Descriptive Writing: The Dark Hole

As I walk closer to an unfamiliar part of the garden, the scent of the flowers change to the smell of burnt pieces of bark and the flower petals go grey. Suddenly the ground beneath me vanishes. The next thing I know, I am falling down a dark hole. I open my mouth to scream but stale air fills my mouth. I feel books bashing my body as I fall faster and faster. Small noises of books opening and closing rush past my ears.

The force of me falling is so strong I can hear the whooshing of the wind. As I fall the things above me and on land get smaller. A beam of light from above shines on the dusty books. My hair is tangling around my face. Cold wind fills my nose. My mouth opens to scream again and as I yelp an icy breeze fills my lungs. Confusion fills my brain but curiosity is wandering around my head as well.

I start to fall faster.¨AHHH!¨ The echoes of my scream fill the dark rabbit hole. Water drops fill my eyes and as I cry they.. float to the top? The smell of rotting wood flies around the hole. I am feeling so petrified I can taste my own fear. This will definitely traumatise me for the rest of my life.

Karaitiana Year 6