Monday, October 17, 2016
Grace
I stood among the crowd staring at the new sculpture clinging onto its web. It was a beautiful sight. But the crowd didn't know that this wasn't an ordinary sculpture. As the darkness settled, all the people left the streets. It was pitch black. Not a soul was in sight. The spider had been holding his pose for hours, now was his chance to stretch. His long legs clinked against the concrete as he walked. He saw a light. Someone was coming his way. He dashed back to his web and there he remained for the rest of the night.
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Grace, I love it! What a clever way to write about the prompt - I almost feel sorry for the poor spider trying to stay still all day while people watched him! You have used a nice variety of sentence structures and lengths which makes your story very readable. Very well done! From Miss R.
ReplyDeleteI liked your use of interesting words. Your writing grabbed me and made it interesting to read.
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