Lighting Never Strikes Twice

Lighting Never Strikes Twice

WALT: use adjectives and similes to describe a setting clearly.

The sunny spots turned black then purple as the lighting lit up the night sky near above me. BOOM! The second the lighting was seen I could hear the thunder strike the blade of the windmill, it shook the whole building. My ears were ringing, I felt the ground shake below me. As soon as I open the door it felt like I had my head hanging out of a car window at 120 Kilometres per hour. it tor the door off, I dived back inside. I was scared to death as I heard the blades of the windmill creek and crackle. The window on the wall beside me SMASHED open, the ghastly winds rushed in and swirled around the room. There were crates of grain over in the corner, I dashed behind them and waited. I couldn’t remember how long it was until I woke up but when I did the sky black clouds broke open and the sun shined through.

To this day I still wonder if the thunder was
the loudest sound I’ve ever heard.

Descriptive Writing - Abandoned Places

At the moment in class we have been working on descriptive writing. We have been using pictures to give us ideas of what to write about. here is a piece of writing I did. 

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The Abandoned Sandy House

As I step in the building I have the feel and smell of Dehydration.

It looks old, but when I walk in one of the rooms I hesitate as a beam of light
shines on my face. I see the dust in the room. I touch the door frame with
ripped off door hinges then I notice the paint on the door is fairly new but lots
of moss on the walls, then I hear what sounds like a storm outside.
it was a sandstorm.

     

At first I had no Idea what it was until it came though the house
I got a shiver down my spine. It carried the sand like a storm picking up leaves.
The sand pile was rising fast and I got a grind feeling on my teeth as sand
on my face like a wave. I covered my face as the sand had risen about 3
centimetres up my body. The sandstorm started to calm down and speed away
like a person doing sprints at athletes.

Now the dust was worse as it had ever been before. I started to cough,
I was thinking that there was no point in yelling help because there was no
one available. Coughing again I thought at least the storm was over. I walked
forward not noticing my legs where buried in sand forcing my body forward,
I pulled my legs out and climbed over the sand passing the beam of light that
was starting to go dark. I climb out the door going on to the cracked footpath
looking behind me at the house saying out loud to myself
“That was an adventure”.