Kia ora
This week we have been learning how to describe a place better by using ideas from our senses. We had to choose a picture and then describe it.
Black Horror
The black trees are like dark, twisty shadows.
The path smells like a humongous dead possum.
The grass felt as slimy as spit.
I was shivering when the coldness was crawling up my back.
The birds were whispering to me in the never ending fog.
By Alexander Broughton
Super spooky and effective writing, Alex. I really like your first line because it totally suits the picture.
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