Daniel Harris
Daniel is only 13 but he writes many stories with that important feature of good writing: 'show not tell.' See how he 'shows' what happens to the narrator and his brother.
We’re running. Running from the truth on an old abandoned road with a farmhouse and mountains. It didn’t have to be like this, why does no one believe us? We love our mum, we would never hurt her. But no one believes us; they just think we’re terrorists on the run. But we’re just kids! They think we’re armed and dangerous.
There are trucks looking for us because we know the truth - the truth about this whole conspiracy and that’s why we’re headed to Norway for a second chance. Crossing the border won’t be easy. The amount of people that want to stop us is horrific.
“Oh no,” my brother cries. “The truck!” They’ll stop at nothing. A man emerges from the roof and he has a gun. Our only hope is to ditch the road.
‘Bang’. A shot is fired. A racing pain goes through my body. I stop running. I fall to the ground to see my brother’s corpse beside me.
No one will ever know the truth. I have failed. The secret will be hidden for another thousand years. Darkness surrounds, everything is quiet . . . gone.
Daniel Harris
There are trucks looking for us because we know the truth - the truth about this whole conspiracy and that’s why we’re headed to Norway for a second chance. Crossing the border won’t be easy. The amount of people that want to stop us is horrific.
“Oh no,” my brother cries. “The truck!” They’ll stop at nothing. A man emerges from the roof and he has a gun. Our only hope is to ditch the road.
‘Bang’. A shot is fired. A racing pain goes through my body. I stop running. I fall to the ground to see my brother’s corpse beside me.
No one will ever know the truth. I have failed. The secret will be hidden for another thousand years. Darkness surrounds, everything is quiet . . . gone.
Daniel Harris
