Captain's log, day 23.

(Post by Finn, a middle school writer)
Today's writing prompt is a little different from the ones I've done in the past. Instead of multiple small writing prompts, this time there's only one.

Imagine that you are the captain of a boat, airplane, space ship, or some other large vehicle. Write the captain's log, starting at day 23, and answer some of the following questions:

-Where is the vehicle you're in charge of trying to go, and why?

-Why has the log started on day 23? Why has it taken so long to get where you need to go?

-Who else is on the vehicle? What do they think about how long the journey has taken?

-Who hired you to go on this journey? Or, if you weren't hired, who do you work for? Or if you don't work for anyone, why are you on this journey in the first place?

Have fun writing!

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