SC: I can use my senses to create vivid sentences. I can use similes, metaphors and personifications in my writing.
Class: Room 16
Year: 5&6
Age: 9-10 year olds
My heart is pounding, trying to jump out of my chest. I could feel someone’s presence as I walked past the creepy house. Eyes stare into my soul, reading my secrets. Anxiety crawls up my neck, choking me. Empty streets surround me, screeching noises. Boom, crash! Boom, crash! Doors slam in the distance. A man stands in the dark, watching. Waiting. My heart starts pounding. Broken bottles and used cigarettes litter the ground. Rats squirm around the already flooding street. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. The noise from the broken drainpipes gives me goosebumps. I reached out to touch it, but it wasn’t water. It was blood. The smell irritates me and I turn away. I hear fans whirling as the deafening screeches of cats fills the air. Police sirens go past, then a shadow appears and disappears into the dark night. I stand. Alone. My feet shake. My mouth is dry and I cannot speak. Fear creeps closer and closer. Something or someone was still watching me.
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