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by N. R. Borg | Score: 5350

As my sister breathed her last, My eyes were blinded by red, my fist clenched in rage, my scream echoing across the gorge. In her lifeless hand was a key chain. I picked it up and tears splattered the dirt ground. It was the one I gave her when we were seven. She had a passion for making things and had always wanted to be an inventor. "Don't worry sistra, I will avenge you. I looked around and realized that I had no idea how I was to get out. Glancing at my bloodstained hands, I saw that they were stripped raw from the fall. The fall that killed her. I turned my eyes skyward at the sound of a helicopter whirring. I stumbled to my feet, waving my arms wildly, hoping that they would see me, crying my throat raw for help. The beam of light swirled over me and I heard faint cries of we found them! By the time they had landed and reached us, I had fallen to the ground my energy spent. it had started to rain, and I felt strong arms pick me up, and whisper, "Don't worry Keira, Jenny will be ok. Your both going to be ok." It

Completed challenges

The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:

Begin Start typing to begin
Event A death needs to be avenged
Prop Include a key chain
Words Reach 50 words
Character A passionate inventor
Event Aliens invade
Prop Include a tomato
Letter Use the letter F
Words Reach 100 words
Letter Use the letter G
Character An artistic occupational therapist
Prop Include a playing card
Character An enthusiastic art historian
Event Someone cries for help
Letter Use the letter M
Event It pours
Prop Include a shirt button
Words Reach 200 words
Character A slow teaching assistant

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