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All rights reserved. An original written when I was very young. (junior high)
The Jungle
The jungle became eerie as darkness fell. There was a Very heavy smell, which reminded me of cow manure in the countryside. The deeper I traveled into the jungle's depths, the stronger and worse it became. Inside my stomach, i experienced the feeling of a lump hitting the lining of my tummy. This discomfort increased. My fears increased. Now I wish I wouldn't have had this accident.
It all began when I was exploring the jungle depths from an airplane. Suddenly, the engines sputtered, I was out of oil. The plans was going down a mile a minute. I hit the ground and flames surrounded me. Determined to escape, I crawled out into the muddy soil. It felt like quicksand. I thought I was sinking. I started analyzing my plans for escape. I heard a roar behind me and I was on the run.
I began to follow footprints in the soil. I was traveling further and further into the jungle depths.
suddenly, the roars subsided and the jungle was quieted. I turned only to find myself staring into the large, white beady eyes.
Panicking i ran smack into a tree. Half-conscious and aware I ran into another tree.
I was doomed. Slowly, what appeared as hours it approached me. Spying a brush behind me, I attempted to dodge by diving into it. The animal became infuriated. It darted toward the brush. Escaping its furiosity, I rolled smack into the tree again.
When I became conscious, animals were enclosing in on me. They were going to eradicate me. I could now panic this was the time. It was my last chance.
I boldly jumped up trying to scare the animals away. Sweat was now streaming down my back. With tears in my eyes, I yelled an impotent scream. The animals didn't budge. I knew it was the end, the came closer and closer. I screamed. I tried to run. I fell over my foot. The animals snapped of my head. And now, I roam the jungle.
((the assignment was to use the spelling words, create a word and write a scary story...)
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