Free-Writing

Author's Note: I wrote this with my upcoming vacation in mind, and I tried to place my character in an interesting, but maybe not realistic, spot, where I could go somewhere with it and make a good story. This takes place in Arches National Park, where there are lots of interesting rock formations, etc. I'll put a picture of it at the bottom.

Derill and John, homeless ninjas, are hiding behind a rock, waiting for sun-down.

Derill peeked out from around the rock, "The coast is clear."
"Okay, should I go for it?"
"Sure, you've got nothing to lose."
John sneeked around the corner, and started for the trailer. Once he got there, he put his ear against the wall as if he were listening for any noises inside the camper. He gave a thumbs up to Derill, and slipped on his black mask. Derill did the same, and slowly crept over to John. They got out their lockpicks, and tried for the door. Neither of them could seem to get it. But then they came up with an idea.
"Sensei Chin-chin..," he called
"Sensei Chin-chin..," he called a little louder. Then there was a ball of mist hovering over the ground. Soon, there was a man sitting there crossed-legged.
"How can I help you?"
"We, uh, need this door unlocked."
"Okay." He flicked his wrist, and the lock clicked. "It's unlocked."
"Thank you Sensei."
"No problem. That'll be $89.99 plus tax."
"We, uh, don't exactly have that much. That's why we're robbing, uh, borrowing rather, money from, uh, Justin Bieber,"
"Oh, why didn't you say so! I hate that kid too. There's something wrong with him you know!"
"Yes, we are very aware of that."
"As much as I would like to see him sing some high pitched song about losing his money, I cannot. See you later boys!"
"Bye Sensei." Sensei Chin-chin nodded and disappeared in a cloud of mist.
"Well he was nice."
"Yes. Yes he was."
The boys stepped inside, and looked around. Justin Beaver was sleeping in a pull-out bed, and his security officer was sleeping in another. John crept over to the guard, and karate-chopped him in the throat. The guard didn't make a sound as he died a short, painful, death.
"Wait, lets leave the "girl" alone. I want to see what kind of song the kid makes up about this tomorrow. He will be a delight to watch"
"Yah, lets leave him. Let's focus on the prize." Slowly they opened drawers, suitcases, and backpacks, until finally John whispers,
"I found it! I found his wallet! And Credit Cards!" The boys didn't waste time celebrating, instead they opened the door, and started to step outside, when they heard a very high-pitched voice,
"What do you think you're doing?"


TO BE CONTINUED...

Arches National Park

Delicate Arch

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I don't know why I decided to write about JetSkis, it's probably because my dad just got parts to build a second one, a twin to the jetski in this story (not the fast one, the one we built):

About 2 years ago my grandparents got a jetski. Now this wasn't just any jetski, this was better. First of all this was the fastest jetski to come out yet. (not including racing jetskis that professional racers use) It was turbocharged and could reach speeds of up to 75 mph! But it's not just speed, that thing can accelerate. If you pull the throttle lever
even a fraction of an inch, it instantly speeds up about 15 mph. After getting my boating license, I was psyched to try this speed demon. The first time I went on the lake with my uncle, so I could get a feel for things, then I dropped him off on the shore and went out on my own. Ever since my first ride I had urged my dad to get A jetski. Even if it wasn't as good as my grandparents'. One day we finally found one. It was cheap, but it needed some repair work done on the engine. That wasn't too much of a problem for my dad. Growing up I always thought he could fix everything. It turned out that this engine was way too beat up, so we ended up putting a different engine from a separate jetski. We also used the trailer from that one because our first jetski didn't come with one. Eventually, it was finished. Our very own jetski. We tested it out on Pewaukee lake. We had a bit of small tuning to do, but eventually it worked. We zoomed across the lake at top speeds of 40 mph. It was awesome. We had a working jetski.

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Author's Note: I was having an awkward day, and I decided to write a construction story because of the construction outside the school. It doesn't actually take place here, but I think it still is a good sort writing piece.

I scale the scapulting, step by step, until finally I reach another worker. "Is this the wood you wanted?" I ask.
"Yup, that's it. Thanks!"
"No probem."
I start to walk back down the steps, but I stop as I thought I heard a low rumble. I figured it was probably someone drilling something, so I move along. Then I hear a loud crack, and a bunch of people screaming. Next thing I know, a man shoves me from behind, and says, "Twenty stories up isn't the best place to be during and earthquake, let's go!" We sprint down the steps, story by story, until we finally get to the solid ground. We run across the street and keep on running. My side starts to cramp, and I try to stop for a breath, but the man pulls me forward. We barely dodge to the side and miss a large piece of falling rubble. Then, I hear something that sounds like an avallanche, I don't want to look back, in fear of what had just happened, so I kept on running. Suddenly, the shaking stops, and we look back at our torn apart city. There lies our building. In a million pieces. Our last month's work was all a waste. I feel like there's a large hole in my chest, and I can't believe what I'm looking at. People shouting, sirens blasting, a nearb building going up in smoke, when the man next to me says, "Your're lucky you made it out of there alive."
"Thanks for saving me," I reply.
"No problem. Unfortunately, not as many people were quite as lucky as us."
"Yah, we should probably go help out."