There is a Bird, a White Bird. He sits at the bottom of the Stairs. The Stairs lead up to the sky, and beyond. Where they finish, no one knows.
Then, suddenly, the Bird flies up, He lands on the Stairs. He then begins to do a curious thing: he begins to eat the flowers that border the Stairs. He starts to transform. You see, these flowers hold a certain virtue, to make the eater transform into whatever form they deem to be beautiful. This White Bird was once a White Pigeon. He transformed into a Dove, and flew off up the stairs.
By Ryan B
it was a good story
ReplyDeleteWell done Ryan, I really like your story. You have used the prompt very well. Your story is very imaginative. You have used some great vocabulary and some great descriptions. Well done, keep up the great work.
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This is a good piece of writing Ryan. You used great descriptive language here. I would like to see how you could describe the stairs in all their beauty.... Mrs P
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