From Where I Stand
From where I stand, you can see nothing. It is pitch black. All you can hear is the occasional rustling of the leaves as a light breeze passes by; and the pounding of my heart. I climbed up this tree to hide from the rebels. They are coming for me, the escaped prisoner. Sleep evades me so I shall lie here and wait for daylight; my only sanctuary. It is better that I not sleep for if I made a single noise, they would find me. I am scared; but not to die. The are searching for me. They are coming.
1 comment:
I got your posts, Al S. FWIS: nice job 10/10 A
other freewrites and posts: I love the "betrayal" poem--I hope you can forgive stupid people who lie and pretend and deceive for their own ego. Hopefully they'll learn integrity one day.
"Boys" is charming and accurate, I think. Well done.
I could argue with you on "Religion and our Nation" but I appreciate your strong opinion, and you make some worthy points. (Interestingly, the POA never had the "under God" phrase originally. It was added in the 1950's).
grade: 64/75: B+
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