Creative writing.. thing.

[cocaine]

We got asked to do a creative writing thing, I did it as though I was a charity worker in Etheopia.

Dearest family.

I am sitting here, confined to my 6x6 foot hellhole. I have been dragged off to an unknown island, in the middle of the ocean. From what I can see I think I am somewhere in the poorest parts of Africa. I was working as a relief worker in Ethiopia, helping out where I was needed, trying to help people from poverty and starvation, when I was brutally shoved into a van and tied up by four masked men. It was terrifying. I was taped around the mouth and my hands tied behind my back, the thick rope cutting into my hands and we hurtled along a dirt track. The four masked men barely spoke; even if they did it was a brief conversation in some native African language. They weren’t interested in having a chit-chat, they were interested in me. I could feel all 4 pairs of eyes burning into my head. I daren’t not speak to them, not even to make eye contact, for they were all holding machine guns, armed and ready. As we hurtled along the African plain, I snatched a chance to look out of the small grimy window. All I saw was desert land after desert land. It was completely empty. Not a single person or animal or plant in sight. Just quiet.
We finally stopped. I was blindfolded so I couldn’t see anything. I was roughly pushed into a slippy concrete room, which was very cold, unusual for somewhere in Africa. The ropes were killing my hands by now. I was searched from head to toe, still blindfolded, and then they took me into a cell, no bigger than 6x6 feet. They stayed there for an hour with me, just watching me, and they gave me a pad of paper and a pen, and an envelope. This is what I am writing to you now. When I asked them “Why am I here?” the masked men just laughed. Then they drew one finger up, and slowly dragged it across their necks. That was when I knew I was for it. They took my letter. They laughed again and walked out of the room. Before the last one left, he looked behind him and gave me a look of deepest loathing, and I knew that they weren’t coming back. I look out of my ‘cell’ window, three grimy short fat poles across a window of about 10 cm high and 30 cm long. It was not covered, so I was exposed to the cold and chills of the night.
I hope someone comes and rescues me, it’s really terrifying out here. You should hear some of the noises in the night!

That is all from me, the four masked men are looking edgily at me now.
Hope to see you soon,
Darius.

[Mrs.McCall]

Dearest Family,

I write to you now in fear this could be the last time. Growing up all I ever wanted is to be able to help others and give them the good life I enjoyed. It seems that cruel people have decided I am unable to do this. I write to you from a 6x6 hell hole, armed men of whom speak no English standing around me. I ask them why I am here, they answer me with laughter and strike me. My skin is pulsating from the biting cuts of the rope that encaptures my hand, the mark upon this paper is not of tears but of blood. I no longer cry in fear, I cry in hurt. The masked men surrounding me are of no morals, they do not care about me or others. The red cross marked upon my chest to them is not a symbol of charity but that of a target to inject their hatred and opression. I had arrived in this hellhole after being captured from Ethiopia, I was dragged into a car and beaten. They tried to blindfold me but they were not successful, I could see the deserted land that streched for miles like a golden strech. I believe I will not be rescued as I am surrounded by nothing. The sun is beating down on my "cell" my "cage" my symbol of oppression, they have given me no food nor water. If they dehydration doesn't kill me, I believe the masked men will.
I want you to know I love you and I do not want you to mourn my passing. My death shall be a symbol of good rather than an act of evil. Remember me as your father, your husband and your friend and most of all remember me as what I am; the martyr of peace.

May we be reconciled in heaven,
Darius.

Hehe I liked yours so much thought i'd have a bash at it myself!

[cocaine]

Dearest Family,

I write to you now in fear this could be the last time. Growing up all I ever wanted is to be able to help others and give them the good life I enjoyed. It seems that cruel people have decided I am unable to do this. I write to you from a 6x6 hell hole, armed men of whom speak no English standing around me. I ask them why I am here, they answer me with laughter and strike me. My skin is pulsating from the biting cuts of the rope that encaptures my hand, the mark upon this paper is not of tears but of blood. I no longer cry in fear, I cry in hurt. The masked men surrounding me are of no morals, they do not care about me or others. The red cross marked upon my chest to them is not a symbol of charity but that of a target to inject their hatred and opression. I had arrived in this hellhole after being captured from Ethiopia, I was dragged into a car and beaten. They tried to blindfold me but they were not successful, I could see the deserted land that streched for miles like a golden strech. I believe I will not be rescued as I am surrounded by nothing. The sun is beating down on my "cell" my "cage" my symbol of oppression, they have given me no food nor water. If they dehydration doesn't kill me, I believe the masked men will.
I want you to know I love you and I do not want you to mourn my passing. My death shall be a symbol of good rather than an act of evil. Remember me as your father, your husband and your friend and most of all remember me as what I am; the martyr of peace.

May we be reconciled in heaven,
Darius.

Hehe I liked yours so much thought i'd have a bash at it myself!

Oh I like yours better.. I won't copy it though, I've already covered my one in a wet teabag and burnt the corners to make it look old and battered,

[Seacat]

I dunno if that's GCSE coursework or any kind of coursework but if it is I don't recommend posting it on websites until it's been graded by the examiners, because the first thing they'll do when they look at your work is enter the first few sentences into Google and if it appears on a website they'll assume you've copied it and won't grade it.

[Mrs.McCall]

I dunno if that's GCSE coursework or any kind of coursework but if it is I don't recommend posting it on websites until it's been graded by the examiners, because the first thing they'll do when they look at your work is enter the first few sentences into Google and if it appears on a website they'll assume you've copied it and won't grade it.

He's right, it happened to me 2 years ago, I put a story I wrote for English on a forum and I had to do another. Nearly got disqualified. It is luck of the draw because the exam board choose somebodie's folder at random you see

[Allan♥]

Matt it's very good!

and you'll find, they'll probably debate it as you've gave it's description so don't worry as you have your proof.

anyway, it's true. i'm still worrying and debating if i should put my english GCSE folio on the net because it has good pieces and could help others, where some people might steal...

[Mrs.McCall]

Matt it's very good!

and you'll find, they'll probably debate it as you've gave it's description so don't worry as you have your proof.

anyway, it's true. i'm still worrying and debating if i should put my english GCSE folio on the net because it has good pieces and could help others, where some people might steal...

Have you already done your GCSEs? Because if you have the certificates they can't take them off you

[cocaine]

I dunno if that's GCSE coursework or any kind of coursework but if it is I don't recommend posting it on websites until it's been graded by the examiners, because the first thing they'll do when they look at your work is enter the first few sentences into Google and if it appears on a website they'll assume you've copied it and won't grade it.

It's not for GCSE's dont worry I'm in year nine, and it's just a bit of hwk.

[Allan♥]

well done matt good work babes
and yeah, i've done 'um.

i might actually think about posting each essay i can find on the forum then missmccall.

[cocaine]

Lmao, tyvm