“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”
I turned, and there he was again.
“Birds do that!” he said.
I turned again, and ran around the corner. His footsteps disappeared around the corner, but then got closer. “Hey, give me that!”
My mother was in the rabbit cage, carrying broccoli pods, to seed them. “
“Mother” I said, “Mother”.
I waved, but that didn’t get her attention either. This road, which was a river of garbage, led to a freeway.
He pulled me by my collar. His peppermint breath stung my eyes, as his face got bigger, and bigger.
“Give it back” he said, with a deep breath .
I clutched my bouquet of thorns “they’re not yours”.
“I’m sorry,” said the chaser, lowering his gaze
“It’s just,” He paused to look behind me,”they mean something to me”
I eased my hand off the prickles.
“He likes this kind too?” I said, and he nodded.
“But, they’re mine!”
He chugged away with sweat gathered in his socks, and I chewed my peppermint.The smoke could be seen coming from AiKai’s house.