One day I stayed home and there was a strange knock on our front door. Who is it? I say to myself. The door wasn’t locked and a robber/thief came running in and stealing all my stuff down my stairs. “What is going on!” I shouted to the whole universe.
“I here to steal all your stuff,” said the thief/robber.
I started to run out my lungs to my death to get away from this disaster so this bad thief/robber will get away from me.
I just hate that thief!
Posted June 22, 2018 by elina2018 in category 100WC, Writing