Creative Writing: The Erosion Of Earth

"Ooh, I'm telling mum," my sister Diana said. "Not if I beat you until you can’t." I said crudely. I was anxious and scared. I broke my mum's lawn gnome and knew that she had warned me of touching them or else she would make me into a lawn gnome. I also knew that I would not only be in trouble for breaking of the head of the orange beard, red checked and very plump gnome, but also for playing hooky with my Dad’s RC car. Later that night I got three extra spankins for threatening my little sister.
I now regret threatening my sister, breaking that gnome, stealing my Dad’s RC car. Also I wish that I hung out with my family more, instead of getting in trouble and playing video games all day.
When I arrived at Earth, there were lots of forests and jungles. Some of the woods had helped on my journey. One type of jungle was that the trees would send big bundles of leaves to you with water and food. On the other hand, the erosion of the Earth has led to deadly

"Do you really think I can escape these clickers, navigate another 112 miles and fight off more clickers with just a metal fork and dull screwdriver?" As I was saying these impossible factors of escape and adventure, I became even more sad and angry at the world and at our people we call the top dog, the government. "You did escape a big dinosaur armadillo, and killed a couple clickers with a piece of wood." Jonah said. If he was trying eagerly to cheer me up to escaping, it was not working. "Yeah, but they were fat. These clickers are fit and smart." As I wiped away my tears I thought I could have drank them, then remembered that they are salty and that they would only make me more parched. "What are you a wuss, scaredy cat?" Jonah said. He was sounding more like a buffoon with his