Wednesday, 15 April 2020

My writing flying high

Flying high

Whizzing through the cloudy brown sky, blowing wind into my soft skin. As I look back I can see a giant fan and my friend following me like I was their king. Suddenly a tiny brown, furry bear walked across the bright green grass.  Tons of paperwork crashed into my face, and what came with it was even worse: it was adults!

As we all know adults are super boring, so straight away the boring adults started to roar at us, it was so loud it almost made us deaf. Right after we got the message they wanted us to stop and be quiet and we all knew what that meant: we had to go home and study math!

So I started to fly, fly as fast as I could go in my little brown box. Everything was a blur, all I could hear was my friends screaming at me to "fly harder" and ‘’they are right behind you’’. I should have listened because almost two minutes after an old lady pulled my leg and pulled me down to the ground.

I woke up not knowing where I was, it was all blurry. Once I got my sight back I looked around for my friend but I could not see anyone except a blue wall. As I turned back around I bumped into an old lady steering right at me with a mean look on her face. Then she pulled my little ear to the kitchen table and went away. I had hoped that she would bring toys for me to play with but she didn't.

So all I did for the rest of the day was looking out the boring window only to see a hill it wasn't even a good looking hill it was brown and had no grass no trees no nothing! So I tried to fall asleep and it worked after flying for so long I fell right to sleep. Two hours later I woke up in the same place as I was before, the kitchen table, I got up when I went outside. There was the same old lady but with a kind look on her face. Then she gave me a worn down box. I know what that meant, it meant I could fly once again.

So I went up a little old hill, sat in my box and started to float into the sky. I leant forward and whizzed through the air and following me were all my friends and the same old mean lady but instead of chasing us she came and pretended to play with us. I was so busy looking back, I did not notice the old lady instead of playing, she was chasing us with her thick wooden stick. We barely made it out alive, and now from this day, our families have been in a mega war ever since.

1 comment:

  1. Kia ora Salamasina. I really enjoyed reading your short story. You chose descriptive words which helped me, the reader, imagine being there in the plane with your character. Well done! I popped in and edited a few things for you, using the pencil. You can do this also, once you have published. Remember to use a new paragraph for new ideas in your story. Take a look at how I helped you to do this and try grouping all your new ideas into paragraphs in your next piece of writing. Awesome work!

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