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Room 8's Wintery Writing

Katy Fitzgerald —

In Room 8 we are getting ready to write some legends. We have started by thinking about how to describe the setting. Here are some examples of our writing based on this picture.

I hear birds scuttering away and fluttering from branch to branch. A squirrel gathering acorns and scurrying up to a hole in a tree. The hole was dark but probably where he and his family live. My feet tingled with every step. Crack! I snapped a twig. Phew! My heart was pounding in my chest. I thought someone else had snapped the twig but no, just me. Bum, boom, bum, boom. My heart was racing so fast. I'd been so nervous about nothing. Snap! Maybe not... - Johanna

As I wander through the lonely woods I hear my feet crunching through the white snow. I hear a wonderful waterfall nearby. I can also hear someone walking their dog behind me. I hear wind howling and now it's making me cold. I hear bikes zooming past on the track next to me - Riley

You could hear the birds chirping in the early morning sunlight. The snow crumbled underneath my feet as I strolled across it. I was lonely out there, which made it calming. As the wind picked up you could hear the snow falling in between the trees - Noah

Chirp chirp. The birds chirped amongst themselves. Crunch crunch. My snow dusted boots crunched through the snow, drowning out almost all of the noise. The branches waved slightly with the wind, making an eerie noise - Nate

I can see foot marks in the snow. I can hear rustling of the leaves and see scratches on the trees. Snow flakes come from the sky. I can hear an animal like a wolf - Issac

I could hear the wind shaking the trees. Whoosh! I could hear the snow cracking under my frozen feet. Crack crack crack! I heard the solemn sounds coming from the sparrows. Cheep cheep! My stomach starts to rumble - Claudia

It's cold. My hairs are standing up. Birds are tweeting, leaves are swooshing. I hear wolves. I run. My breath is pounding. The crunchy snow is in the wood. I hear a roll. Where are you? I run like the wind as fast as I can. The rolling gets closer and closer - Tyla