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Beneath The Sea

BANG! All of a sudden I had been dragged down to the bottom of the sea. I tried swimming upwards but my leg was caught under a rock, and I was losing my breath. I can see the bright sun looking down at me through the clear water. It is  shining upon the sea like a reflection. I could finally move my leg again. I swam to the top of the sea, suffocating inside while my heart was racing. I am still having trouble breathing, but I knew I had to give it my all to reach the top.

I reached the top and felt like I almost died. I tried calling for help but land was a mile away and my phone was broken from the fresh, salty sea. I was stranded and alone until in the corner of my eye I saw this giant red helicopter. My eyes were keeping contact with it as I was struggling to keep floating in the water. I started sinking to the bottom of the sea again. I saw a plank of wood so I quickly grabbed it before I drowned. I jumped onto it, waved my arms, and screamed for help.

Someone peeked down at me and saw me while  I was screaming. A hoist dropped down into the sea as I swam closer to it. It grabbed me like a claw machine. I was then lifted up high above the sea. I’m tragically gulping for air to breathe. I didn’t know how long I was out there. It felt like a day or maybe a week.

Yesterday Mrs Anderson's writing group had 5 minutes to write a story about the picture above.We had to partner up and sit back to back. We had to plan for 10 minutes and then write for 5 minutes. 

15 Minute Buddy Writing

LI: To use the 5 senses and personification to help us paint a picture with words.

I wake up and all I hear is something calling me and pulling me closer to it. I follow the voice and it leads me to a dark place in the middle of nowhere. It's sticky and smelly. Everytime I go up facing the blue sky I feel this slimy thing oozing off the side of me as I plop back down. I call for help but no-one is around. So I ask my twin brother but he is daydreaming. I go faster swishing through the mud and out i go. I can see and I can now feel the wind blowing softly on my face, but suddenly drop straight back down bruising my soul. I think to myself “Is this the end of me”. For sure I know we’ll be home soon. But no, the giant finds a colosas hill and sprints forward as I moan all the way through. As each stomp I take I feel my spine breaking apart. We are finally out and heading home. We arrive back home all wet, sticky and muddy. Then thrown down the stairs, out the door and right into the bin. Just sitting there as more things were thrown in the bin. I felt like a pile of trash.