here is the revised edition of the new english thing

 

                                    A REALLY BAD DAY

“Oh my god, did that guy just die?” I asked my friend John, who was standing next to me.

            “I don’t know”. He said.

            We had just watched a sky diver hit the ground. His parachute had not opened. It was a warm sunny day in Shelton, Washington. We were just out side of the airport on the edge of some woods. We were just sitting there smoking pot and watching the sky divers. All was well until one of their parachutes did not open. He hit the ground not fifty feet away. We could hear his scream until he hit the ground, and when he hit there was a bone crushing sound and than nothing. The world seemed to be motionless and quiet for a few seconds after he landed. Time seemed to have slowed down. It was this way till I asked John if we saw what we had seen.

            “Shit man what do we do?” he asked.

            “I don’t know”. I said.

            We ran to where the person had landed. There was no way the guy had survived. There was a puddle of blood around his stomach when we got there. There was a stick stabbed into his gut and came all the way through his back. We could hear the sirens of the ambulance and fire trucks that were now coming towards us.

            “Lets get the fuck out of here.” I said thinking of the warrant and weed I had on me.

            John did not answer me. He was just staring and speechless. There were tears in his eyes.

            “Do you know him?” I asked

            “He is my cousin.” He said and than fell to his knees and started to cry. “Shit” I had thought.

            “Well I am out of here I can’t get caught by the cops.” And after I said that I split. I ran until I got to my car than I jumped in it and went to my house.

            The next day the story was on the news. It was all well, I even saw john on TV.

            “Man I can’t believe that the guy was his cousin.” I thought to myself.

            Just than there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door. And would you guess it there were two cops in the doorway. The one on the left was a big muscular black man. He had glasses and had a piece of gum he was chewing on very fast. The cop on the right was a short plump white guy. He had brown eyes and a mustache.

            “Are you Bob Hooton?”  Said the black one?

            “No I am not.” I said to him, “I am his brother James Hooton, though.” As I handed him my brothers high school identification card.

            “Do you have a Washington state I.D.?” the white cop said.

            “No I don’t I just moved here the beginning of the year.” I told him.

This is when it goes all to shit for me. What happened first was my dog came out of the door behind me. This made the smell of my hot-boxed house come out. And right as that happened more cops pulled up. This made me very nervous.

            “Well we know that is not you.” said the black cop pulling out his gun.

            I did the first thing that came to my mind. That was to run back into the house and up the stairs to my gun closet. So that is what I did. I went flying it seemed. I was in the house and up the stairs in a matter of seconds. Before I got to the door was when they started to fire but than they stopped shooting and gave chase. The cops had tripped as they came in the house because of the stuff I pulled off the shelf.  It was a good thing that I always have my guns fully loaded, because they were right at the bottom of the stairs when I turned around with my ak-47. I opened fire. The first three cops fell instantly by obtaining hits in the head and legs. “Man these are some dumb cops” I thought. The fourth cop however only got his leg shot and was behind cover calling for backup.

            “Oh shit what did I do?” I thought to myself. “Oh well I fucked up badly now time to make it worse.”

I grabbed one of the grenades I had in the closet and threw it. It killed the cop once it exploded. Now that those cops were dead I grabbed my bullet resistant armor and put it on. Than I filled the bag the bag with guns and ammo and I ran over the dead bodies of the cops and went to the garage and jumped in my truck and crashed through the garage door. Right outside of my garage was another cop’s car with two more cops. I pull out a Tec 9 and started to shoot them. I flew down the streets till I got to the highway. By this time there were a ton of cops behind me. I was shooting at them the whole time, switching guns when I ran out of ammo. I knew when I got some of them when a few of the cars crashed. We were on I-5 going towards Olympia. Up ahead of me a cop through out spike strips.

“Oh shit!” I thought as I ran them over.

My truck flips once I hit them. Once it started to flip time was slowed down and the noise stopped (well that is what it seemed like). The truck landed on the wheels and I was some how unhurt. The cop cars all come to a screeching halt.

“Time for the last stand.” I thought.

I jump out of the destroyed truck and started to shoot my AK-47 at any cop who moves. They fire back. I could hear bullets fly by. Than all of a sudden I was hit in the leg. I duck for cover and look through a little whole I can see through. There are about ten cop cars and about fifteen cops. There were about five on the ground. Than all of a sudden there is a lot of pain and than everything goes black for a second I wake up lying on the ground. I grab all the grenades that are in my seat and pull the pins and fall over. Just as the cops all get near to arrest me the grenades go off with me laughing to death.

 

we are doing a story in english. we get in a group of for and write for five minutes than change papers and continue the others paper. it turns out crazy. here is mine:

            “Oh my god, did that guy just die?” I asked my friend john, who was standing next to me.

            “I don’t know”. He said.

            We had just watched a sky diver hit the ground. His parachute had not opened. It was a warm sunny day in Shelton, Washington. We were just out side of the airport on the edge of some woods. We were just sitting there smoking pot and watching the sky divers. All was well until one of their parachutes did not open. He hit the ground not fifty feet away. We could hear his scream until he hit the ground, and when he hit there was a bone crushing sound than nothing. The world seemed to be motionless and quiet for a few seconds after he landed. Time seemed to have slowed down. It was this way till I asked john if we saw what we saw.

            “Shit man what do we do?” he asked.

            “I don’t know”. I said.

            We ran to where the person had landed. There was no way the guy had survived. There was a puddle of blood around his stomach when we got there. There was a stick stabbed into his gut and came all the way through his back. We could hear the sirens of the ambulance and fire trucks that were now coming towards us.

            “Lets get the fuck out of here.” I said thinking of the warrant and weed I had on me.

            John did not answer me. He was just staring and speechless. There were tears in his eyes.

            “Do you know him?” I asked

            “He is my cousin.” He said and than fell to his knees and started to cry. “Shit” I had thought.

            “Well I am out of here I can’t get caught by the cops.” And after I said that I split. I ran until I got to my car than I jumped in it and went to my house.

            The next day the story was on the news. It was all well, I even saw john on TV.

            “Man I can’t believe that the guy was his cousin.” I thought to myself.

            Just than there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door. And would you guess it there were two cops in the doorway. The one on the left was a big muscular black man. He had glasses and had a piece of gum he was chewing on very fast. The cop on the right was a short plump white guy. He had brown eyes and a mustache.

            “Are you Bob Hooton?”  said the black one?

            “no I am not.” I said to him, “I am his brother James Hooton, though.” As I handed him my brothers high school identification card.

            “Do you have a Washington state I.D.?” the white cop said.

            “No I don’t I just moved here the beginning of the year.” I told him.

This is when it goes all to shit for me. What happened first was my dog came out of the door behind me. This made the smell of my hot-boxed house come out. And right as that happened more cops pulled up. This made me very nervous.

            “Well we know that is not you.” said the black cop pulling out his gun.

            I did the first thing that came to my mind. That was to run back into the house and up the stairs to my gun closet. So that is what I did. I went flying it seemed. I was in the house and up the stairs in a matter of seconds. Before I got to the door was when they started to fire but than they stopped shooting and they gave chase. The cops had tripped as they came in the house because of the stuff I pulled off the shelf.  It was a good thing that I always have my guns fully loaded because they were right at the bottom of the stairs when I turned around with my ak-47. I opened fire. The first three cops fell instantly by obtaining hits in the head and legs. The fourth cop however only got his leg shot and was behind cover calling for backup.

            “Oh shit what did I do?” I thought to myself. “Oh well I fucked up badly now time to make it worse.”

            I grabbed the grenade I had in the closet and through it. It killed the cop once it exploded. Now that those cops were dead I grabbed my bullet resistant armor and put it on. Filled the bag I had in the closet full of guns and ammo. Than I ran out to the car I had

   

 

oops

 

After walking for about five hours we found a small town on the opposite edge of the patch of forest. We reached the town just before dark. We decided to wait before we go in the town. We found a small cliff that looked over the town so we decided to go take a look at the town from there. The town was very small. There was forest all around it. And only one road into it. There were about five or six small houses, which were lined up in two rows. There was also a small clinic and a small police station that were right next to each other. And on the far side of us there was a small school. So in all it was a small town. 

So we went down to a small creek that was back behind us a few hundred yards. There the air was moist and the breeze was warm. We stayed there until dark, finding berries to eat. Once it started to get dark we went back to the hill to see what to do.

The town looked completely different than it did in the day. There was a huge bonfire in the middle of the town, and all around were people. They were standing around and talking, they were also dancing and laughing. The air was strong with the smell of fire, weed, and alcohol. We could barely see the building at all. And now that it was dark we could see a lit up house a few hundred feet from the main part of the town, down the road.

            “That is the house we will hit.” I said.

            “Ok”, they both agreed.

So we went down the side of the cliff

 

it continues

I stood on a big green hill surrounded by plains and fields. The sun was well past noon and Stan and Billy were sitting by the tree eating apples from the tree. The apples tasted sweet, lost in the taste of the apple I nearly forgot that we were on the run. It has been about a week and a half since we all had escaped from the prison (which was about 20 miles west of us).

I remember exactly how we did it like it was yesterday. I also know why I was in there too. Stupid reasons I think. Should have guessed the cops would have waited there for me, but I was drunk and not thinking straight. I was put in jail for five counts of bank robbery and one for attempted murder (to bad I didn’t put another bullet in him). I served only ten years before a few buddies and I figured out how to escape. We did it when two of the guards were sick (luck was on our side, there had been an epidemic of flu.). As we were digging on the side of the road I faked a heart attack and fell to the ground.

“Get up you piece of shit.” Said the guard

“My heart it hurts” I said. Luckily I hit something sharp and it made me bleed because the guard jumped off his horse and bent over me. I could smell whisky on his breath.

“Hey, Bob. Get the medical kit, we have an injury.” The guard said. Bob was the only other guard there. The other two were sick. They were only watching over five people.

As Bob checked me out Stan stabbed his pick into the first guard’s head. The smells of his body fluids were strong. Then Bob jumped up, pulled his weapon and shot the prisoner that was picking up the first guard’s gun. Just then I jump up from behind him and grab him. But he freaks out and ends up shooting another prisoner. I was finally able to break his neck and silence him. So I pick up his gun and look around. Two of our escapee friends we dead.

“Shit man. I did not expect that to happen so fast.” I said to the survivors.

“Yeah let get these chains off and get going.” said Stan. 

And that is how we got here on this hill. We did not run into to much trouble after that. We only heard cops the day after the escape. But since then we have not seen any of sign of them.

“They know we have guns so I imagine they will want to trap or ambush us”. I said to the guys. 

“Yeah I think so too”. said Stan.

“So after we eat lets take some apples and head for that patch of woods over there.” I said pointing at a medium sized meadow on the horizon.

“They will have a harder time finding us through the woods”. I continued, “Then we hit a small store or house and get a map and some more food”.

            “So do you have a plan?” asked Billy.

            “Of course I do, I would not be heading this way if I did not.” I said to him.

            The year was 1720 and we were somewhere in the Midwest of the United States of America. The walk to the woods was quiet. The air was hot and the skies were blue. My plan was to go to Bull ridge. It was there that I stashed a huge sum of gold and money. With a lot of weapons and a good place to hide where they would never find us. My plan was to ditch Stan and Billy up near Springfield before going there. But before all that happens we had to get new clothes and find a town pr a map so that I can figure out where we were. That way I knew where to go.

 

i hardly ever go on so that is why i have hardly anything on here

Here is a story that I am writing in English (it is not done yet, obiously):

I stood on a big green hill surrounded by plains and fields. The sun was well past noon and Stan and Billy were sitting by the tree eating apples from the tree. The apples tasted sweet, lost in the taste of the apple I nearly forgot that we were on the run. It has been about a week and a half since we all had escaped from the prison (which was about 20 miles west of us).

I remember exactly how we did it like it was yesterday. I also know why I was in there too. Stupid reasons I think. Should have guessed the cops would have waited there for me, but I was drunk and not thinking straight. I was put in jail for five counts of bank robbery and one for attempted murder (to bad I didn’t put another bullet in him). I served only ten years before a few buddies and I figured out how to escape. We did it when two of the guards were sick (luck was on our side). As we were digging on the side of the road I faked a heart attack and fell to the ground.

“Get up you piece of shit.” Said the guard

“My heart it hurts” I said. Luckily I hit something sharp and it made me bleed because the guard jumped off his horse and bent over me. I could smell whisky on his breath.

“Hey, Bob. Get the medical kit, we have an injury.” The guard said. Bob was the only other guard there. The other two were sick. They were only watching over five people.

As Bob checked me out Stan stabbed his pick into the first guard’s head. The smells of his body fluids were strong. Then Bob jumped up pulled his weapon and shot the prisoner that was picking up the first guard’s gun. Just then I jump up from behind him and grab him. But he freaks out and ends up shooting another prisoner. I was finally able to break his neck and silence him. So I pick up his gun and look around. Two of our escapee friends we dead.

“Shit man. I did not expect that to happen so fast.” I said to the survivors.

“Yeah let get these chains off and get going.” said Stan. 

And that is how we got here on this hill. We did not run into to much trouble after that. We only heard cops the day after the escape. But since then we have not seen any of sign of them.

“They know we have guns so I imagine they will want to trap or ambush us”. I said to the guys. 

“Yeah I think so too”. said Stan.

“So after we eat lets take some apples and head for that patch of woods over there.” I said pointing at a medium sized meadow on the horizon.

“They will have a harder time finding us through the woods”. I continued, “Then we hit a small store or house and get a map and some more food”.

            “So do you have a plan?” asked Billy.

            “Of course I do, I would not be heading this way if I did not.” I said to him.

 

HOOTIN' HOOTON: Cool story so far. Great sensory detail and action. Somewhat unbelievable, though. If you want it to be more believable, you need to take into account that correctional facilities have reserve officers, and regular officers who like to pick up overtime when their coworkers call in sick. So your scenario where you only have to deal with two guards is not realistic. Also, following a violent prison break with officer fatalities, you damn well better expect an all-out manhunt lasting weeks if not longer, with FBI, choppers, 1000s of people on the ground traipsing all over the brush and briars, hounds, volunteers, maybe even the national guard, etc. So being 20 miles away you would pretty much be caught within hours or maybe days depending on the remoteness of the prison. Finally, these days the only prisoners they let out to work even under guard are those at low risk of trying to escape, usually because they only have a short time left to serve and the consequences of being caught escaping wouldn't warrant the risk. Other possibilities that would realistically put them outside even with a lot of time left to serve might include prison transfers, such as to appear in court for additional crimes they may have committed, medical treatment at hospitals, etc. But even then, you better believe they are shackled and under armed guard the whole time. Deal with these issues. I know you can.

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