Creative Writing On The Roller Coaster Ride

It was a sunny hot day, and the sun was burning me. I had butterflies in my stomach. when I got closer to my biggest fear, I thought more about whether or not I really wanted to do this. My sister and I slowly got in to the hot red seat and grabbed the burning and wet handle that would soon be protecting us in the seat that would bring us through the horrible, insane, terrible roller coaster ride called the deadly beast which i advise you should never ride. I was like a small little ant about to be face to face with the biggest animal out there. When the ride started I had enormous, nervous smile on my face and a shaking Chihuahua bodie. As there my siaster and baby siter where the all fine. The ride started out not to bad, but when we made the first turn, all I

I had a horrible stomachache, and my head was spinning at what was what, and I felt weak, weak as if I had no bones in my body at all. Although I didn’t know what to do, there was one alternative left to me since I had a brain to think. So I thought while I was breathing heavily, twisting and turning and screaming, and I just decided to put my head down and try to let the rocking created by the giant and the big, black bear soothe me, but that was the impossibility of the century because to think and to try to relax on a roller coaster let me tell you now, it’s impossible! As soon as we passed through another couple of twists and turns, I would have to be on this horrible roller coaster my whole life. I would have to sleep on the roller coaster, eat on the roller coaster. what scared me the most was that I would never see my family again, but then I remembered my thought from earlier. I was going to be dead, as dead as anyone could ever be. “Please, have only one more rumble, rumble,” I begged silently. “Please have only one more ‘big, fantastic turn.’ Please have only one more anything,” I thought because nobody wants to be as dead as anybody could ever be. Luckily, there was only one more