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P7H Star Writer

Each week Primary 7H are going to decide on their Star Writer during our Extended Writing lesson on a Thursday. This person will be someone who has tried their best and included as many of the things Mrs Hislop was looking for as possible.

This week’s Star Writer is Harry, he has been awarded Star Writer for creating a story with excellent use of descriptive language and creating a chilling theme throughout his piece of work. Here is his writing inspired by the cave on our Kippenrait Glen visit.

“I slowly stepped back towards the path, in front of me I saw a dark, gloomy cave and stared at it for what must of been about five minutes. It made me feel strange, like something was watching me! I started to walk towards the cave, still with the strange feeling. I was frightened but intrigued by this cave. Suddenly I heard a ruffle in the bushes, I stopped and it went away. I started walking again and the ruffles came back. Walking away from the cave left me suspicious, something or someone was watching my every move. This made me angry, this made me terrified. I had to find out what it was. So I decided to go back and wait outside the cave to see whatever it was looking at me. Waiting sent shivers down my spine. I was terrified. I started to doubt myself. It might of all been in my head, then I heard it, the ruffles, the echoes from the cave. I was so terrified but so angry I had to go in, if I didn’t I would never know what it was. On I went with what felt like a million butterflies in my tummy. Slowly I stepped towards the cave, I was nearly there, the river crashing on the rocks felt like the crowd cheering me on. I entered the cave, it  was slimy and slippy. Drips of water all around me. I could barely see, it was like a different world. The slippery rocks were like ice to walk on. ‘Crash’. I slipped, falling on my back. I saw something, it was a door. This was my chance. I walked towards the door. The handle was covered in slime. I opened it with a creek, then there, I saw it…”