It was night …
The radiant, fluorescent, tangerine coloured street lights reflected on the wet road like orange squash on the floor. Drumming, rain pouring from the crow black, moonless sky making a beat. Dark, shadows lingering around the streets like a gang of criminals. A lonely house in hiding amongst the dark green hedges. Giant trees hunching, miniature grass blades standing tall like soldiers at attention. The grid is a brass door leading to a subterranean land where pixies laugh and fairies play games, where pirates fight and steal golden treasure.
Class 11's Blog 
I like your simile about the orange squash spilt on the floor.
nice piece of writing Leon well done
This is very AMAZING LEAN good job-sammi
Leon,
Thank you for your fabulous 100WC this week. What interesting description you have used. I especially liked the different sentence starts, similes and metaphors. I really got a sense of what it looked like. A super setting for your writing. Well done! I look forward to reading more from you.
Mrs McG (Team 100WC)
Derbyshire, England
loved it do another brilliant one