A few days ago I dug up one of the earliest stories I ever wrote. I think I wrote it in 3rd or 4th grade.
The Ghost Pickup.
Nick Ross was driving in his 1988 Ford Suddan. That night a storm hit. He had to drive to a hotel. He then saw a blue rusty truck. Excuse me, but can you direct me to the first hotel? The he saw the man's face, it was horrifying. So he drove away, minutes later he saw the truck, maybe we are going the same way? When he pulled into a hotel, the man followed him. That night he went to sleep when he was awake, he found a zombie in front of him. Stay "Back"! he screamed Stay "Baack"!
The End.
facepalm
Everytime I look in a mirror.
Sorry guys, real life got in the way for a bit. I was scrambling through an application, a skills test, and a series of interviews for a program I applied to. Got accepted - going to be in Boston for two months. Going to be a huge adjustment from my normal Florida winters.
I'll post the thread up now.
Originally posted by Blair WindNo problem I'm a little bit behind on my issue 4 anyways. Real life also getting in the way 😛
Everytime I look in a mirror.Sorry guys, real life got in the way for a bit. I was scrambling through an application, a skills test, and a series of interviews for a program I applied to. Got accepted - going to be in Boston for two months. Going to be a huge adjustment from my normal Florida winters.
I'll post the thread up now.