The narrator of a book begins the story with these words: ”This is not a story I’ve told before.”
Your job now is to tell a story that you have not told before. It can be a happy story or a sad story or a frightening one from your life. It can even be one that you have just made up that you would like to tell someone.
So, write on!
Once upon a time there was a girl named Angelica one day she went to my house my mom,dad,sister,baby brother Aldo,and my big brother Anthony got scared so we all took our back packs and went all over the world for 78 days without a place to sleep when we woke up we finally found her parents hugging her . conclution = this is my story I am done.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Angelica one day she went to my house my mom,dad,sister,baby brother Aldo,and my big brother Anthony got scared so we all took our back packs and went all over the world for 78 days without a place to sleep when we woke up we finally found her parents hugging her . conclution = this is my story [ I am done].
One day my freind and I was at Arabic school but the teacher was picking up kids so the teachers wasn’t there. My freind bought some money so we sneak out of school to go to this store. We bought some food to eat. We were kind of freaking out the teacher was going to find out. But the teacher didn’t we got lucky.
Far away in the Land of the Fallen where nobody asks of — even if some people ask and they go, they have never returned.
Ever since many people always fear the Land of the Fallen, far of west. So one day I asked my dad, “Papa, I heard my friends talk about the Land of the Fallen. What is that?” asked little Sam
“Hush, child,” warned my father.
“We don’t speak of the Land of the Fallen”.
“No more, son, no more!”
The next day, I was wondering where and what was the Land of the Fallen. What were they so afraid of?
Why were they so scared of the name, Land of the Fallen?
Maybe I should ask dad one more time. That’s what I’ll do, I’ll talk with my dad today.
When I stepped outside, I saw my dad cutting the weeds of our gate.
A story I never told was that I had a turtle that could swim. It was very small. But two weeks later it had grew so big we had to buy a new tank; it could swim very well . It was very bright and green . It was the best pet I could ask for. But then one day I gave it food and I let the top of the tank open and when I came back it was gone and I started to look and look for it and I couldn’t find it anywhere so I had told my mom and dad about it and they were trying to help me find it but we couldn’t. One day later we found it on the floor and it had passed away because it had climbed out of the tank and fell off the top. I was very disappointed in myself and I thought it was my fault. But my parents bought me a other cute little swimming turtle.
When I was at Thailand and when I was three years old I would like to do chores when my parent go to the work and I would cook stuff when I was three. And I almost burned the house down and when my parent went to work. I would like to clean the house and sit up front of my house and not go any where and I was a respectful child like now. One time at Thailand and it was at night around 5 am I went outside and would go sit upfront of my cousin house and sit around when my parent are sleeping and my cousin would take me back home when I go outside at night.