Write an account of the climbing boy's experiences from his point of view. This is the same question from last day, which I have improved. Please tell me if I could add anything else in it to make it beter,thanks
I feel very weak. In this condition, I just can’t do much. My arms and legs are black-and-blue. I am partly injured everywhere. My only and last wish is to die today instead of tomorrow. I cannot live with these grievances and am ready to depart.
That's better. However, what about the pain from the burns?
You should also tell where the child is.
I feel very weak. In this condition, I just can’t do much. I am in the chimney sweep and I'm stuck. I cannot move and make my way through out of here. My arms and legs are black-and-blue. I am partly injured everywhere. It hurts to walk, sit, and I just feel Paralyzed. My only and last wish is to die today instead of tomorrow. I cannot live with these grievances and am ready to depart.
Is this better, please add anything else to make it better, thanks.
You ignored my question about the burns.
I feel very weak. In this condition, I just can’t do much. I am in the chimney sweep and I'm stuck. I cannot move and make my way through out of here. My arms and legs are black-and-blue. I am partly injured everywhere. I have burns on my legs and arms that ache and it just feels as if someone has dropped hot coal on them. It hurts to walk, sit, and I just feel Paralyzed. My only and last wish is to die today instead of tomorrow. I cannot live with these grievances and am ready to depart.
Sara, you don't seem to understand your source or your assignment.
Please go back and read both carefully. Then, start over again to do this assignment.
Okay, but can you tell me how I would start this off, because I tried to put myself in his shoes and speak about his experience. Also, could you please tell me what main details I have to include in this,thanks
You're stuck in a chimney. You're bruised, scraped and badly burned. You certainly can't walk.
thanks, I'll do this assignemnt on my own tonight, and post it on here tomorrow for you to check, thanks again Ms. Sue:-)
It seems that you are looking to enhance your account of the climbing boy's experiences. Here's a revised version that incorporates your original statement, along with some additional details to provide more depth to the story:
I feel utterly weak, my body weary from the constant toil. Every breath I take is a struggle, a reminder of the harsh and unforgiving life I lead. My arms and legs bear the marks of countless bruises, my flesh worn thin from countless climbs up soot-covered chimneys. I am not a child anymore, but a mere shadow of one, trapped in a life that knows no mercy.
The pain is a constant companion, a grim reminder of the dangers that lurk in every soot-stained corner. Every step I take is burdened with the weight of exhaustion, my body threatening to give in at any moment. But I have no choice but to press on, to endure the torment that life has bestowed upon me.
Each climb into the darkness feels like a descent into the depths of despair. The very air I breathe is tainted by the suffocating embrace of coal and ash, choking me at every turn. My eyes, once bright with hope, have grown dull and lifeless, a reflection of the despair that has consumed my spirit.
But amidst the pain and suffering, there is a glimmer of hope that keeps me going. The scraps of kindness I receive from those who dare to defy the darkness. The ones who acknowledge the injustice of my existence and seek to bring about change. They are the flickering flames in this cold, bleak world, igniting a fire within me that refuses to be extinguished.
Yet, even as I yearn for liberation, there is a part of me that fears it. The unknown terrifies me as much as the known. Death has become a tempting escape, a release from the shackles that bind me. But even in my darkest moments, I can't help but wonder if there's a future beyond this suffocating existence.
So, I continue to climb, my limbs trembling, my heart heavy with sorrow. Each trembling step may bring me closer to the end, but it also carries with it a faint whisper of resilience. And maybe, just maybe, my story will serve as a catalyst for change, a reminder that no child should be condemned to a life of darkness.