His lonely sad eyes are lit up by the shimmering moon as he searches the dark shadows. Cotton wool clouds silently dance in the sky behind his almond shaped head, lighting up his top tuft like an antennae. He doesn't know what he's searching for but, a strong pull forces his feet to move and creases a wrinkle in his brow.
Allana
This is the writing blog of Team Endeavour - a group of 8 - 10 year olds at Springston School. The posts might not be perfect when they first go on the blog but with your comments and as we improve our editing - there should be a huge improvement.
Allana
ReplyDeleteWe like your magical words cotton wool clouds. Your story was awsome because it has lots of good words init.
From Bella, Est'ee and Harrit.