The Kelly Gang: A Narrative Fiction

We were at Stringybark Creek looking for the Kelly gang. They were wanted for robbery and much more which was illegal. We were all wearing dark black boots and baggy clothes. The creek smelt like a junk yard! “Kennedy, Scanlon!” McIntyre yelled out that we were surrounded and should give up our weapons. What nonsense he was talking about? My buddy and I Scanlon just wanted to find the Kelly gang badly so they won’t hurt anyone else. We had already lost enough lives, so we just continued riding while eating juicy apples they tasted exactly like an apple pie. Suddenly out of nowhere Ned Kelly fiercely jumped out of the bush right in front of us. He was followed by the three other gang members. They were all armed with the same guns, police