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Showing posts with label 2016/Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2016/Writing. Show all posts

Monday, 7 November 2016

Sammy's narrative story ( The whole story )

On a dark gloomy night. A little girl was reeling up an old raggedy bucket full of water. Then she heard a noise, she turned to the noise nothing was there except for the moonlit moon. She went back to reeling the old bucket, then there was another noise, but this time she was that shocked that she let go of the bucket, “Splash” The bucket slammed into the water.

There was no light, she looked around the moon was gone. She backed up and  turned back to the well, then suddenly a moonlit light appeared in front of her face. She screamed and jumped like a flea jumping to another animal. The peculiar flying creature backed away from her and rushed to hid behind some trees, When it peaked up it and sneezed, sparkles shoot out of its nose and appeared above her. As the sparkles faded away she started to smile.

The moon ghost swooped towards me again and had this huge weird silver chain in its hand. She smiled but then she thought that she was getting attacked but no she wasn’t the moon ghost was lifting her up then putting her down to make her happy. Then he put his hand in the well and pulled out the old bucket and gave it to her> Then the moon ghost flew back up to the dark star lit night. She was looking at the dim reflection in the bucket full of water. The moon ghost faded and became one with the moon and sky.

Tuesday, 11 October 2016

Samantha's writing with Whaea Chris

The lights flickered and then went off, then the sirens started, it was coming, and we knew it wouldn’t be the last time. You could hear planes swooping down and gunshots everywhere. I was all alone trying to gather as much stuff in a suitcase as fast as I could. I couldn’t see very well my eyes were starting to get blurry and, I turned around smoke was everywhere, I started to cough...

And here is another story

Wrapped up warm against the icy fingers of dust, the caretaker closed the cemetery gates, who was watching him? I looked at the person, they were wearing a black jacket with the hood on than they had a paper mask covering their face and blue track pants, they had white shoes with some sort of red gooey stuff at the front at first I thought “That couldn’t be blood could it?”
I walked to my car to find that and a drip of blood running down my car door saying you're next...

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Sammy's narrative story 20/9

On a dark gloomy night. A little girl was reeling up an old raggedy bucket full of water. Then she heard a noise, she looked around but nothing was there except for the moon. She went back to reeling up the bucket, then another rustling noise again, she dropped the bucket in the well and had a closer look around then turned around to the well then a light appeared she quickly.

Redraft-On a dark gloomy night. A little girl was reeling up a old raggedy bucket full of water. Then she heard a noise, she turned to the noise nothing was there except for the moon. She went back to reeling the old bucket, then there was another noise but this time she was that shocked that she let go of the bucket “Splash” The bucket slammed onto the water.

There was no light she looked around the moon was gone.