My writing self review

My Narritive

Orientation

On a crisp clear morning in Hoogmade, A 6ft 5 man namely Petrus Van Der Geest booked a boat to New Zealand, on the boat he found a liking for cigarettes.

Complication

Out of nowhere on the boat he met a lovely lady called Anna. They both fell in love and eventually got married. When they got to New Zealand they declared they wanted marriage. They got married and had their first child, a lovley girl that they named Maria. When Maria was able to talk she asked her father “Dad what is our last name in english” and her father said “Oh, well time to go on a quest, Honey don’t stay up if i’m back late” “Ok Pete, Bye don’t die”, said Anna cuddling their newborn baby Rick, “Ok but first can I pack some Bread and Butter, also some Rum, Wine and Beer”.

Series Of Events

On his trip he met many people, some small, some tall, some skinny, some big and some really big, he got thirsty so he cracked open his Rum bottle and started chugging. After that he met a really nice smoke cloud, Peter tried to talk to him, he thought he was nicer than other people because he actually listened, but he didn’t reply though… So weird. The next day Pete woke up, puked his guts out, then he had some bread and butter, some beer and then set off, he did this for a few more days until he met someone who said he saw a translator who lived in a cave. Peter felt curious when he said there was some guardians guarding him, he just thought a little beer and some bread and they would be sorted, but he found out one thing, one terribly horrific thing, perhaps the most horrific thing ever noticed by man kind, they had a craving for human flesh… just kidding, but they had a serious craving for, I - I I don’t know if I can say it, but I have to because otherwise I wouldn’t get paid, they had a craving for Butter. “NOOO” yelled Peter, what was he supposed to have on his bread, just the thought of bare bread is horrible. He gave up and gave them his butter. He then met the translator, he was cloaked and had a deep croaky voice, “What do you want!” “Uhhh hey um, I want to see what my last name is,” “Well what is your last name man” “Van Der Geest” “Van Der Geest Aye, well that is dutch, am I correct?” “Yes” “Well Van Is from, Der is The and Geest is Ghost, so your last name in english is From The Ghost” “Whoa sweet, Thanks man” “Your welcome now Shoo shoo”. On his way back home he cracked open his half Rum bottle and chugged the rest of it. He had a cigarette and saw Smokey the Smoke cloud(Yes he decided to call him Smokey(And yes he decided to claim Smokey as a boy)). He was so happy that he smoked some more, and then he found out that Smokey had a Girlfriend, a girl named Smokester, yeah, she was a real Thug. They had a chat and then went their separate ways. On Peter's journey back he met a ghost. It haunted the bread and it was very mad that Peter was eating his legs, Peter told him to shut up because he was a bread ghost and nobody was scared of him, I mean like, go into a random house and I bet you there is a loaf of bread, walk into my house and you’ll see someone eating it either on a sandwich or toasted. Anyway, He started walking but his feet got sore, so he called an Uber. He told the Uber to stop just out of reach of sight from his house, he got out and pretended to be very tired when he got home, he got asked, “Dad Dad whats our last name!? And Peter said “From The Ghost”, “Whoa” “Swabbage” said Rick, “Heyyy, who taught him to say Savage without me???” “I did said Anna” So they had a massive pee fight, with the edible pee’s, not the liquid Pee. Peter and Anna had a few more kids, I’ll name them from age, oldest to youngest, Maria, Rick, Annette, Johanna(Jo) and finally my dad Colin.

Resolution

Alright gang, let’s recap, first Peter went on a quest to find out what his last name was, he met Smokey, smoked, got heavily drunk, came back, had another three kids, and had a Pee fight! Hope you enjoyed my story… “Hey get out of my house you have finished with this stupid story, now SCRAM!!!” “Ok Ok, Bye bye”. Man that was intense, anyway hope you enjoyed my story, I might right a number 2, but now I have to go number 2, so bye for now!

Peter/Pete/Petrus is my Grandpa, he is Dutch, and he is real. However this is a Fictional story and made up from the top of my head.