As I'm walking through the dusty night, I see jewels. Then helicopters. Then bright lights, then a box of jewels in my hands. WHAT! A BOX OF JEWELS IN MY HANDS. Then a man running into the dusty, cold night. He must be who the helicopters are after!. But I have a box of jewels. THAT MEANS THEY ARE AFTER ME!.
That's when I knew I should run.
I look back up, more chopper’s surrounding me. A spotlight shines on me. Just like the stage shows. But this is not as pretty.
“STOP RIGHT THERE” Says a deep voice
RING RING goes my alarm clock
Hi Milah,
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting story. I like the twist in the end that everything was just a dream. What a relief!
Keep being creative and continue writing!
Best wishes,
Miss Milena, a teacher at BIS Belgrade
Great writing Milah. Your capitalised sentences give a sense of urgency to your creative interpretation of the prompt.
ReplyDeleteCoincidentally, I have just been reading about a real treasure chest being found in the Rocky Mountains in the US. You might like to find the story online.
Thanks for sharing,
Jackie (Team 100WC)
New Plymouth
New Zealand