This is my Wiggly line writing. The way we did this is that first we got a wiggly line then we are supposed to draw something out of it and make a story. As time went on we edited the first one and then made a sequel. We edited the sequel and then added the first story and the second story combined. And that created this, ta da.

 

 

Mars

 

Geraldene the Tofurkey walks on to the space shuttle. She is nervous, but excited. She is about to be the first Tofurkey to go to Mars, she straps the seat belt tight. She knows she is vital to the future of the Mars program.

 

She slowly breaths in. “shshshshup.” Then she reaches for the taco paste. “Yummmm! Then she grabs the bottle of juice. “Ahhh. That paste was good.” She breathes in again but this time there is a gulp at the end. Mission control calls in, “Geraldene are you ready?!”

 

Geraldene gulps but then she reassures Mission control, “yes I am ready.” In her big, bulky space suit, she reaches for the red switch, it says ‘accelerator’.

 

She takes one big breath. Then she flicks the switch. The machine starts the countdown. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1”

 

 

Years later, after much exploration.  Geraldine sees Mars,  she is scared but excited, brave, but worried. Maybe she will live, maybe not.

“Mission control. I see Mars coming in“, Geraldine says excitedly! “Oh my, Houston we got a problem. Some asteroids are in my way to Mars”, Geraldine hastily says shortly after.

 

“Geraldine use the Mars missiles 1 2 3 4 5 and 6. “This should move the rocks,”  replies mission control.

 

Geraldine pushed the button that says Mars Missile number 1. The missile shots out, so fast that the fastest person in the world can not keep up. One small asteroid blew up.

 

“Oh, no there are not enough missiles” , says Geraldine worriedly. “Well I am probably going to crash and expire shortly after, so I might as well write my will” ,concludes Geraldine.

 

Will

by Geraldine the first tofurkey to Mars

 

• Everything goes to my lazy brother Gerald and his cat Ham.

 

“Oh my my predictions were right! I am going to CRASH!”

 

“BEEP BEEP BEEP!” goes the rocket.

 

“Mission control! Come in I need you!”

 

“SZSZSZSSZSZSSZSZSSZSZ”, replies the radio.

“Oh no, everything is going wrong! The rocket is burning, I won’t survive”, sadly remarks Geraldine. “AHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”