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The Storm
The house shook viciously. My legs trembled like bulls ready to charge. There was a shattered mirror lying next to me. I picked a piece of the mirror up my face was all wet and blotchy from crying. I stroked the sharp edge of the mirror. The violent storm was like a murderer, it had killed the only thing I had left, my mum. The storm had calmed down by now, but I had just remembered my dog Billy, ‘’Billy Billy”, I called. I raced outside and Billy was standing there panting. ’’Here Billy’’, I started running, we weren’t safe anymore.
By Samantha Woolley (Year 5)
Hello Samantha,
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad piece of writing! I was shocked by the devastation caused by the storm. Your simile of the storm was excellent, saying it was like a murderer.
As a person who always likes a happy ending, I felt rather relieved to find out that the dog was alive at least!
Thank you for sharing your writing.
Mrs Rowland ( team 100wc)
What a tragic, but very graphic story Sam
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