Monday, 16 March 2015

MY QUICK RIGHT

S.S.W
A light crackle whisked through my ear, a cold hard which lay crucially attached to the rusted lump,  of which I called my head. The faint glimpse of golden light that shone had somehow managed to squeeze between the twisted arms of the trees, which had now reached to burn the cool tin of my feet.  My knees let out a groan as I leaped to another large cluster of faded leaves.  Then without notice a disturbing wreath  of crept up into the sky, forming a pale line of smoke rising above the trees, it was the smell of fear, the smell of danger!


MY GOAL:
My goal was to to use personification so that more vividly when needed, I think I used a piece of personification when I described the sunlight squeezing between the branches of the trees.

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