Through the past week we have been learning to write descriptive texts, this mine.
I enjoyed describing the monster in my story.
One day she had woken up about a terrifying monster. She was relieved it was only a dream. She was tired as a hibernating bear in the winter.
Not wanting to get up as it was a weekend but reluctantly she turned over and was about to get up but fell off her bed and landed on one of her trophy's she got from hockey. "owwww!" She yelped in her high-pitched voice as a sharp pain pierced her side. It looked like a bomb had exploded in her room. To be specific a clothes bomb. It had been a strange week. There were growls coming from somewhere every night. She suspected it was just a dog.
As she was getting up she tripped over a box with something heavy inside...
And then she saw it a MONSTER!!! There was white foam dripping from his mouth which distinctively said that he was hungry. He was tall and lanky with dirty yellow fingernails. He had yellow fur which didn't stand out with his yellow fingernails as well as cold beetle black eyes which were bulging.
She tried to scream to scream but nothing came out. She was paralyzed with fear.
"Hello." He said in a hollow voice. "H-h-hello." She replied, trembling as she spoke.
"H-how are you?" She asked.
"Fine thanks." He said. His sharp teeth shone and slimy drippy saliva showed in the little daylight shining through the curtains. "Nice to eat- oops- meet you." He said.
Suddenly Sophie dashed hastily out of the room calling for her father.
Sophie wasn't somebody who lied so he ran in and the monster had vanished.
"Stupid child. What rubbish." He said and left muttering something about nonsense and young people these days.
Sophie never saw the monster again.
What do you think happened to the monster?
Please leave a comment and thanks for reading.
