I find myself looking up at
an almost endless flight of stairs, the stairs were old and looked as if they
had never been used.
The stairs had a thick
layer of green slime coating them, the rot had set deep and they were littered with
holes.
As I head back I watch all
of the crisp honey golden leaves as they flutter down like a butterfly and land
on the moist crumbly soil. But then! Something wakes me up from my graceful
day dream, I hear a rustle in the bushes shhh shhh, rustle rustle.
Roarrrrrrrr! Aaaaaaaaaaa. I run.
Awesome effort Jayden. One hundred words exactly. I like the words you have used - you certainly helped paint a picture in my mind. I particularly like the line "flutter down like a butterfly" great simile. I wonder what was in the bushes???
ReplyDeleteyah jayden I agree with ms fraser I liked the simile you used in your paragraph
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