So as she lifted the lid of the attic trapdoor she
peered through and saw dark shapes that looked like a robot, but when she
turned the light on all they where were filled boxes. It smelled like damp wood, the floor creaked
when she took a step. Then she saw
something odd, one white crate that said ‘do not open this’. She was so curious, she pushed hard and
opened the crate. All that was in it was
a jar. She slowly put her hand in, the
jar felt sticky and slimy like an eel. She pulled her hand out quickly in shock
and then laughed, it was only jam.
By Blake
Blake,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your story this week. I especially liked your final few sentences as they end your writing well; and it was a happy ending. You have thought carefully about your word choices and sentence starters.
Keep on writing.
Mrs Mac (Team 100) Sydney