Hoarded Gold
I'm doing a story for school so I wanna know what you guy's think of it.
(By the way I've pasted it from microsoft Word so the grammer shouldn't be bad..... :P)
Hoarded Gold
I crept quietly out on the ship’s deck. The sun was rising and the rooster was screaming. Over those shores lay the death that awaited all aboard this ship. A war was about begin. Once this ship hit those lands it was likely I was to die. So you may be wondering how I got into this death trap?. The answer is a novel long tale. And it begins with a dark summer night…….
Chapter 1….
Watcher in the night……
I crept out of my bed. It was twelve in the morning and my time was running out. I had to sneak out of the house now or I’d never get out, even though my parent’s were awake I would sneak by them. I crept quietly down my stairway, making sure I made no noise. As I entered the entrance hallway of my home I noticed that my parent’s weren’t anywhere to be seen I looked out the window in the kitchen and saw the shed lights were on. I wanted to know why my parents were out in the shed so late at night then like a rock hitting water it hit me.
I saw a man leaving the shed not my father just a man, a man I’d never seen before and in his hand was a bloody knife. I started breathing a lot harder and my heart started pumping so fast it would make a cheetah look slow.
I ran out of the kitchen and headed for the front door. (KNOCK KNOCK) went the door. I backed away from it and as I did I saw that the door had split open, someone was trying to break it down.
I headed to the library my dad used to sneak out the window here to escape from mam when she was having a “red day”. As I headed in the library door I noticed paper’s on the desk they were manuscript’s I recognised them from a book I read once. I am 14 and am capable of reading manuscript’s thoroughly without saying repeatedly “what does that mean?”. (KNOCK KNOCK BANG!). “Uh oh” I muttered I picked up the manuscript’s and headed to the window. It wouldn’t barge open. “Damn” I said to myself, “Where is he?” said a voice from beyond my sight. I looked for something that would break the window down I seen a small model of my mother on the desk that my dad had made of her, I grabbed it and got stuck it wouldn’t come off the desk but rather made a clicking sound and then one of the library cases opened up. “Holy Sh-“ why did I stop my sentence?. I stopped my sentence because if I had finished it I would probably be sentenced to death because at that moment a man with a sword came through the door and I had just enough time to run through the bookcases hallway as it closed.
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