I walked towards the wooden door wondering what horrors would be behind it Reaching out I grabbed the rusty door handle. Then slowly pushed the door open it made a loud creaking noise as it opened I closed my eyes wishing this was all a dream and I could just wake up from. Then I opened my eyes and tripped over and the door hit me in the face and knocked me over I got up. And looked around and all there was another door was puzzled so I went ahead and opened the door. The next room was pitch black something gave a tug on my leg I screamed for help but then remembered no one would hear someone shouting for help 200 meters down underground. Then the thing put me down and ran off I got up and walked into something hard ow! it looked like a door. It was to dark to tell really I tried to open it it opened and then I was in a room even darker. Suddenly the door slammed and hit me in the side I stumbled back into a hole I screamed as I fell even deeper underground so this is what it feels like to die I thought...
Tuesday, 31 October 2017
Thursday, 27 July 2017
Thursday, 22 June 2017
The salty water splashes repeatedly against the wet slimy rocks. People jump off the slippery wet wharf, all the fish swim around in a circling motion, the tall wooden posts stand still in the wet rain. A trees leaves slowly blow off in the strong wind. A dog sniffs a bin near by, pulling its lead. The dark menacing sky full of black thunder clouds. Everything slows down the fish stop, the people at the wharf stop, the rain slows down, everything is quiet it's like time has slowed down nothing matters at that moment apart from that everything is slow and peaceful.
Sunday, 11 June 2017
Kaiteriteri was usual enough; It had a beach, a playground, a bridge, a lolly shop, and even a mountain bike track I never went to. My sister and I did what kids do - played in the sand dunes, swam in the sea, built sand castles, dozed on the hot sandy beach, buried each other in the sand, kayaked in the warm water, biked around the campsite, doing nothing important.
Friday, 12 May 2017
Swimming by Jack Rawlings
It was a cold cloudy day but not enough for it to rain. I was sitting on our couch when I started getting a little bored. And then I had an idea - I could go for a swim. But when I looked outside, it was pouring down. ‘There's no way i'm going swimming out there,’ I thought. But part of me wanted to go out there, so I decided that I would go out for a swim.
I went to get changed into my togs. They were soggy and wet, and not very comfortable. I knew it was going to be cold so I slowly advanced towards the pool. At that moment, a leaf slowly drifted down like a helicopter (except a lot quieter), and landed in the water with a noise so quiet you could hardly hear it. It was creating small ripples in the water.
Suddenly I slipped and fell right into the water. It was freezing. I tried to swim to the edge but the water wouldn't give in yet. I fought back. Everything was no longer quiet and peaceful. The water was like a big, angry beast that had been woken up.
Eventually I managed to swim to the side and climb out. I ran inside and burst through the front door and to our fire. I felt like it was the only thing that could warm me up.