Story writing class: Sunday at 7am PDT
At the end you can read the story before corrections.
My name is Ralph Ross. I am a policeman. During each work day I see horrible people doing horrible things.
When I come home at night I want to forget all about it, so I log in to Second Life to relax exploring new places.
One night I fell asleep in front of the computer and I was woken up by the sound of a new IM.
It said, "Ralph, I am in trouble for real. I need your help."
The doorbell rang.
I went to the door, looking at the security devices and said, "Who is it". A man said, "It's me, Ralph, please help me!".
Ralph said, "Your right leg and right arm seem broken.What happened?"
The man whispered, "My name is Bill." Then I saw his face become white.
Ralph let Bill into the house. "I haven't seen you for ages, where have you been?" Then Bill began to tell him, "Two years ago I fixed someone's computer, and long short story I ended up in jail. I think someone tried to kill me."
