I dangled down the tall rocky tower, my beat up hands laid between the hard rocks and his black hard shoes. As I hung, I looked down, It looked like I was gonna fall into the cold dry grass. His shoes started to shake and my fingers started to crumble. The only thing that might be able to save me is if gravity somehow is a myth. All of a sudden his foot slowly starts to lift. Just like I imagined gravity IS very much real. My head jerks into the wind and my soul flies away.
Hello Naomi, I really enjoyed reading your story. What I particularly liked was your descriptions. You chose some awesome adjectives that really created a great visual image. I also liked how you put up the hypothesis of gravity. Well done.