Trading Places

               If it were ever possible for me to trade places with any character from my book "Dear John"
id trade places with John, it is my upmost dream to be special forces, and i am even in training for the CF (Canadian Forces) John is a green Berett i would rather have been a SEAL if i was states but my goal is JTF2 in canada anyways, John is a hardcore army bro, killin terrorist and other hostile enemies, hes been to combat in africa and south america and now deployed in the middle east. BUT the main reason id like to be john is he is in a love interest with a sexy hot momma, and who doesnt want to be in a love interest with a sexy hot momma... id rather honestly stay single and on the market, and wat girl doesnt think army guys are hot. ill tell you NONE! so i dont have to worry about getting my own sexy momma. because ill have atleast one hundred or like nine hundred. hes in tip top shape and very wise, although his girl friend does get engaged to another man, the other man had an autistic child, and dead wife, and cancer... her excuse was he needed help, and she was still very much inlove with John still. John has all these cool experiences and epic adventures that i hoppe someday i achieve. i think a life as John would be very cool, blowing stuff up, shooting guns, getting shot at, all sounds very fantastic, Johns bestfriend died trying to save him, when he was shot, i think all these adventures really draw me in. Im not afraid to die, and i want to die in the army too. i dont want to live past 40, i dont want to start decining in ability. and i dont want a family. so the army life is the life for me.

forrest sharks

         Blood rushing threw my veins, sweat dripping like melted ice-cream. The chase began, when i was lost in the woods.. And a SHARK swimming the the forrest came at me at blinding mach speeds. I had no time to react, reaching for a stick and lobbing it into the maw of this ferocious legend of a creature. With a thousand teeth, and a throught filled with razor blades. I was scared. Running away like a small little field mouse, screeching at the top of my lungs "golly me! im being chased by a shark!"

               The shark flew at me, slashing me with its sword like fins, my arm cut clean off, the shark swimming away with my limb.. two minutes passed i was bleeding out, cautarizing my wound with a match box, i passed out from sheer pain. i woke up, to the forrest shark eating my legs, i started smaking the coul creature with one of my legs it tore off. "Back stupid foul!"

      the shark ate me. THE END.

super power

     If i could choose any super power in the world, i would have to pick the ability to fly. Soring through the sky at mach speed, flying with birds and ripping through clouds like jet air planes. I personally think there would be no bigger thrill. My super power wouldn't be for the greater good, nor for evil, my superpower would be for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. It may be a selfish decision by me, but its what id like, my life is my life and i will not commit it to anybody. Can you imagine flying high speeds through trees dodging branches, doing flips scaring animals and people alike. I can imagine no better feeling then the feeling you would achieve falling hundreds of thousands of feet, to only catch your self and launch at insane speeds. The superpower to fly would also be very dangerous, i can think of many life threatening scenarios with the ability to fly. One example would being going way to fast, and colliding with an object essentially breaking every bone in your body! And another dangerous scenario would be getting struck by lightning or being sucked into a air planes exhaust.