Genre Adventure. Page - 53
A group of kids were set together in an attempt to stop evil plans from hatching. However, one by one they fall, until only a few are left. Will they succeed?
This is a work I did for a class, and it is the first true short story I have written. Usually my writing is part of a much larger idea or a planned series. This is not the case with Crampons.
I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this book or not. I thought of it during recess last year but now it doesn't seem to good. If you have any suggestions let me know.
This book is about a girl and a boy who find a way about life not love life action life. They learn more and more about each other and you get to learn each side of the story and how they feel.
Henry Rider Haggard, generally known as H. Rider Haggard or Rider Haggard, came from a line of Danish descent and was born at Bradenham, Norfolk, the eighth of ten children, to Sir William Meybohm Rider Haggard, a barrister, and Ella Doveton, an author and poet.[2] He was initially sent to Garsington Rectory in Oxfordshire to study under Reverend H. J. Graham, but unlike his older brothers who graduated from various private schools, he attended Ipswich Grammar School.[3] This was because[4] his father, who perhaps regarded him as somebody who was not going to amount to much,[5] could no longer afford to maintain his expensive private education. After failing his army entrance exam, he was sent to a private crammer in London to prepare for the entrance exam for the British Foreign Office,[3] for which he never sat. During his two years in London he came into contact with people interested in the study of psychical phenomena.[6]
If only people in the world weren't so crude, than maybe Michael wouldn't have to worry about turning the world into a living craphole. I mean of course nobody's perfect, but there are just things you don't have to do. Michael was the most sweetest and curious boy, if his parents weren't murdered maybe he would still be. But now that he isn't the same he used to be, you better watch your back because if your on his kill list it'll take a miracle for you not to die.
How can you forget, when it meant everything to you. How can you remember, when it destroyed you. A memory is forever if we choose it to be.
I can't take it any more. I need to get away.
This definitely not finished yet,not sure if I'll continue or not. I Had An Idea is not the title, either, I just haven't thought of one yet.