Here is my temple run paragraph(Climax) which I had to do whilst doing Slow Writing.
He could hear the wall’s crumbling and could see the golden idol but could smell damp and wet dog.Slow,Cooling,Breezing wind blew on his face. Slowly, he reached for the idol. As he pulled the golden idol back he nudged one of the monkey statues and they came alive. This was it. What shall he do? Rrrruuuunnnn.
My running is to fast for these monkeys.They are behind me though,my heart is racing my and my mind is pondering, will I ever escape? My mind is racing my heart is pumping and I am running out of oxygen.As fast as a racing car I zoomed past the other monkeys.My legs rushing my arms flying,myself concentrated.Money is mine! A second later they have gone and I am wondering Will I ever pull through?!!!
The towering figure. The waves clashed against the dark shadow in the distance and the light from the figure shone over the vast ocean. Cautiously, he went to explore the shimmering water, what was it he pondered? He could just make out that it was a light house, the mystical fog surrounded the gleaming white light house the density of the fog made it hard to waft away. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR, HELP MEEEEEEE! My heart was racing, it was pitch black as dark as the night sky, where was I, what was happening?
One stormy night.There was a boy and a girl called bob and barberet.They walked quickly but didn’t look behind them.Because they were scared, they walked quickly. They heard a bang. the lightouse collapsed they tryed to run as fast as a cheetah but it caught up.
Grizzly,wet night.That beach got darker as the lighthouse just stood there.The light house was standing there in the distance. Slowly, it began to rain.It was terrible.The lighthouse was a tall as the sky.
Tall , mysterious , creepy . The clouds rolled in as the sky grew dark . Anxiously , I staggered towards it regretting every step . I noticed the flashing , as if somebody was in , in time with the lightning . Who was it ? The sound as high pitched as grinding metal drowned the thunder , it was my scream .
Gloomy, dark, miserable. A the mist swept across my face, I walked down to the lighthouse. Slowly, I walked to it. My cousin, that loved this lighthouse, came up to me. Whispering to me. As quiet as a mouse, he said to me “you’ll regret coming here” and then I froze.
It was a gloomy day. I went to the lighthouse to se if a bout was stuck in the sea just then I heared a sking nouse it was getting closer and closer but I thinked what could it be a peanguen. My hands shiverd as it is getting closer I looked to the wal land saw a big shadow in front of me.I know there was somthing behind me. Then at that moment I had a flash back when I was little I saw the same shado as that exact moment I tryed to look be hined me but then…
Waves surrounded me. Imortal, rocking, choppy and feirce. Evily, it was like they were trying to bite my base off! The skies were black, the land was nowhere to be seen. I was stuck. As silent as a falling feather, I stood there in the terrible storms of the sea.
“Wow!” I said. IT was standing tall and proud. Suddenly the light turned on. The ships, that were mostly jet black, sailed to the light house. What a sight. It was as bright as the sun.
If you are choosing Slow Writing as your homework choice, the image and sentences are below. Could you write as the lighthouse? What about as somebody viewing the scene?
Thank you to Jim for the image.
I look forward to reading your writing!
The icy slope stand so innocently failing to expose the sharp inconsistent incline. A death trap.For anything to come across ,the misfortune of encounter, with it,is destined to the bleak sombre grave. Like a Purple-necked Pitcher Plant it seems so virtuous but holds a heart-wrenching secret. Blissful children doomed to there unforeseeable deaths. Obliviously, they veer down it’s forgiving banks and into the arms of despair.
It was a warm, sunny and breezy day on the beach. I was excited! In the shimmering water ,reflecting in the sun, were lots of seashells and crabs. The sparkling sunlight twinkled in the sky. The ice-cream seller was doing great business. Quickly people started qeueiung for ice-creams.
Slowly, went outside it was freezing my toes were frozen and my cheeks were cold.It was so cold and slipperey, I had to push the car to the top of the road.Slowly I walked into the house it was boiling inside and froze outside.The car was froze we had to get the kettle.as the snow was coming down faster than a man jumping from a plane in the air.
The snow looked as sparkly as a twinkling star and as white as a feather on a dove. I was amazed. My cats, who were wondering what was going on, looked outside. The floor was like a cloud form Heaven. I stood there in shock and amazement. Eventually I went outside.
It wus snowing I did not know what to do .It wus really chilly outside the ice wus slippy like a snails gew.I could not belif my eyes it wus happy until the snow had tern into ice. It wusent fun because you could make snow men then the joy came back on Theresday. it wus like a dream come true.
I looked ahead at the snowy, towering hill I was on, with lots of happy people on it. This was it. It was the first time I’d slegded, I was very nervous. The snow, as white as a sheet, seemed like it was trying to trip me up on purpose. My mum and dad stood encouraging me. Bravely, I sat on it, and my dad gave me one big push and then, I was off.
For this week’s slow writing challenge, your picture is inspired by our recent weather.
Sentence 1: must include three adjectives
Sentence 2: must use exactly three words
Sentence 3: must use an embedded clause
Sentence 4: must use a simile
Sentence 5: must use exactly seven words
Sentence 6: must start with an adverb
photo credit: Werner Kunz via photopin cc
I look forward to reading your entries.