Crying blood By Leah P
As I was walking towards the grave, I read the curly name : Florence Gills. My face dropped with shock. I looked at the writing underneath my name it read : your next. I ran back home screaming, I was terrified, truly terrified. I looked left then right but I couldn't see the gate leading back into my street. Slowly, the sky got darker. A ghost approached me with a frightening smile. "Why hello!" He whispered stroking my cheek. "I'm not afraid" I said even though I was. A tear rolled down my cheek. I was crying. Crying blood. Was I really...dead? To this day, I'm still standing there, crying blood.
20/10/2013 06:30:00 am
This is a very imaginative piece of writing Leah, a great response to the prompt. There was a lot of suspense and you created an atmosphere of terror, but I liked the way your main character tried to pretend that she was not scared. I was impressed by the ending sentence, it made me feel very scared for Florence.
23/10/2013 07:59:20 am
I really enjoyed your work because you used fantastic vocabulary.
24/10/2013 05:26:36 am
Well done Leah! The whole class are so proud of you. As I said on the blog, I love the mixture of short staccato sentences, repetition and questions which engage the reader and it rightly has its place on the Showcase alongside entries from Canada, Australia, America as well as around Britain.
24/10/2013 06:39:30 am
Well done leah a wonderfull 100 word challange.
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