My answer to a small exercise from a course in Creative Writing. The requirement was rising action in every second sentence and the use of some specific words.

I have always wanted to jump from the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris without being hurt and this morning I started to train. My first training jump was from a piece of paper lying flat on the floor and after only a short while of hesitation I gathered my courage and jumped like a tiger and landed safe and happy on the floor.

The next step of my training was considerably harder because I have always been scared of heights. Standing on top of a weekly news magazine was really scary but I did the trick and landed on the floor with no major injuries. I increased the danger again. This time I flew like a crow when I jumped down from my sauté pan and performed a perfect roll landing.

I cannot rule out that the success of my training program had made me become a little over-confident and I turned a basket full of vegetables upside down. The flight through the air from  the upsided bottom of the basket was perfect, but the landing wasn’t—-it turned out that I was more durable than both the eggplant and the cucumber but the carrot that insisted on standing upright wasn’t good for my stomach. Not wanting to be set back by one tiny incident I decided to continue my quest to go higher and higher. When I climbed my kitchen chair I felt the rush of the thin air around my head and when I jumped I descended for what felt like hours before I landed on my feet and immediately slipped in my splashed groceries on my now rather filthy kitchen floor.

So, Doctor, please fix my stomach and my arm as fast as possible. I need to reach the airport in time to get aboard my flight to Paris tonight.

Paw Hermansen