Wai 2 have been using their creativity during writing time to become authors of descriptive pieces.

Enjoy some work from some of the students in Wai 2 from this week. 

Snowy Ranges

I can feel the cold deep snow under my feet.The cold wind blowing like a howling wolf. I feel cold and scared of the creatures that lurk before me. There are tall snowy ranges going on for miles. A giant thunderstorm had just blown over and the sky turned from pitch black to lush blue. Puffy marshmallow white clouds floated by.

Written by Cameron McCord

Noises of the Forest

Everywhere I look, I see trees with trunks as brown as dirt and leaves as green as grass. With the sun poking through the pine trees. I hear the birds singing peacefully, but oh no a GROWL in the distance. Luckily, the sound of howling wind and leaves rustling together covered the growl. I feel the freezing, ice cold, and howling wind as it passes by. “I'm scared!” I say, there's no one around . . .

Written by Indie-Rose Nicholson

Californian Redwoods

As I looked outside I saw the blazing sun which blinded me. The gigantic trees were as tall as the sky tower. I stepped outside, I felt the cold wind blowing on my cheeks, and the bumps on the trees as I walked past. As I was walking I heard the sound of autumn leaves crunching below my feet. As I started walking further into the forest I started to hear the sound of birds happily singing. As I kept walking I saw a tree slightly tilting to the right. The ground was covered with beautiful lush green ferns. I saw tiny bits of light blue sky peeking through the Californian Redwood trees.

Written by Maya Sutcliffe

The Forest

The beautiful forest sunshine was blinding my eyes as it began to set. I saw millions of ferns line the forest floor, as I walked through with my bare feet. They tickled my feet. I was really tired as the orange sun and blue sky set together. The rough bark on the trees stuck out, with birds happily singing above on the branches. I whispered “Wow this is indescribably beautiful.” I felt free. The warm breeze was blowing through my hair and whispered as sweet as sugar. I wished I could stay out there forever. I couldn't get enough. The beauty has only just begun.

Written by Isla-Mae