*ahem* here's something I wrote myself

I was walking down the street, just like any other day, the sky was blue, the breeze seemed just right and the sun wasn't too bright. That's when it all went wrong however. As if out of thin air a fire began to burn some nearby trees and slowly the fire grew and grew. Soon enough the fire was practically burning everything within sight. I didn't know what do, I was in so much shock that my body was frozen, except for my eyes which clearly was taking every bit of the destruction that was before me. I finally regained mobility and ran for any cover I could find until this fire subsided. I had no means of communication and desperately hoped someone who could help was nearby. I found a small tin shack that would do the job, there wasn't much space, but I remained unharmed by the fire....for a short while. The fire grew and grew and the shack was starting to fall apart from the rising levels of heat, I was sweating so much it felt I need to wipe off my forehead every second. I decided to try and run out as quickly as possible in hopes of trying to escape the fire, but not until a piece of the ceiling came down and cut my left arm pretty badly. In all the sweat and blood, I mustered up enough courage to finally run out, hoping the door would shield me as I ran through the raging inferno around me. I managed to mostly get out safe, save a few burn marks on my legs and face. I was tired, and needed to go home. I could only walk but luckily I wasn't too far from home. I arrived in a fairly short amount of time and my parents came rushing at me and looked at the condition I was. My mom got scared and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air".

THE END

....for now.

(I guess you can post criticism, but I didn't really try and write a perfect story, it was just for the fun of it)

Sorry for the double post but here's a diary entry I had to write for my World History class about a person living in Venice during the Black Death


July 17th, 1350

This is not a good time in my village. This odd illness has taken half of our numbers and almost everyone I knew and held dearly is gone. I have few people to go to for guidance, and I’m not sure what to do in this situation. The air is covered in the smell of burning and rotting flesh, and the flowers used to eliminate the smell isn’t fully effective, it only distracts you from the odor coming from possibly your dying relatives and friends, the sky is stained with smoke and the town surrounded by flames for we are dying too quickly to even be properly buried. These have been very bleak years and I hope that this plague is rid of soon, or else the rest of this village may see its end, and who knows what other villages and cities might be going through? Maybe they’ve already been wiped out by this horrid infection. I’m not sure how much time I have left, nor do I know whether I have the dreaded sickness yet, but I must try and fight through and get through these harsh times, but it seems all the harder with no one to walk by me in this.


not very good at writing and would actually like criticism on this entry

Other than a few grammatical errors I like it. Good work ML.

Mind an old friend helping you out?



That's about all I saw Old Boy anything I missed is due to my fatigued eyes. I can't help but criticise a friend's work and I hope I was helpful.
Btw, your first work is gonna give me nightmares! D:<

thanks Kojeen, but that last one was just an error in my typing, I can't believe I didn't see that until now ;_;

I got an A anyway since it wasn't for English, or else I would've horribly failed XD