This story comes just three months after my last one, the one about the girl looking for a home. This time, I drew on my own experiences after breaking my arm. I think in just three months my writing had come a long way! And the twist at the end is spectacular!
As you may be able to tell, speech marks were the focus of this piece. A bit of overkill through the middle but I was trying my best.
Throw Up Thursday. 19 June 1997.
by Daniel Murphy
One sunny morning a little boy was playing football in his backyard when he slipped and broce his leg. One of his friends called his mum and she said "I will fhone for the ambylance" and so she did. Soon he was off and away.
When he got there he said "What's first?" the dockder said "We are going to make you go to sleep to put plaster on you" "But how" "We just do" she said. She gave him a good x-ray and said "These are your bones." "Look" "See this" "This here is broken" "Were" "Here" "Oh I can see a bone that is twisted" "That is the broken bone."
I got weeled into a room with lots of other people in it. Then I saw a sick magic person and I said "Can you get me better" and he did. He went back home and saw his mum. "I love you mum" and they cuddled each other.
You know when the corner of your novel's pages get bent or torn - Blog Ears.