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Tuesday, August 6, 2019

My Narrative Writing

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One foggy morning, Geroge went for his morning run.
It was difficult as he couldn’t see the way clearly.
George was determined to keep running.
He came to a path that has lots of trees on both side.
It was very dark and without thinking he picked up his speed. 
The morning was very still and every
was still under the blanket of fog.


“Thump and an ouch”.
George tripped on a tree root. He had a bad fall.
He felt numbed. He can not see or feel his feet.
He groaned and tried to get up. He could not lift himself up.
He thought he will die. He layed there in pain.
He prayed that someone will come and find.
Soon he heard footsteps. He knew that help is near.
“Oh no”, a voice came. George asked for help.
The man rang the ambulance.
He stayed with George until the ambulance arrived.
He exchange phone number with George. 


When George came from the hospital
he called the man and thank him for his help. 
Now they go for a run together.

                                                                                                                                                           

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