Истории Bush

you see people differently when you're seventeen.

This was an English Short story assessment and the theme was the Australian bush. I'm not much of a writer but if anyone reads this I hope they enjoy.

Genre: Non-fiction / TV Companion Book Style: Narrative non-fiction, based on the events and characters as seen on the show. Tone: Straightforward, respectful, and descriptive - captures the spirit of the show.

Ellie is on a hike with her friends in the bush She spots something off the trail and walks off to check it out. Her group walks off with all the compasses and supplies, leaving her alone and empty handed apart from her backpack, which only contains a drink bottle, chocolate bar, raincoat, first aid kit, aero guard, and sunscreen. Night is coming. Will she survive until they can find her? What will happen while she is all alone?

A few stories. About a true story!

This story include 2 books on it. Kill me or love me 1 and Kill me or love me 2-TheAwakening.

JUST ME WRITING STORIES IN CAPS LOCK BYE HOEBAG

The most inspiring story Teh puurpl ey suzan award.

The Little noob once was an Omega, but after being reported for hacking for unlimited V bucks, he lost it. He was now being depressed. The battle bus had then launched the Little noob to the tilted towers. Seeing all the people going there, he went to a little shack near Salty. After getting a blue pump, he went to the trusted protection of the bush. The Little Bush Camper 💯

Constantly running away from myself, never knowing how to stop the pain. Maybe true love can help? Ups and downs, it comes through in the end.

A snippet of the story As the next triple rolled up to the loading ramp I ran to the back yards with James to get the next deck of fat heifers up ready to load on the truck, to my relief this was the last deck of cattle to be loaded. We have loaded 24 decks of cattle in this Northern Territory summer morning, this is defiantly not everyones chilled Sunday morning. It was gonna be a hot day out here we wanted the cattle loaded and on the road before one this afternoon, the tyres can blow with the tar this hot.

Lizzie Brown, an orphan from New Zealand, is kidnapped by her mother's old coworkers, revealing secrets that had been brewing ever since the car crash that 'killed' her mother years ago. After escaping her captors, Lizzie is shoved into a untamed, isolated wilderness. Without the help of civilisation, she finds herself falling into a deep, silent abyss of death. Will the sudden arrival of this furry creature save her, or drag her even deeper?

Completed Short Story: No place is safe for a woman in the bush.

If I die tonight, at least I died doing what was right. If I die tonight, at least I die knowing my family is safe. If I die tonight, at least I get to die with pride. If I die tonight, at least I get to die knowing him. ~~~~~~~~~~ Elsa Bush is known as the strongest werewolf hunter there is. Along with her father and two siblings, she devotes herself as a regular school girl by day, hunter by night. Elsa has never really been the same after those things killed her mother. What happens when she is held captive by a pack and is apparently mated to the strongest and most dangerous Alpha of all time? A man her and her father have been hunting for as long as she can remember? Will she accept that she is a Luna to a pack and could possibly love the thing she hates most?

Darcy Winters notices a bush, but it doesn't seem like any ordinary bush. It seems like it has a secret, a very CUTE secret!

This is a true story. One hundred percent of what you are about to read is documented and certified to be completely true. However, the events you're going to read about didn't take place in the dimension where you are, but instead they take place in the Twenty-third Dimension (which, by coincidence, is a universe parallel to our own). If you were to make the effort to visit the Twenty-third Dimension you would see another world where people live and die, love and hate, as well as dance at other people's weddings-as if theirs was the only dimension that existed. But since we know that we exist, we know that they are not the only dimension, but just one out of a very, very, very many. This story is theirs and ours. It has you and me in it. While it's true that, as it is a parallel universe to our own, we are there, but we are not the same people there as we are here. We would be if we were to make the same choices and the people around us made the same choices as we and they do here. (Unfortunately there is talk of reducing this twelve-trillion-page manuscript to a more portable size. That chore will be left in the hands of the editors.) In the Twenty-third Dimension, people are different. For instance, Genghis Khan successfully ran a preschool. Adolf Hitler, a man who made a nuisance of himself in the Two-hundred and Seventeenth Dimension (your own) was a sign painter (as in billboards) in the Twenty-third Dimension, and a very good one at that. I won't tell you any more, only that he was up for an award. As for Genghis Khan: with him in charge, the preschoolers quickly learned that nap time means nap time.