It is night … The orange street lights reflected on the dark, shiny, wet road. The shadows were as black as a bandit’s cloak. The rain was banging on the pavements. Bang, bang, bang, bang. The broken ladder panted in the middle of the road. One lonely house just standing there. Bushes surrounding the miser bull house. A traffic island in the centre of the bible black road. A sodium orange, street light painted the leaves. A couple of road signs, here and there. Road markings and an obscure grid. The wind is weeping, over the top of my head.
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A very nice piece of work Tegan. I love the way you describe the setting.
Tegan I am wowed! I had to read your piece out loud because it is so vivid and so poetic. Here are a few parts I really loved: analogies like “bible black road” and “the wind is weeping”, as well as the sentence with only “bang” written four times – great writing! Very nice work, keep up the wonderful writing.
This is wonderful Tegan I am so proud of you well done. xx
A very emotive piece. The Library team have really enjoyed reading it. Well done.
Tegan I love your writing! It’s brilliant how you described the light painting the leaves and the bandit’s cloak shadows. You have a fantastic imagination and are a talented writer. Well done!
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Well done Tegan! very nicely written 🙂
Wow! What a fantastic piece of writing. Extremely imaginative – I could envision the street and feel the atmosphere of the scene. Absolutely brilliant. Keep up the great writing!