Lost and found
First draft
W.A.L.T write a narrative
Success Criteria
I know I will be successful when….
The orientation tells who the story is about, and when and where the story happened.
The complication describes a problem and explains what happened next.
The resolution explains how the problem was solved.
Seeks feedback and makes changes to texts to improve clarity and meaning.
It was 1961 at the (RSC) Russian Space Core. All I heard was the countdown. I was nervous and scared, my heart was beating like a crazed drum. The feeling of stage-fright had kicked in.
Transmission says.
“3, 2, and 1”
Kaboom! I was whizzing on the scurrying rocket crashing roughly through the air.
On my way to space I was thinking of all chimps, why me? Did I have something the other chimps didn’t, or was it the other way around? Why couldn’t the other chimps take the training I did? Was Reznov not able to tutor the other chimps?
Transmission turns on.
“Hello it’s Reznov. You’ve reached space and will be put to sleep soon. Good bye”. I tried to respond but I knew he wouldn’t apprehend.
65 years later…..
I awaken dazed and confused, I look in the window and recognized myself , seeing my brown eyes, my moustache and my old wrinkly face, it gives me all my thinking space and memories. I see space glaring towards me like a shiny polished emerald. The pitch black space covers my eye’s, the stars guide me through space. I feel the gravity in space pulling me out of my chair trying to make me drift away. I notice a glimpse of earth, my home. Earth it illuminated brightly.
My space shuttle started drifting towards earth, I was gratified.
I was descending, crashing roughly threw the air, I grabbed the photo of Reznov and clenched it, I closed my eyes thinking I wouldn’t make it. I hear a giant Clunk! I open my eyes seeing an obliterated earth.
Terra Firma !!
I walked around feeling like there was life around the area, there was nothing.
I shrieked, “Reznov!! Why couldn’t you survive?”
I grabbed the photo of Reznov and eradicated it.
While I started sprinting in this hellish area I started thinking there was nobody here.
I felt an overwhelming presence darting towards me. I turned around cautious and aware.
I black out……
I awaked bleeding and bruised, I try walk away but the pain overwhelms me, I hear a voice saying.
“Move and you will die, simple as that.”
I said.
“Who are you?“
“Just a huntsman.”
I said.
“Why do you do this?”
He shouted.
“To SURVIVE!”
120 minutes later……….
The hunter was asleep gun in hand.
I had a chance to grasp freedom and I took it, I slowly walked away trying to survive.
I felt an unexplainable feeling, I felt like a burning pain that was curing me from my misery but it felt like a sensational power no one could master, but at the same time it felt like it would kill me. I didn’t know what to do I panicked and fell, my soul screamed.
“Goodbye cruel world.”
Then sadly he awoke and bolted with a knife I tried escape but my deceased legs couldn’t survive he tied me and decimated I couldn’t bare the aching pain.
He asked for my last words.
I said.
“I’ll see you again Reznov.”
By Aron
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This is a writing table.
We use this to upgrade our writing, by cooperating and choosing ranks.
Their are certain ranks to choose from R1 to R7
R1 being the lowest and R7 being the Highest.
R7 is you have few mistakes.
R1 is you've got a lot of mistakes.