The Car Stopped Suddenly…

Meandering through the air, the peaceful tune from the swaying vegetation blowed the corn from the field that Katie was wandering across. Lonely and companionless, solitary and comfortless, she plodded across the moor. How I longed to help the innocent girl; unfortunately she was as timid as a mouse and wouldn’t even dare to take rapid glance at someone. Each day, a black Ferrari would dart past on a road near the field and Katie would cover her ears tightly and stare downwards at the ground. The car stopped suddenly one day. Katie spoke to and helped the poor boy…

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2 Responses
  1. Ellie W says:

    Wow Zoe I really like this piece of writing, I especially like the phrase swaying vegetation!

  2. Faye says:

    This is a fantastic piece of work Zoe!
    *I like ‘meandered’
    *Good use of punctuation
    WISH:Try to vary your sentence length and type. 🙂 😀 😉

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