Writing

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A descriptive piece of writing.

Stalking the fish, On a hot sunny day where the ocean meets the sky a hawk travels, Her wings strong and long guide the hawk peacefully to a hunting spot, With a chest as white as snow, a body as brown as chocolate and claws as sharp as knives, The hawk plummets to the ground like bomb being dropped, Smack forcefully the water parts like a stone being cracked, “Darn” she thinks as the fish swims away, “Better luck time and it will all be ok”

Writing,So far this term we have done 2 pieces of writing. The first piece was An Autumn Poem and the second piece was a Memorable experience.



Autumn


March 18th 1998 Imagine being in a plane thats been hijacked, For me I don’t have to imagine. Hi i’m agent 99 I work for the Special Air Service (SAS) for short, As an agent in the SAS my job is to carefully watch the planes that come in and go out of my base. Yesterday afternoon like any other day I arrived at the base to do my night shift, I had a strange but crazy suspicion that tonight was going to be hell. My patrol got off to a fabulous start, an hour passed and nothing had occurred. Close to 1am my pager went off it was an urgent call from boeing 737 traveling from Berlin to New York, someone had casually walked aboard and when the plane was up in the air walked into the pilot’s office and took control. New York is south-west of Berlin so naturally the aircraft should of continued to go south-west but instead to jet started to fly south. The usual procedure for a situation like this is to inform the air police and they’ll organize someone to go and tail the jet, I informed to air police but Sargent Dynamo Murry didn’t update us so I took our spare show plane and tailed the jet myself.

March 19th 1998 After three hours of tailing the hijacked jet I’ve found myself in Morocco, the jet landed four hours ago, now agent 67 from Morocco and myself are following Donald Derulo. Agent 67 and myself are working undercover and considering i’m not supposed to be here I’ll be called Mike Meathead, Agent 67 will be called Bessie Knowels and Donald Derulo will be called suspect 1. Morocco is a historic place so while I’m here I thought I may as well go look around, The things most interesting to me are: Morocco’s name in Arabic means “The western kingdom”. Morocco is in Northern Africa, Fas (Morocco in turkish) boarders the Atlantic ocean and the Mediterranean sea. A big part of Morocco is mountains. The capital city if Morocco is Rabat but the largest city Casablanca. Moroccans write in Arabic, Berber or French.

March 21st 1998 It’s been two day’s and yesterday was jam packed full of excitement. To start the 20th off at 4.00am my pager went, It was Bessie she’d done the night patrol of suspect 1’s house and he was on the move. I raced like a scared goose to 49 beast street and joined Bess and we once again began following Donald, this time he lead us to an abandoned beach. At the beach he meet up with three men on camels I’m still not one hundred percent sure why he was there but I know a lot of money changed hands. It’s around 11.00 am now and were still closely behind Don, by the looks of things we’re heading back to his house. 10pm March 20th 1998 I’m sitting outside suspect 1’s house writing in my journal. Somebody approached my car as I got in the defence position a light familier knock came upon my back window, the person had slipped a note through the gap in the door. I opened the envelope, the page was coffee coloured and looked old. The letter read:



7:12 am 21st March 1998 I’m at the back left window and Bessie is watching Donald. Three men walked in the the kitchen, I don’t believe it it’s the same three men that were at the beach on the camels. “99, 99 are you there?” my walkie talkie rang “99 responds, what is it agent 67?” I replied “Suspect 1 is on the move” Bessie or Agent 67 what ever you prefer answered, “copy that”

7:24 am 21st March 1998 Suspect 1 arrived just as I would of guessed, he panted through the door and pulled out a gun. Donald pointed the gun at the man standing in the middle, bang bang bang the first two bullets missed but the last one went straight into the middle of his rib. After the first shot I ran inside “ Don’t move your under arrest.” “ anything you say or do can and will be used against you in the caught of law.”

Morocco Police cells 5.00pm 21st March 1998 After a full on few days Donald Derulo was brought in for questioning, He admitted to shooting one of the men on the camels, and admitted to taking money but he didn’t admit to hijacking the plane. It’s was welled upon me to find evidence that supported my theory. For those of you who don’t know my theory: Here it is. Sixteen years ago Donald Derulo got married the woman he married was a drug dealer, three years after he got married Don’s wife had a baby girl who is now thirteen, the young girl is dyslexic. On the girls seventh birthday her mother went into hospital and gave birth to a baby boy unfortunately she couldn’t handle being a mother to another child and ran off, she left the girl and the baby with the father. I think the dad was just trying to earn money so he could support his family, I now have to go and talk to his daughter and son so he can be convicted of hijacking a plane.

22nd of March 1998 I’m at Donald’s house and have just talked to his daughter and she explained it’s been hard since the mother left and her father was fired shortly after. Layla (the daughter) lawfully gave us his laptop witch had all the evidence I needed.



“Should a life sentence be a life sentence?” Life sentence, means life imprisonment. A life sentence is when a judge sentences a criminal to life behind bars, most criminals who are sentenced to life don’t serve life. In some cases the magistrate gives the defendant life with a parole period, which means the person in question has to do so many years in jail and when the sentence is up the person gets out depending on what their behavior was like inside.

I believe the world would be a much safer place if murders were put in the slammer for a decent amount of time. My opinion is, If somebody does the wrong thing they should be punished not be let out on bail or be given parole because their behavior was good.

I can also see why somebody given a life sentence, would jump at the idea of getting parole. Offenders are sometimes put in solitary confinement which means they are put in a cell by them self and they don’t see the other prison inmates. But I still believe if you do the wrong thing you live with the punishment, if you get life imprisonment you loose your life, some people loose the chance to have kids or get married. The person on the inside may already have kids so there for the miss the opportunity to watch there kids grow up.

I know what the facts say but when a human being takes the life of another human being the man or woman in question hasn’t just killed one person, they’ve killed the victims family and friends. Someday soon one criminal will kill us all because sooner or later we are going to become to scared to walk to and from school in the morning and night, were going to be too scared to walk into a diary incase of robbery but most of all we are setting a really bad example for our children. Thats why I think a life sentence should mean LIFE.



Wednesday the 31st of March 2010

WALT: Write short stories for competitions.....what are the judges looking for?

The perfect family?. My head is killing me, it’s so tense my brain is going to explode, I think I'm going to cry. I stumble out of bed trying to find the clock, gosh it’s midnight what am I going to do? I need a drink, I go downstairs and head for the kitchen. When I reach the kitchen I open the cup cupboard, great, just great, there are no clean cups. I make my way to the dishwasher, luckily it’s just been washed so I grab a mug and boil the jug.

Just as I start pouring the hot water into my favourite mug, I hear a hefty bang on the door. It sounds like someone’s breaking in, I get hold of the broom and walk to the edge of the bench, I duck down so no one can see me. Another bang comes upon the door but this time it’s lighter and sounds more welcoming, “Hello” a strange but familiar voice says, “I know it’s late but I have nowhere else to go, I’m sorry about your interview please can you open the door." When the word interview came up I knew exactly who it was, I swiftly went and opened the heavy, very tightly locked front door of my apartment, just as I thought, my recovering alcoholic sister Lena. “Come in, Come in” “What are you doing in town so late?” I asked She didn’t answer she just stood there looking stupid. “Lena” I yelled “Easy woman, lower your voice, I’m not deaf alright!” she finally answered. “Okay, okay I’m sorry, what are you doing at my house?” I asked ever so nicely. It took a few minutes but she answered in a scared voice. “I was at a party when someone offered me a drink, I freaked out and ran to your place” “Do you want to stay here tonight and we’ll talk in the morning?” I asked Lena accepted my offer so I showed her where she’d be sleeping, the bathroom and I gave her something to sleep in.

Back to my perfect family you heard the word interview come up in conversation and maybe wondering why am I interviewing my sister? Thats because I’m a journalist for the “NZ Everything” paper and I’m doing a story on alcohol, what it does to your body, how it effects your family and friends and what happens when you use and abuse liquor. I gave a draft to my boss and he thought it was too hardcore so it was then I decided to interview a recovering alcoholic, Lena was the only person I knew. So I chose her. Yesterday I took the number 17 bus to the centre of Auckland and found my sister. We began an interview but that didn’t last long because I asked a question that made her angry so she stormed off and I let myself out.

In the morning when she woke up we talked about what happened the night before and went out for some breaky. It was a shock having Lena turn up at my doorstep but I’m glad she came to me for help instead of going down that slippery slope of disaster. I forgave her for ruining my first interview so in return she agreed to do another one. So it looks like my family may not be perfect for everyone else, but it is for me.