I know and agree that I don't know anything about death. This story is just for entertainment. It was a VERY hot Sunday afternoon. I was getting very bored, so I got out my lighter and a for a smoke. A gigantic tree, with its leaves entering the room, stood outside. I lighted my lighter but as I got out a cigarette, the lighter set fire to the leaves. As the leaves were in the room, I thought it was very dangerous. I rushed to get some water, but when I returned, most of the room was on fire. For a moment, I stood there, paralyzed. Then I got my mind to work and thought of something. I rushed to the kitchen window and hanged there with my hands gripping the window-sill. The people outside would soon see me, I was sure. But they didn't. It was just too hot. Then, I started yelling. "HELP! HELP! Somebody help me, PLEASE!" Yes. Just like that. All too quickly, I realized that my time had come. I would just die, either by the fire or losing my grip and falling. I could already see the fire burning my kitchen cabinets. I didn't know what would be more painful, the fire or the fall. I just let my eyes close, and then, in a nanosecond, I opened them. But what was this! I was falling! I really was falling, right towards my death with every second. But I landed, instead of hard concrete, on a big piece, and a soft, strong piece of cloth. But not just that. It was a TRAMPOLINE!!! I looked around. Some big red trucks were putting out the fire. So, apparently, the people living in the next apartment had seen me. But I had got my lesson: SMOKING KILLS.
AOA guys, you will see this story of mine the next month's magazine...the editors design the mag really early and they have posted the young writers section on their fb page...I'm really happy I've won twice!