The
Monster
Unaware of what lay
ahead. I stopped, breathing fast. I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER GET OUT, NEVER see my
parents and eventually DIE! Still using (my now covered in slime) hands, I
prayed that someone would hear my crying voice however large this cave was. Isolated,
in this eerie cave, my heart pounding, I felt as if someone had walked over my
grave! Dark black figures watching my every move. Is this a dream? In this
gloomy calamity, I awaited my unforgettable death. Flashbacks reminding me of
the good times but then a tenacious sound disrupted me.
Jumping I dared not
to look behind as I realised death was close! Running would just make the
creature more angry so I lay down and let the creature take me…
very good vocabulary used and your letter sounds very good.
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