At the opening of the suspenseful, heart-pounding entrance of the Olympic 200 sprint event, here I stand poised, ready for the detonation of the gun. As the gun fires, In sync as a group, launch for the Finish line, as I’m running I think to myself, 200, 150, 100, 50, it comes to the last 20, all the contestants are pounding their legs on the ground, panting, last 10 strides and I’m in the lead. Next thing I know I hear all this cheering, I look up and see everyone staring at me and clapping, all of the family running out to me, as I’m laying on the rock-solid floor everyone cheers my name and as I get up and there is the biggest smile on my face, I came first and got the gold in the 200 Olympic race.
other stories
on the road, there was a little girl running as fast as she could.
in the sandbox, the child was playing and his friend, Joe came along and they started playing together
as the kid flew through the air from the pirate ship into the sandbox, the mother SITTING worried but as the other kids were playing, one ran under the child as softened the fall.
creating tension
Mr. jones overly drunk. Locked the hen-house but forgot the pop-holes. as he got inside, he poured himself another drink. then he made his way upstairs, to where his wife was.
Screeching as I step on the floorboard, as I sneak out of my house. BANG! of course, only I would knock the lamp over. Luckily no one woke up. I get closer to the door, and I’m out, I snuck out of my horrid house, my loud, squeaky, house. I’m walking down the road until I hear a siren, “surely that isn’t for me” I said as I kept walking. The police car is coming towards me, my heart is pounding, racing, going faster than the police car coming towards me. I put my hood up and look down. He slows down when he gets close to me, he stops, I stop, and he asks, “have you seen a red BMW driving around” I replied in an instant, “Yea, It went up that road”, he said thanks and gave me a wink, and drove off.
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