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Use the picture below as the basis for a piece of writing.
Write about something that happened or might have happened.
You can write about yourself and people you know, or about imaginary characters and events.
Your writing will be judged on the kind of situations, characters, events and feelings that you present and on how
well you express yourself.
A door with a lock
Who: you
Where: in a war
When: middle ages
What: war
War has changed the world, it has reshaped. I was born in war, my father was killed and my mother and I were locked in the darkness. Then my mother passed away. Every once in a while I would have visions, visions of me escaping. But it was ridiculous. The war was still going I had no idea of the world, I couldn’t escape, there was only a small hole that food came through but that wasn’t enough for me to fit. Could I escape?
A perfect plan, it was afternoon I knew food would come shortly. Then I heard heavy footsteps, clattering sounds. “This is my chance, or is it?”
I started screaming. The guard opened the door and as quickly as I can I punched the guard in his face. Blood flew out of his mouth then I punched him a few more times to make sure he was unconscious. I grabbed some food, his sword and sprinted outside.
I sneaked them and ran outside to the entrance. A giant hand knocked me over. A guard more than 2 metres tall lumbered towards me. I stood up but he knocked me down immediately like a bowling pin.
“Runts!” he spluttered.
Then I saw something.
There was a door, a door with a lock. I wiped my face and then punched the guard in his head.
“Idiot”, he shouted. He grabbed his club and swung it at me but he was too slow, I then delivered my final blow to his face sending him to the ground.
A key! I grabbed out the only key I had which my mother gave me before she died. I opened the door and light flooded around me. I was free. I had done it, something burned into my eyes. I was crying. It was evening and I ran as fast as I could into the dark woods. Survival was my next goal.
The door was the pathway for me to become a real man, a door to maturity, no more hiding, no more fear, and courage was what made me stand up as a brave man.
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(原创)一个MM的买车心得 (2009-3-18) ￡猪猪￡ 
参加征文： 澳洲工作历程回往（全部更新完毕） (2009-9-10) miss99 
发表于 2015-8-26 15:41
