Tuesday, 31 July 2018

100WCT3W2 Harry

Clumsily i stumble into my plain brown boarded room in my mountain shack. It had been raining all morning, the journey  was always a treacherous one to get to the toilet outside. My little shack merely a pimple on the gargantuan white coated beast towering over Aotearoa. "Time to light the fire." I mutter. Just as i pick up the wood and kindling a fearsome roar echoes throughout the torn landscape. Dropping the wood i rush petrified over to the rifle cabinet but stop in my tracks. Suddenly a gastly beast reaches through the roof. I am plucked and devoured.
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  1. Anonymous7 August 2018 at 15:08

    I loved the description you put into this story, I would just capitalise some of the I's. Otherwise it was great.

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  2. Anonymous12 August 2018 at 18:44

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    1. Anonymous12 August 2018 at 18:45

      I enjoyed the descriptive language used. I would, just like Ashleigh suggested, To go ahead and capitalise some of the I's in the story. And maybe some Punctuation.

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