Short Stories

W.A.LT..... choose tense that is appropriate for the writing purpose, use literary devices too enhance our writing and write in the perspective of your starter.
Starter: Write a horro story about a selfish stubborn police officer.

Lesson learned

It was an ordinary day at the California police office nothing new, just some random cases. “The names Josh I’m a professional full time police officer and well I hate my job and I don’t know why I studied it, it’s probably because my mum said follow your dreams son blah blah blah”. “ you know it’s those words your parents try to use when you don’t know what to do in life, well at least I still have a mum cause you know dad’s never stick around”. The day ended slow and steady, my days at the office are never exciting it’s like a typical day in the school holidays.

On my way home the sun beamed through the car windshield and I felt hot and stuffy like I was in the desert I hated this car but I ignore my anger and try to get home as fast as I could, so I could go on my go-kart, It was the only thing that was actually good in my life.

I pull up on the driveway and I see boxes and on them they had “shipping to L.A.” I stop the car, I jumped right out and I ran to mum “ mum! why are there shipping boxes outside are we moving?” I demanded an answer “yes son we are moving I’m sorry but there’s just another job in L.A. that gives more money than the one I have now”. I stood in horror “I hate this” I shouted and stormed out of the house I stood by my go-kart in the backyard. “Why does it have to be so hard” I brushed everything that happened away and waited for the two weeks where my life would be horrible I felt like a child in an orphanage.

We arrived in L.A. and pulled up at our new flat but I couldn’t be bothered helping my mum unpack, until a tall teal truck stopped in front of the driveway and well it looked like that generous guy had my go-kart.I went to him and snatched my go-kart out of his hands and took off. I drove for at least fifteen minutes until I see a race track so I carelessly take my go-kart and roughly raced it on the track for ten minutes until I realised that it had gotten darker I knew that I should be home but I didn’t want to leave so I raced for another five minutes. It was my last go round the track until I saw a white figure it looked like an old racer but I didn’t know who it was he shouted to me “ never race on this track this is my track no one goes on it and I’ve heard that you’re very selfish stubborn and a manipulative learn your manners boy before you be rude to others oh yeah by the way the names Casper you better get your act together or that go-kart will be swept out of your hands in just a blink of an eye”

Unknowingly it actually happened he haunted me for the next two weeks after that ghostly haunting night his life changed forever……..