This picture is scary, creepy, it is like green paradise, haunted, dangerous, skeletonis horrible then ever before.
The cold wind lurks around you. As well as that the freezing cold water is as still as a statue. The eyes of the trees hunt you where ever you go. The leaves are as sharp as knives. The sun gazes upon you blinding you were ever you look. The branches reach towards the blue sky. The clouds slowly drift themselves across your head moving forwards. Standing in the middle of the stream is the fearsome ferocious giant made out of hard wood. The stranger hiding behind the tall tree with a bow and arrow objective is to destroy the gigantic giant. The top of the arrow is sharper then a knife. The clothes of the stranger are dirty dark and dreadful.
- Describe as if you are the boy in the scene, that is hiding behind the huge tree, giving details of what he sees and what he is feeling. - Describe from the monster points of you. Using speech to show his words, what he feels and why he is there and what he looking for.- Describe from someone outside of the picture. What he sees and ask question like: Why is the monster looking for the boy? perhaps you answer it too.- Describe the setting of the scene.prisha
SALEHI think this picture is very bright and clear. I think it is about an ancient worrier that hunts a poor fragile animal an the mean gigantic monster took now he is hiding from it.
As I walk through the tall towering trees,I can see the green grass covering the ground. The stick man walking through the endless river , the river making circles as the sick man walks through. The sun blazing down bring light to the forest .The stick man is thin as a pencils and mysterious as a haunted house.I can smell the clean air round me.The trees covering the forest with it leaves. By Kiran
(THIS HAS BEEN WRITTEN IN FIRST PERSON AS THE MAN HIDING BEHIND THE TREE)The plants prick me as I stagger past them, my boots sticking to the mud, refusing to budge until I put in a lot of time and effort. The only source of light is the Sun, beating down on, not only the forest, but all of the dangerous creatures lurking inside it. The fierce wind is the only reason I carry on, for if it hadn't been there, I would have been deeper in the forest. As I venture around, I come to an abrupt stop and hide behind the broadest tree there is within a one metre radius. It seems to stare at me with its empty, hollow eyes as it waves it long, spindly arms, pacing itself with the wind. They arch over a river, like a cave. The river is filled with murky, green water, flowing in the way rivers do, but it isn't that which stops me. Crouching in front of me is a stick insect, only it wasn't insect size; it is about 50 times my size, definitely larger than the tallest tree there, and is literally skeletal. With scales the colour of the sea, it creeps up the river without a care in the world. Its malevolent eyes search around itself, but seem to find nothing. Nothing at all.
From Lars: The water gently flows down the diamond river and surpasses the humongous, chocolate, ancient and threatening Tree Monster. There is a tiny, skeletal and young hunter,he has a tattered cloth shirt and a ripped trouser, he tries to stay out of sight so the Tree Monster doesn't find him. The wind inconsiderately interrupts the peaceful state of the endless forest and wakes the sleepy birds from their night sleep. The sky smells fresh and is as clear as the sea, the grass looks like millions of peas and feels like heaven.
As I walk up the damp,muddy and eerie forest and I hear the gentle ripples of the clear cobalt stream calmly running around the bank.Until I see the most horrific sight glazed by the sweltering sun hidden by the swift and clueless leaves holding their horses onto the branch.There is a little sway in the tree I could see the heroic person in gale wood but the most brave as he was fighting the gruelling monster that was as big as the hulk, as scary as a death angel. If you looked closely you could see how frightened by the sharp,jagged and poisonous tipped arrows were. You could hear the petrified birds flapping for their dear lives.When you felt the monster he was smooth and shaken.
Me and The Stickbeast giant !!!As I walk beside the glittering river I hear SPLASH!!! SPLASH!!!I hide behind the skyscraper heighted tree and as I did I got a glimpse at the tall, armoured stickbeast holding a soggy, tore and battered empty old bag. It turned with a creek like an old door. I was full of fear but I knew I need to walk past this towered fearless stickbeast with bravery.
As I stood beneath the canopy of towering trees, I could feel the dismal sensation that spooked my nerves. Dreary and dull, miserable and sodden, the forest scene kept me alert and on guard. A trickle of a stream tore the two sides apart, the stagnant water being a part of the solitary silence.The trees closed in on me, my heart's pace quickened as i was forced by fear to step further out of the shadows. And then, I saw it! The anonymous, robot-like (wooden, however) structure stood motionless in the water.The water showed familiarisation to it as it did not dodge it as if it were an obstacle, but surrounded it as if it were only too aware of it's presence. I felt as any minuscule object would at the time; the figure was colossal. Larger than the trees, beyond ten times as high as me, taller than everything. It stuck out like a vibrant, lively flower in a barren landscape. Its shape was formed out of wooden carvings and the designs were of perfection.Or so it would have been in a museum or art gallery with a few additional chippings of wood from the protruding logs. In the heat of the place,also in fear of what I had seen, I slowly began to feel my vision blurring. The humidity getting to me, I could bear it no longer; I gave in to my mind, my heart.I let my fall, collapse in a heap on the forest floor. I had lost control of my actions, my doings and lay unconscious on the ground. The soil was stiff, a rock of a ground.I felt a pair of frail legs - or at least that was what I thought they were- walk over my fingers that lay strewn across the floor. A shiver ran up my spine.My blood, ran cold.
This is a absolutely wonderful piece of literature Arohi! I really love the use of short sentences and the imagery created by your rich vocabulary- well done!
Arohi, this is amazing presise vocabulary! Well done!!
Trekking through the impenetrable marshes, I came to a sudden halt. A murky stream meandered through bisecting the whole forest. The only sound that broke the eerie silence was the mild chirruping of the crickets. All of a sudden, they stopped too. Time stood still. I heard an ominously low rumble, like an earthquake. A colossal spiny creature leisurely emerged from the deep. It had a wooden exo-skeleton, and had spikes jutting up from its bony back. The beast growled portentously, seeming to emphasize its undisputed ownership of the forest. Its inflexible joints made a very high-frequency sound as it turned to glare at me. It stampeded down, each step mildly shaking the ground. I ran. I ran for all my life was worth. I sped past the labyrinthine network of moss and fungi, which engulfed the banks. Then, I felt something hit my shin. I was falling, falling through the air. I felt my face hit the ground. The pain from the impact was excruciating, and through my blurred vision, everything seemed surreal, but I could not care less. I was slipping in and out of consciousness, catching glimpses of the grotesque monster closing in on me, like a mythical predator, holding in its gigantic bony palm, an animal with a fatal arrow embedded in its body. My life was in peril; all was lost.
This is awesome! being in year 3, you are probably the best writer I know! You are very good at writing
I love your use of short sentences to build up the suspense and drama Ishaan! This is absolutely brilliant! I am very impressed.
Thank you Mr Troy.