100 Word Challenge
It was a dark misty night when we had the funeral. You see Mary Jones had died one week ago and this was her ceremony. Why am I here you ask? Well Mary is related to me so I thought I'd come along despite the fact I don't like her. Her and her dark crimson face. As they lowered her into her grave suddenly a man came screaming run for your life's. I didn't want to turn out like mary so I did. I ran. I ran frantically. Suddenly everyone was falling to the ground. Then it all went silent.
Tuesday, 1 May 2018
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Perhaps you could try explain a bit more because we didn't know why everyone was dying why they were running.
ReplyDeleteTo improve your writing next time try making sure that you check you have all the criteria such as screaming it's meant to be shouted
ReplyDeleteI really liked your writing because because of the mystery you don't know what what you are running for its really mysterious.