100WC
The Window

I sat down on the fluffy carpet and peered out of the dusty window. It looked like something or someone was thrashing against the window. I squinted trying to make out the fuzzy shape. It seemed to be slowly clambering up the drainpipe but it wasn’t succeeding (the weather was extremely bad) the violent storm was clashing with everything in its path. I slowly pulled myself up and walked across the candle lit room. Then with my fingers I edged closer and closer towards the window. I pulled the rusted latch and ripped the window open. Suddenly there was a flash, bang and scream!

By Evie Richardson (Year 5)