Ok this is a story I had to write in my creative writing class. It is called a "tennis story" because you and a partner go back and for with sentences.
The bat swung and hit something hard. It looked as if it were a small grey rock. Jason blinked and lowered the bat in confusion. He could see a small figure off in the distance. He reached out to touch it, before realizing it was too far to touch. He began to chase it as it shimmered and moved away from him. His feet pounded against the ground as he ran, faster and faster. Suddenly, he slipped and hit the ground, leaving him with a bloody nose and a pain in his ribs. He slowly got up, gasping and clutching his side with a determined look on his face. Reality had hit him, he needed to stop playing childish games and grow up. He turned around to walk back home.
“I wouldn’t do that,” a scrawny child with a raspy voice said. Confused and scared, Jason jumped and turned around to see an old man standing there.
“We are you,” the old man and child said in unison.
“What do you mean? That’s impossible!” The small boy came into view smirking.
“But don’t I look familiar?”
“You look like my kid brother, but not exactly.”
The boy frowned harshly. “I am you as a child!” He snapped.
“That’s impossible! I don’t believe you! I must leave, I must go home!”
The little boy grabbed him. “NO YOU CANNOT!” They said as they both grabbed him by the arm. “You must come with us,” the old man said calmly.
“Let go of me!” Jason screamed.
“No, now you die,” the little boy said creepily. “Goodbye Jason. Say it with me everyone!!! [insert creepy laugh]” Echoes came whispering, “Goodbye, Goodbye…”
THE END
(yeah this is what we do with our time...)
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