Friday, 8 March 2013

A 50 word story

A lonely moon hung in the midnight sky, barely lighting the ground below. Ben walked along the fog-frosted lane. A cold feeling occupied his body. He carried on. The air got closer but now it was stale and warm. He turned round. Death glared into his eyes. His heart stopped…     

By Grace (Yr6)
Posted by at
Labels: ,

3 comments:

  1. randomers18 March 2013 at 13:47

    Wow! Everyone's writing is amazing and I am pleased to hear that some people got into Keswick and others are on a waiting list. ( quite high up as well ) Keep it up, we love reading the stories and don't forget to read bob vila!
    Your old year 6's!

    ReplyDelete
  2. EnvironmentalCookie29 March 2013 at 22:04

    This is AMAZING!! What gave you the inspiration? Keep writing things like this Forbes!;) Well done!

    ReplyDelete
  3. JLS18 May 2013 at 19:31

    I was actually in the scene or I thought I was :-)

    ReplyDelete

Hi! Since you're here, why not leave a comment? It's always great to hear from you. (All comments are moderated before being published.)

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)