12praiseGOD wrote:My parents are a bit hesitant with my plans for my mom, being a news reporter, is scared that I will be captured by the pirates that they have recently reported about that sail the pacific going and killing everyone on board, and taking all the treasures and supplies.
12praiseGOD wrote:She has had to report so many horrible things I think it is affecting her brain, from all of the ships that go per month, there have only been 3 attacks in the last month, she can be funny at times, or so I think.
12praiseGOD wrote: Oh, and the stuffed toy is a dark and light brown puppy with long ears and really big, beady eyes.
Please tell me what makes it sound so much like a diary entry and why doesn't it let you get involved in it,.. how would I correct that.
Later on around 12 I went out and hung out by the pool. It was a nice day, yet I had a strange feeling now. The sun seemed to start burning even more my tanned body, and my head started to hurt a little, so I decided I would go and hang out in the lounge, which strange enough help 4 barrels of potatoes, did the kitchen run out of space to store things I wondered. Strangely enough the lounge lead to the captains room. It felt good, the air-conditioning I mean. I sat there on one of the “sink when you sit” couches and rested while my headache went away. Strangely after hours I had seen no sign of the captain, nor anyone else, was there an event going on.
I sat there on one of the “sink when you sit” couches and rested while my headache went away. Strangely after hours I had seen no sign of the captain, nor anyone else, was there an event going on. I knew that the captain had it in automatic steer, but still wouldn’t he come to check everything was all right? So I got up to see what was going on. I looked out his main window and what I saw terrified me. I saw vicious pirates had invaded the ship and were killing all on board. I couldn’t believe my eyes, out of all the ships they had to pick this one. I then saw the captain
Gosh, that's kind of cold--she completely lacks an emotional response toward watching someone she knows get murdered. Instead, she just runs for cover. She is emotionally detached from what's happening, so the reader also feels detached. I have trouble relating to someone who isn't behaving like their filled with abject terror at what's happening.I then saw the captain stand up to one of them and get stabbed a few times. I did not stick around to see if he lived or died for I knew these pirates must be the bloodrock’s I have heard so much about at home.
My dad got promoted to director of the news station, man! life seemed to be going great with them and I was as strong as ever in my faith.
All I could do was nod my head, so I did. Once again I asked myself, what will my future be, will I be tortured for the rest of my life, and have to live in silence with this guy forever, will I die and make mistakes, will he have me treated in the worst conditions, I don’t know but whatever happens, rescue doesn’t seem the answer now, or ever. Did GOD put me here for a reason? If he did I pray that I will be used at his will.
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