WHAT HAPPENED OLIVIA?
I slowly walk towards the blackened house, alone and frightened.
The first thing I notice is the rickety doorbell jammed into the decaying wood. I reach my hand out to press it, but something tells me not to. I shrug and shake my head. Slowly I place my index finger onto the filthy button. Suddenly a shrill voice plays, “Hello there!”
Instantly the door creaks open and a strong gust of wind pushes me inside and slams the door behind me.
I walk across the creaky floorboards, then suddenly one snaps. I fall through the floor and everything goes black.
OLIVIA – YEAR 8
Hi Olivia,
What a spectacular piece of writing this week. It’s so very creepy! The vocabulary that you have used really sets the scene. Words like rickety, shrill, filthy and decaying paint a picture in the readers mind of what this house is like.
Keep up the fantastic writing.
Mrs Horan (Team 100WC, Morrinsville, New Zealand)
Thank you Mrs Horan. It was a fun piece to write and I spent a lot of time writing it.
Olivia Williams
Your story was amazing it was full of detail and expression I can’t believe you put so much detail with only 100 words I could picture this perfectly in my mind. I see a future writer in you.