Week 4 Term 2 Descriptive Writing #3

Descriptive Writing

We have done more writing but this

time we used a video/short movie instead

of he picture and then we have to pick 

a character and a part in the movie.

Our WALT:create a piece of descriptive

writing from character’s perspective.

I choose the crows I recommend

watching the film

included on the slide.

Descriptive Writing 2 Term 2 Week 3

Descriptive Writing
This week we have been doing 
more writing using a different photo 
which was more challenging. I managed to
come,up with something to match the photo.

Carnival

I'm waiting in line to go on one of the colorful lighten up rides but I can barely see it the sky is illuminating the colors of the ride. I’m hungry tummy rumbling louder that a tigers roar the scent of buttery popcorn filling my nostrils, that's all I can taste its making my mouth water. The line is moving closer the butterflies turning in my stomach the sensation making my scared. The creepy circus music whistling, through the air it’s haunting.

I’m about to go on the ride I’m going up the stairs running up, the stairs excited the butterflies are gone I’m excited now!

Descriptive Writing T2 WK2

Descriptive Writing

For the first week of term 2 

my class and I have been writing

descriptive pieces of writing using

a picture our teacher gave us.

 Here it is! 

Descriptive Writing.

It’s an early frosty morning of winter. Frost has settled overnight. The rising sun is illuminating the frost taken over what used to be the sports field of my school, where the soccer teams play there soccer game I usually watch. People standing next to me usually have coffee the smell  stings my icy nostrils like a bee stinging my face. The sun is rising and peeking through trees shining blinding my blue eyes the color of a clear blue lake shimmering through the day.

I walk across the field settled frost crunching under my numb feet it’s that cold. I stop in the middle and just look around me all the trees aren’t moving  like time has been frozen, still. I walk forward towards the soccer goal, its old, so there isn’t really a net anymore the spiders spin their webs over it the dew is like little crystals hanging from the glitter covered silk layered by a spider.