Wednesday, 11 May 2016

The snow storm

The wind banged on my door as if it was expecting me to open it. I didn't dare to. Instead I hid under my duvet. The cold snow fluttered down but pounded on the roof, echoing against the rafters. Peering through the blinds, the ice cold storm, stared at me with his red raging eyes. The snow continued to fall.

By Jess L.
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous12 May 2016 at 14:55

    I like your personification and descriptive writing it's really cool.
    Lucy

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  2. Anonymous15 May 2016 at 23:15

    Fantastic personification Jess! I like the way you have used a mixture of short and long sentences to give your writing flow. I especially like the sentence "I didn't dare to" - that made me really engaged and feel your nervousness. Keep it up!

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