Sunday, 25 May 2014

Shared Writing

What we wrote as a class today:

I stared deep into the plain smoke filled sky and saw terrifying shadows of the creatures lung towards me. The leaves rustled as they flew over my head and knocked me to the ground. Suddenly they came closer to the ground and grabbed me by my wing and threw me as if I was a rag-doll. Terror swept through me as they took my ancient oaken pipe. When the creature put the pipe to his lips, the peaceful music turned to horrifying screeches. When they turned around to play the pipe,I made a dash for cover in the shadows of the thick vegetation.

1 comment:

  1. What a greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat bit of writing