I see people and rides but it's blurry. My friend holds me tight in terror. I sniff the fresh air but before I know it this stink smell is in the way. I should have had a snack before I came on this ride. Suddenly the ride stops in the air. Who will get us down?
Hi george
ReplyDeleteI like your intersting writing and your freaky end
Thank you Luka
DeleteHi George,
ReplyDeleteGreat writing about the power surge.
Keep it up,
From Shaan