Event+1

1st event by Sean Choi

I t was one dark day. Charlie walked on the street and picked up a newspaper that is resting on the ground while when he was on the way to go to his work. Another death in the rat factory!!! There was a picture of the dead with marks of rat bite all over his face and body. Charlie was very scared but couldn’t do nor say anything but just sigh and return to his rat factory and work hard. He walked toward the factory with his shoulders down and looked very depressed.

2nd draft

It was one dark day. A normal man with blue eyes and long hair walked on the small path where no one goes through and saw tons of paper lying on the ground. He picked up one of that paper and saw a dead person from his factory. There was no mark on the dead body. Charlie was very scared but couldn’t do nor say anything but just sigh and return to his rat factory and work hard. He crumpled the paper, throw it on the ground and walks toward his work with his shoulders down and looking at the ground…   3rd draft from Sean Choi    It was one very dark, windy, quiet day in Oxford, England. Charlie, a not tall but not short man with blue eyes and long hair, wearing jeans and winter sweater walked toward his Rat Trap factory through a very narrow path where no humans go through. Only rats or dirty animals go through there. He was walking for nine seconds through the narrow path and saw something lying on the ground. Charlie picked up the object and read for 20 seconds. He soon was paralyzed and froze for more than 30 seconds. There was an article that shows one of his mate, who was a fat midget with brown hair. There were all these rat bites all over his mate's body. Charlie ripped the paper with anger and sadness at the same time. Charlie was very scared but couldn't do nor say anything but just sigh and return to his Rat Trap factory and work hard until he earns enough money. He walked toward his Rat Trap factory with his shoulders down and looking at the ground...  4th draft from Sean Choi It was a one very dark, windy, and quiet day in Oxford, England. Charlie, a not tall but not short man with blue eyes and long hair wearing jeans and winter sweater walked toward his Rat Trap factory through a very narrow path where no other people go through. Only rats or dirty animals go through there. He was waking for nine seconds through the narrow path and saw something small piece of paper lying down on the ground. Charlie thought that it was a bills of money so he picked it up. However, he noticed that it wasn't bills of money, it was a bunch of small newspapers that flew to this narrow path. After reading those newspapers for 20 seconds, he soon was paralyzed and froze for more than 30 seconds. There was the word "DEAD" in the title of the article in huge letters. Charlie wanted to know from where, so he read and looked for more details. He found out that a worker from his factory died. He found a picture of his mate dead with marks of bites from rats. Charlie ripped the paper in rage and sadness at the same time. Charlie was very scared too, but he couldn't do nor say anything but just sigh and return to his Rat Trap factory and work hard. He walked toward his Rat Trap factory with sadness and fear.

Maria Tower

It was a cold, windy afternoon in London, England as Charlie was driving is Benz to the Rats & Traps Factory. Charlie glanced down at his golden stop watch to realize he was 15 minutes late for work. he pushed on the gas pedal to accelerate to the max 4 miles per hour. Charlie squinted his eyes and saw something flying in the distance. it looked like a bird drifting in the wind aimlessly. He then glanced down at his watch once more. Charlie then lifted his head and out of the corner of this ee he saw the bird coming straight for him. Before he could react, the bird smacked him right across the face. simultaneously, he slammed on the breaks coming to realize that it wasn't even a bird. a little panicked, Charlie grabbed the object off his face noticing it was just a newspaper. he then began to crumple the paper up until he caught a quick glimpse of the word Rats & Traps Factory written no the front page in big black letters. Shock and curiosity ran through is mind as men came from behind complaining that he wouldn't move his car out of the way. But all Charlie could do was unravel the crumpled up newspaper that lied in his hands. He placed the paper on his lap and smoothed it out so he could get a good look at it. His eyes scanned the paper quickly and saw the word "death" which make chills run through his slim and weak body. Charlie's eyes grew bigger and his hands began to shake as he read through the article."Three men found dead at the Rats & Traps Factory yesterday night with what seems to be gnaw marks on their body which lead to their death." Flabbergasted, Charlie slowly lifted his head from the paper as more men began to scream at him. without saying a word, Charlie put the paper underneath his seat and drove away.

2nd draft-Maria

It was a cold, windy morning in London, England as Charlie was walking to the Rats & Traps Factory where he works. He had his long trench coat snuggled over his tall, firm build and his top hat covering his sleek brown hair. He strolled along the cobble stoned street where the few wealthy men with cars inched by him. You could hear the rustling of leaves and the birds chirping above as they flew south. Charlie squinted his eyes as he saw something flying in the distance. It looked like a tiny bird flying aimlessly through the wind, making Charlie smile as if he were pleased to see the bird. He then glanced down at his copper stopwatch that read 9:05am. Charlie then picked up his pace for he was five minutes late for work. Out of the corner of his green sparkly eyes he saw the bird coming straight at him. "What king of bird is that?" he thought to himself, " One that wafts side to side. It seems to be a bit drunk. Before he could react, the bird smacked him right in the face. Simultaneously, he came to a complete stop coming to realize that it wasn't a bird at all. A little panicked, Charlie grabbed the object off his face noticing it was just a newspaper. He let out a shaky breath of relief. He then began to crumple the paper until he caught a glimpse of the words RATS & TRAPS FACTORY written in big, black letters in the front. Shock and curiosity ran through his mind as he started to unravel it.  "Could it be? No, that isn't possible for it has been years since it happened. Well, just maybe." Charlie murmured under his breath. He leaned against the wall to flatten it out. His eyes scanned the paper quickly and saw the word "death" which lead chills down his spine. His eyes grew bigger and his hands began to shake as he read through.  "3 men found dead at the Rats & Traps Factory with what seems to be gnaw marks which lead to their death."  Flabbergasted, Charlie lifted his head hoping this wasn't true.He shook his head in disbelief thinking "It's been years though! How could these deaths at the factory just....just come back?" A man's voice in the distance snapped Charlie back to reality. He neatly yet quickly folded the wrinkly newspaper up, stuck it in his pocket, and continued to walk to work.

3rd Draft- Maria

It was a cold, windy morning in London, England as Charlie was walking to the Rats & Traps Factory where he works. He had his long trench coat snuggled over his tall, firm build and his top hat covering his sleek brown hair. He strolled along the cobble stoned street where the few wealthy men with cars inched by him. You could hear the rustling of leaves as the fell from trees and the birds chirping above as they flew south for it was almost time for winter. Charlie squinted his eyes as he saw something flying in the distance. It looked like a tiny bird flying aimlessly through the wind, making Charlie smile as if he were pleased to see the bird. The smile drifted away as he glanced down at his copper stopwatch that read 9:05am. Charlie then picked up his pace for he was five minutes late for work. Out of the corner of his green sparkly eyes he saw the bird coming straight at him. "What king of bird is that?" he thought to himself, " One that wafts side to side. It seems to be a bit drunk. Before he could react, the bird smacked him right in the face. Simultaneously, he came to a complete stop coming to realize that it wasn't a bird at all. A little panicked, Charlie grabbed the object off his face noticing it was just a newspaper. He let out a shaky breath of relief. He then began to crumple the paper until he caught a glimpse of the words RATS & TRAPS FACTORY written in big, black letters in the front. Shock and curiosity ran through his mind as he started to unravel it.  "Could it be? No, that isn't possible for it has been years since it happened. Well, just maybe." Charlie murmured under his breath. He leaned against a cold brick wall to flatten it out. His eyes scanned the paper quickly and saw the word "death" which lead chills down his spine. His eyes grew bigger and his hands began to shake as he read through.  "3 men found dead at the Rats & Traps Factory with what seems to be gnaw marks on their bodies which lead them to their death."  Flabbergasted, Charlie lifted his head hoping this wasn't true.He shook his head in disbelief thinking "Bloody hell, it's been years though! How could these deaths at the factory just....just come back?" Men then started to give Charlie weird looks as they passed him. A young man laid a hand on Charlies shoulder which startled him.

"Hey, mate, you okay there? You look a bit light headed." The man questioned "O-oh y-yes, I-I just.. I'm fine" Charlie struggled to say.

The man walked away as Charlie hid the paper behind his back. He then neatly folded the wrinkly newspaper up, stuck it in his pocket, and continued to walk to work as if nothing had happened.

4th draft - Maria

was a cold, windy morning in London, England as Charlie was walking to the Rat Trap Factory where he worked. He had his long trench coat snuggled over his tall, firm build and his tan colored burney hat covering his sleek brown hair. He strolled along the cobble stoned street where the few wealthy men with cars inched by him. You could hear the rustling of leaves as they fell from trees and the birds chirping above as they flew south for it was almost time for winter. Charlie squinted his eyes as he saw something flying in the distance. It looked like a tiny bird flying aimlessly through the wind, making Charlie smile as if he were pleased to see the bird. The smile drifted away as he glanced down at his copper pocket watch that read 9:05am. Charlie then picked up his pace for he was five minutes late for work. Out of the corner of his green sparkly eyes he saw the bird coming straight at him. "What kind of bird is that?" he thought to himself, " One that wafts side to side. It seems to be a bit drunk." Before he could react, the bird smacked him right in the face. Simultaneously, he came to a complete stop coming to realize that it wasn't a bird at all. A little panicked, Charlie grabbed the object off his face noticing it was just a newspaper. He let out a shaky breath of relief. He then began to crumple the paper until he caught a glimpse of the words RAT TRAP FACTORY written in big, black letters in the front. Shock and curiosity ran through his mind as he started to unravel it. "Could it be? No, that isn't possible for it has been years since it happened. Well, just maybe." Charlie murmured under his breath. He leaned against a cold brick wall to flatten it out. His eyes scanned the paper quickly and saw the word "death" which lead chills down his spine. His eyes grew bigger and his hands began to shake as he read through. "1 man is reported to be dead at the Rat Trap Factory. They found his body at 12am last night. The body was witnessed to be seen with gnaw marks on his legs and arms which had lead them to their slow and crucial death. Many say that these haven't been the only deaths throughout the years." Flabbergasted, Charlie lifted his head hoping this wasn't true.He shook his head in disbelief thinking "Bloody hell, it's been years though! How could these deaths at the factory just....just come back?" Men then started to give Charlie weird looks as they passed him. A young man laid a hand on Charlies shoulder which startled him. "Hey, lad, you okay there? You look a bi' li' headed." The man questioned "O-oh y-yes, I-I jus'.. I'm fine" Charlie struggled to say. The man walked away as Charlie hid the paper behind his back. He then neatly folded the wrinkly newspaper up, stuck it in his pocket, and continued to walk to work as if nothing had happened.