The+Craft+of+writing+by+sAm

It was getting late and the warehouse was just finishing a BIG sale on. I my self and everyone, all over the city came to look. Lots of mums and dads were there to bye toys because Christmas was coming up. When just out side a group of young kids were all were playing with lighters when one of them purposely lit up the bush. Right out side the warehouse as the flam got bigger they ran so they wouldn’t get  caught. I then called the police and fire brigade. People all in the area came with buckets and buckets of water to put out the fire. I was wounding where the firemen were. And then it hit me the only quickest road was blocked because of the earthquake we had last week. So it took them longer to get here and as I watched the warehouse burn I was worried if there were any people in there. But then I was told that there were no people in there. After about 30minutes nearly the whole warehouse was gone the firemen came but there was no point the warehouse was gone. Luckily no one was hurt. The police was talking to lots of people and asked what happened and they all pointed at me. So the police came to me and asked me who did it. I said it was a group of young kids play around with lighters. They well why didn’t take it off them. And I said well they were at least 80 yards away and if I ran up to them they would just run. I didn’t get there faces but they looked about 10, 11 that age. After about an hour of terror and worry every one Went home.

I smell the flowers and I hear the animels sorounding me. And i feel as if i'm in a bad place. Such pretty things. I watch as a flower bloms into a million colours. The trees watch me like wolves on a hunt and every rock I look at is the same as if there stalking me. I dont feel safe here I.... see things, I hear things, I hear screeming, and growling. I can smell the blood of a wolves kill, covering the soft innocent leaves. as it runs for its life. (bad one)

(Good one) 17.09.08

I smell the flowers and I hear the animals sorounding me. And i feel i'm in a good place. Such pretty things. I watch as a flower bloms into a million colours. But the trees watch me like a hawk on dead kill and every rock I look at is the same as if there stalking me. I dont feel safe here I need to get out, where do i go. I see things, and I hear things. I can smell the blood of a wolves kill, covering the soft innocent leaves. I have never been so scared in my life my chest just gets tighter and tighter. But I still run.