NOW JAMES IS WRITING ABOUT OWLS TOO.
The deafening screams echoed through the cold night as I sit there in my tent and slowly fall asleep listening to the screams of the owls in the distant trees.
I wake up in the morning to the cold winter breeze. I step out of my tent, as my feet hit the cold frosty ground, I step back with a sharp chill in my toes.
I get dressed and go looking for the mystical owl that I heard so late in the night. I can hear the screeching of the owlets high above as I walk through the frosty grass.
JAMES – YEAR 8
Wow!! Fab writing James!! Sounds like it is very cold 🥶
Dear James,
I loved your descriptive word use in the story. This story reminded me of the book, Owl Moon, when the little girl and her dad were looking for an owl on a frosty night.
Sincerely Julia
Hi James! I loved your description! It sounds like it’s freezing, Great story!
Nice story James!
I liked how you described how cold it was, and the screeching of the owls. Great story!