Tuesday, February 4, 2020
100WC- Week#19 -Harlan
As I slowly wake up I feel my head drumming with pain. My hopelessly painful body stumbles toward the kitchen “Mom?” I quietly call out darkness answers with a creak. I walk out to the cold dark thin air of New York city. Although it was a Saturday nothing was open.. It was deserted. This was strange because New York was a loud busy city now it was a grey silent wasteland. “Mom!” I call out at the top of my voice “Mom?” I say in a state of crying. Tears pour down my face “Mom?” I sob. I had been trapped In a Parallel dimension.....
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Hi Harlan,
ReplyDeleteI really like the part where you said that it was deserted the best part was that you were in a parallel dimension.
From Aiden.
Harlan, I love the description of the writing. The fancy words are really unique, the way you described how you said the word. "Mom?!" I enjoyed reading this. Continue writing.
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Hi Harlen i enjoyed i the little details like drumming head pain i was enjoying this blogg. From Jacob
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