Week 8 Journal Entries ....as they turned the corner... Please read and leave a comment.

She ran down the corridor at full speed not daring to look behind her. She could hear the morbid whispering running along the wall like cockroaches, making her feel dizzy. She knew that she shouldn’t have hidden in the Ravens Run Inn. But right now that didn’t matter. She just had to make it out alive. It was a nightmare, as she turned the corner she froze. Nightmares,  hundreds of them. Creepy pitch black eyed horses, flaming at the feet. It only took her a minute to realise that they were charging at her. This was the end of Little Mary Jane.

Mitchel
 
It was a nice Sunday evening when a storm swept the orange and purple dream away. It started to rain. It sounded like tins  were being hit by water. As they turned the corner (Alex, Ben, Mum and Charlie) said it was time to go home. As mum spoke a lash of thunder hit the ground. I sprinted towards them as the emu berry blue coloured leaves rustled in the wind. We returned home and the storm swept north and the sunset faded away. The gum trees swayed in the breeze as I looked out my window. . . maybe tommorrow I thought.

Anna

BANG! A bomb went off. As they turned the corner everyone knew it was them. By then they ran away with it. Everyone was still looking for them on Thursday and Friday but still couldn't find them. No sign ofthem  on Saturday either. Yesterday we found them and threw them in jail.

Michelle