Weekly Sheet: Term Three, Week Seven

Jono's Descriptive Writing

The alien stood there pleased with the work he had done. His battle armour gleaming in the moonlight, shafts of serrated stone reaching to the sky like a dying man. The soft breeze whispered in his ear, the deep blue sky is a blanket being pulled over the once light world. His gun humming from the pernicious war. The dust scattered over the lifeless bodies and torrents of blood are oozing through every nook and cranny like scared animals running for cover. He is the destroyer. 

Kayla's Descriptive Writing

The snow licked the bare trees, that crooked left and right like a bony hand. The ice crackled over the lake as the tangerine sunrise crept over the hills. The snow is like a field of cotton landing on the rocky terrain. Birds awakened the world with the sweet sound of chirping, that enlightened the cold heavy breeze. Smells of casserole and warming soups surrounded the small yellow cottage. Water dripped down the side of the house and landed on the fluffy snow with a quiet plonk. The trees squirmed wildly like worms and a brown leaf fell from a frost bitten plant, and its branches bowed down as if to say, “Don’t worry spring's on its way."

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