A Home School Assignment

Write a story using these words

Leaves,

Saturday,

Giant,

Gameboy

Scissors

MY STORY

“Two more! Just two more!!” I was sitting under a tree, one Saturday afternoon playing my gameboy.

Something behind my back moved, I thought it was me, but it wasn’t!

 I looked up, and saw the last thing I had thought I’d see… a GIANT!!!!!!!! He reached down, down, down. A big hairy ugly hand reached for me.

I was...um...Stunned…dazed…speechless! Like a fool I just sat there. I must be dreaming!! I shook my head and thought for a moment. If that’s a giant, and its legs are right behind me and it’s reaching down for me than… I gotta run!!

I jumped up and ran for shelter. Leaves were every were, in piles and not in piles and falling none stop from the trees. I slipped, and fell down with a thud. The giant gave loud roar. (I’m knot sure if it was a roar of laughter or a roar of victory or a roar of war.)

I put my gameboy in my pocket so I could at least try to fight back. But wait, what was this in my pocket? I pulled out the object, scissors!! I could chop the giant down like in ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’! I knew it wasn’t much, yet I just had to try.

Some say you see everything moments before a car crash, this was my crash! I charged for the giant, the giant charged for me. It was all as slow as slow could be. I pulled the scissors out from my pocket; they made a scraping noise like a sword coming out of its sheath. The giant pulled out a huge club that seemed to come out of nowhere! Every time my foot hit the ground, it made a thump, like a hammer thumping on a dirt road. Every time the giant’s booted foot hit the ground. The sound effect was more like pushing over a mountain!!

50 feet was between us now. With both hands clutching the scissor handles, I let out a roar and lifted up my deadly weapon. The giant lifted up his 8-foot long, spiky club. My ‘deadly’ weapon wasn’t so deadly any more. The giant let out a roar of war 15 times louder than mine!! Terror stricken, I tried to turn around and run for my life. But like I said earlier, it was all in slow motion, so I had trouble doing so. I found myself running strait for the 28-foot tall giant.

40 feet. “ROOOOOAAAAARRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” came the fearless cry of the giant. “AAAARRRRH!!!!” came the terrified cry of me, still running strait for what was my worst nightmare ever, instead of running away from it.

30 feet.  POUND, POUND, POUND!!! Sounded our feet.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!!! Sounded my heart, (racing as fast as it could in slow motion.)

20 feet! And closing in!! “RROOOOOOAAAARRRRH!!!!!”

10 feet!! 9!! 8!! 7!! 6!! 5!! I opened the scissors wide for the hardest blow I could give. 3!! 2!! 1!!…

Clenching my teeth I enclosed the scissor blades around the hairy, bug infested legs and… the Giant gave a deafening roar of pain as I heard the sound of his shinbones cracking just where the scissors had closed. He fell, slowly, slowly, down, down, down, and landed with a THUD, that shook all the earth.

His big, hairy, almost black hand fell down and hit the earth with enough force so that it cracked the ground beneath it. His cheese-over-flowing-nailed fingers went limp. I watched as the big heavy club rolled out of his hand and stopped on the grass beside his dead masters sweaty hand.

I sat down to finish my gameboy.

“Yes! Yes! 1 more! Come on, 1 more!! That’s all I need!” a shadow passed over me making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I looked up to the sky and saw the last thing that I ever, ever wanted to see again in my life…

THE END!

….CodeRed Jack….