Wrinting Excercise: Life story of Johnny Johnson

I used to write with some of the people that came from my high school. We would get together two times a week and write stories. This helped us all be able to go home and actually are writings became better. What would happen is we would put a bunch of different title in a bag and would pick one. Then the first person would take that title and start a story. Once he had done as much as he was gonna do, we would comment on his story. Whether it needed more, or if it was good or not. This would sharpen our skills and develop better writings by knowing what words or idea do not appeal to the reader. So I want to do one of these excercises here. I have a title in the subject. I will start the story. use responses to tell more og the story, and comments to tell someone what you liked or didn't like aboout what they wrote. Maybe a tip or two on how to improve it. This is a great way to hone your skills. So I shall begin this. Please everyone,try this. Be sure to be creative and descriptive and let us see how long a story we can make! And so it begins and then I turn it over to you...........


The Story Of Johnny Johnson


Jenna Johnson pushed. Holding tightly on to Mr. Johnson, she pushed again. Her skin was covered in sweat, Her face was red and she look determined. At 1:05 a.m.; January 12, 2009, 9 pound, 7 ounce, baby boy, Johnny Johnson had been born, and his mother had died at the very same time. She had given her life for her child, for she knew he was destined for great things.
Tony Johnson was stunned. He had worried most nights how him and Jenna were gonna do it, and now she was gone. He had no one to help him, his life was over without her. He walked out to his car after naming the baby. He pulkled his gun out the holster he had kept there under his seat. All New York cab drivers had them. Getting robbed and killed happened all the time to cab drivers in New York city.
When they found him he had been dead for 6 minutes. There in the seat was a note . All it said was:


"She is gone, as am I. But at least we brought a hero to the world."

No one knew exactly what it meant, maybe just babbling of a psychotic. But they would all come to Mr.Johhny J. Johnson...............