Saturday, 23 May 2015

...but the ferocious wind... by Morgan

I was on a mission to climb a mountain, in the cold, strong wind, it was Mount Everest! But the ferocious wind was stopping me from completing my mission I was hanging on with my two hands helplessly trying to build up my strength to pull myself up. My hand slipped I was hanging on with my left hand about to fall to my doom. What was I to do? How would I survive? Would I even live? This was all racing in my mind with other questions that made me worried. I slipped again. And again. Then fell to my doom...

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