SO-Grace+G.

**Introduction:**
Hey, I am Grace. I love animals. I have a lot of cats--Garfeild, Ginger, Holly, Munchkin, Crisco, No Name, Milo, Fluffy, and Spitty, a dog-Gunner, and a horse-Cody. My older brother-Mark-likes to bug me a lot. My two parents are awesome and I love them a lot. I am 11 years old and am in the 6th grade. I am a straight-A student and started early in kindergarten. I absolutly love to run around outside! I guess I don't have much more to say about myself except that I really appreciate all of the people who edit my story and ask you to please leave comments at the bottem and not to change any of the story. Thank You!

**Paste your story here:**
** The Amazing Stunt ** By: Grace Gasser The guy’s name was Barstow -- Barstow Smith-Meyer. He was a peculiar man, always causing trouble in one way or another. It was a warm spring day. The flowers had just popped out of their shell and the trees still had the moist morning dew draping over the leaves. Yes, that was the day I remember, the day when I personally met Barstow or better known as “Bunny” Smith. It all happened like this… “Ah, this is such a nice day isn’t it Abby!” Yes, I agree Patty! I feel weird not doing something like gardening in my first prize garden on this lovely day!” In another town just over the mountain was where the weird Barstow lived. It was also an odd town and only the people living there liked it. The two towns were at war and “Bunny” was going to make this all end. His plan was to be like a circus performer and jump off the mountain straight onto the little cottage where the two old women live. “And now, the amazing, wonderful Barstow will do his Jump to the Other City!” “Thank you! Thank you! I will require no gifts of gratitude, just to become king of this town, that’s all!” “Are you ready Barstow?” “But of course my good man, and don’t forget, when I become king of this town I will make you my head servant!” “Oh my baby! My little baby! Winston, don’t let him jump! Oh no! Please! No! Oh, No! Please No!” “Don’t worry your pretty little head off about this. He is only going to jump to the bottom of the mountain with a bunch of explosives, let the peasants of Mudville know that we are still here, and then he will climb back up the mountain side and be as right as rain! See? He’s not going to get hurt!” “Yes mother, and when I am king you can be my maid! You were always a lucky one!” Well Just at that moment, Barstow jumped off the summit of the mountain with explosives up his sleeves. Now the poor little old women that were living at the bottom of the Mount Solomakia, the mountain that Barstow was going to jump off! I think that you have met these extravagant ladies known by the name of Patty and Abby. These women were having a visit when something flew down Solomakia and landed with a //CRASH//! Then almost immediately after the crash came streaks of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. “What was that Patty?” “I’m really not sure Abby!” Suddenly, out of the corner of Abby’s eye, she saw some orange flames! “Oh no! My first prize garden! Patty, it’s on fire!” “I wonder how that happened.” I don’t know but I’m going to go save it right now! Oh My Gosh! Patty, come here! Why Abby? What’s wrong? You sound like you might faint! I will! There is some guy out here and his leg… Oh No! Abby! Patty ran out the patio door and found Barstow in the garden moaning and groaning. Abby had fainted on the steps and Patty knew why. Barstow’s leg was lying all twisted and grotesque. It was open and bloody. The bone was half sticking out and Patty almost fainted herself! “Oh my gosh! Are you okay!” “Uuuugh! Not really! Unless you call painfully dying being okay!” Barstow weakly moaned. “Don’t worry! You wait here and I will get a professional doctor to deal with you, but you will have to pay for it because I don’t have the money.” Patty ran off into town and went to the doctor’s office. “Hello, how may I be of assistance?” “Oh Doctor Burton! I’ve got a poor young dying man in my backyard. He’s broken his leg and it really is a frightful sight! I’m afraid he won’t make it if you don’t make haste soon!” “Patty dear, calm down and take a deep breath. I will come with you immediately and fix him up, just calm down! This lad will be good as new! Let us be off!” “Oh thank you, Thank you!” Patty and Doctor Burton were off in one second flat. They had to stop their blinding run several times because Patty would start hyper-ventilating. When they arrived Barstow was barely breathing and Abby was just coming around. Blood covered the singed garden and if you saw it you would want to hurl. “Wow, he is bad! I will try the best I can but I’m not sure if I can fix him!” “Oh Doctor, Please do try, I am so worried, please don’t fill me with worry.” “Okay, He’ll definitely be okay!” “Good” “Now we have to get to fixing him up.” “Oh young man, are you going to talk and tell the nice doctor what the matter is and why you are in such a frightful condition.” “The matter is that my leg is broken and it hurts so bad I want to bawl so hard it would ring around the world. I don’t want to talk about what happened that is for me to know and you to never find out.” Barstow said in a seemingly stronger voice. Well it turns out that the doctor did end up fixing him and he was never the same again. He walked with a little limp, he was a little more humble, and he was a little less of a daredevil. He returned up the cliff and everyone in the town welcomed him home. Barstow received many kind words like: “Barstow, I thought you were dead.” “You should be dead Barstow.” “You daredevil you, you shouldn’t have lived through that!” And the most thoughtful ones of all: “I’m going to make sure you die next time.” “Oh My Baby! Come here so I can whip you for causing me so much worry!” After Barstow did this stupid thing, it turns out that the cities had peace between them and that he and the old ladies became indebted to each other. The old ladies eventually died, but not without a big feast beforehand. The funeral was a huge procession and the strong Barstow, who didn’t cry while his leg was cut open and screws and plates were put in, now cried his eyes out to the women who had saved his life.

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1. Think of plot—is it original? (If an adaptation, is it creative or interesting to you?) What suggestions do you have for the author(s)?

2. Think about problems that the characters face. Are there complications that add enough suspense, tension, or interest? Is there a climax that satisfies you? Is the resolution satisfying? What could be added or changed?

3. Think of characterization—are the characters life-like? Are characters likable and enjoyable? Do we get a good sense of character from many of these: description, dialogue, narrator's opinion, discussion from other characters, the character’s own actions?

4. Think of imagery and details. Do they help you //see// and //hear// and //experience// the story? What details would you like to see in the next revision of the story?

5. What areas of the story need the most improvement? What suggestions do you have for the author?