Writers' Craft Week 6
He paused in midair like a stop-action TV shot and turned, almost losing balance, to face the questioner, who was sitting on the fence nearest the old Perkins place, dangling bare brown legs. The person had jaggedy brown hair cut close to its face and wore one those blue undershirt like tops with faded jeans cut off above the knees. He couldn't honestly tell whether it was a girl or a boy.
Patterson's Bridge to Terabithia continues to provide food for thought. How does a writer develop character and suspense at the same time? 5M give it a go.
6/3/2014 02:34:38 am
Beep Beep Beep argh! Beep Beep Beep BAM! My hand hits the alarm clock off. I slide back into my warm snuggle bed I wrap myself like a cacoon and slowly fall asleep, In my magical dream I was cat woman fighting crime. My sharp claws dig into the opponent's face then BAM! POW! KABOOM! The fight is over. I hear heavy rain outside my window I say to myself "we'll netball is going to be called off". I grab my iPad and play flappy bird "yes new high score" I yell probably waking everyone up in the house. I finally get out of bed,walk down the stairs with my feet dragging behind me. I thought this is going to be a long day
Jadey is awaone
7/3/2014 04:40:40 am
28-29 there way.We have to win.There is 2:00on the clock.Come on JJ.10-9-8.What do I do!I am at the 3 ponit line!I shot a bucket shot.
7/3/2014 04:40:56 am
Taker and Cena are both tired, The Undertaker is going for the chokeslam! Cena counters it! He picks up The Deadman, AA Takers in the air Additude Adjustment... he hit it! 1,2.3 "ding ding ding" Its all over Cenas the new World Heavyweight Champion, What a match in Wrestlemania XXX!!!!
7/3/2014 04:50:44 am
The thumping of feet running of stage. Mia's hands where sweating and her heart was jumping out of her skin. She walked on stage in the pitch black. Mia heard her parents calling out her name. Then the bright lights turned on and the music boomed. Mia danced and danced until if was over. She ran of stage so happy of her self. "I couldn't of done any better." It was time for the awards. Mia was so exited. The dance teachers where about to call out dancer of the year. Was she, could she, would she be the one? Dancer of the year goes to........
7/3/2014 06:13:44 am
that was really good jess i like how you discribe it
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