JAMIE SMELLS MARMITE.
A strong smell was carried from the pantry, so I tiptoed over to the continually growing odour. It was emitting from a red-lined jar filled to the brim with what looked like black sticky tar. The front glowed with colour and said ‘Marmite’.
I questioned myself. It slipped off the shelf and then it was time to taste.
The goop swallowed up the knife like a hungry mouth and when yanked out, it revealed a repulsive bite. Slopped off the knife and shoved into my mouth, it had a taste like none other – it tasted like Vegemite gone horribly wrong!
Hi Jamie
What a wonderful 100WC you have written. You have used lots of interesting words to convey your story and to ensure the reader feels right in the middle of it all. Well done.
Mrs P (Team 100WC)
Wellington, New Zealand