Monday, August 16, 2010

My narritive

There was a slight breeze as Annie stood at her door. Her windows were wide open and her curtains were gently blowing in the breeze. There was a sound of laughter and music playing Annie turned around and smelled her mums baking.
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  1. Room 09September 22, 2010 at 12:52 AM

    This is a great piece of descriptive writing Alisha. I can really see and feel what you have written as a vivid picture.

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  2. chaseNovember 10, 2010 at 12:18 PM

    I can hear the light breeze and I can smell her mums cooking

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