The murder
I was standing at the bus station waiting, when I heard
the distinct yell of my friend, Max. Hurling towards him I heard another shout
but longer, “HELP MEEEEEEE!” BANG! It fell silent. I saw him laying. Laying as still
as a stone, he had blood dripping on one side of his pale body and on the other
side, water.
There
were two people leaning over the body, one with hands like ice and one with a pen.
I ran away like a torpedo gliding through the murky water thinking, who was it?…
oh my god poor max!!!!!!!!!!
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oh my poor max!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thats really good sean, i wonder what will happen next...
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness - what a gripping extract - I wonder who they are too! I'm sorry that you were too late to save him but also what had Max been involved in that meant he crossed paths with people who had guns?
ReplyDeleteYou have used some fantastic imagery/ vocabulary to create the tension showing a real skill with language - I really enjoyed reading this :-)
Keep posting, Mrs Ratcliffe (Team 100 WC)
Nice description Sean Spooky!
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