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THE ABANDONED POST


Yoz guys do you know why this is the abandoned post? It all started when our class had to write compositions for our usual class test. One of the 3 available subjects was Abandoned and my friend...wells..he made a really gruesome story out of it. AND IT WAS ACTUALLY READ BY THE TEACHER AND COUNTED IN THE EXAM MARKS!

Let's take a look at his essay, shall we?

Not for the faint-hearted, this is a story of murder, violence, gore and much more...anyways, pardon the spelling errors, this is the unedited version of the essay


It was winter, a cold and lonely night. Darkness had already roamed at the darkest streets of Italy. However, it was also the dangerous one.(???)Gangsters and prostitutes were hanging at that place, waiting for customers or killing time by smoking or gambling.


A woman, a commoner, experienced a horrible event that cost her(her) life. She had an argument with the gangsters and was raped and a leg severed by them. It was 9 months(ago) then. (Later)She was pregnant and was forced to beg for money. She thought and regretted for insulting the gangsters.


Suddenly, the sharp pain came from the tummy. Something piercing at her womb. She knew it was time. It was time for her long anticipated baby. Though she was raped that made her pregnant, she wanted to keep her baby,(P) she wanted to raise it up so she can(T) take revenge of{WTF!?} the ruthless gangster. The pain was so sharp that she cried and screamed for help. He pleades were futile and that were only echoed by the old walls of the dark streets.


The very next day, a baker was on his way to the ship when he discovered a crying baby and a woman lying in a pool of blood. He was shocked. He fount out that the dead woman gave birth to the child. He decided to raise the child and named it Jack. When Jack was old enough, the baker told him about how he was found. He was a bright child. Quiet but(and) observant and(but) ruthless. He would not spare any animal that tries(T) to steal the bread from the bakery.


The bakery's business had been bad for several years and it was obvious that it was going bankrupt. One day, Jack woke up and went to the bakery to help the baker till he realised that the shop was sealed up and left a note for him.


"Jack, I am sorry, I am penniless now, you are on your own, Jack."


Jack could not believe what he saw. Now, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. What would happen to me? Why was I abandoned twice? Am I dying of starvation? How can I survive at this ruthless dark streets." Jack knew that he should look for job. He was then accepted as a pub worker{=.=}. At a fine day, (when)Jack was knocking off in the afternoon, he saw a bunch of gangsters in the streets.


"You must be the pub worker I guess,(P) its better if you hand your money to us or you shall get it from us" he said coolly(gravely){what the heck is coolly? no such word sia). Jack was really angry, he did not want to give in to them and hand them his hard-earned pay.


"No, I'm not" Jack said infuriatingly, following by a volley of punches and kicks that finally conquered them. The ruthless dirty tricks.{INCOMPLETE SENTENCE)


The gangster surrendered and Jack was made the Mafia{ u didn't hear wrongly, yes, it was the Mafia} of the streets(key figure of the Mafia). Unfortunately, his biological mother died too early to convey the message that it was them who killed her. This was the beggining of his new life. He had ruled the dark streets of Italy.


The End


Thoughts of the day

Teacher's quotes are in ()

My personal quotes are in {}


(With no proper use of connectors of time and sequence, the beginning part of the story was rather confusing.)


{LOL GOOD PASSAGE LA NICE ONE THIS SHOULD BE RATED EXPLICIT CONTENT IF MADE INTO A MOVIE. LMAO ROFL!!!)


Liked it? I did. ^_^

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