Forest Images for Writing
Learning Intention: We are learning to be Resourceful by Capitalising and making good use of the things that are available for us to use in the classroom to help us with our learning.
Paired/Individual Writing
How: Choose a buddy to write with or work by yourself.
Criteria
- I write some complex sentences.
- I write sentences that mostly make sense.
- Similes
- Metaphor
- Personification
- Onomatopeia
- I use basic punctuation correctly.
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PRologue
The smooth, strong breeze of the helicopter made my hair stick up like a black cliff slope. Jim grabbed all his ammo and the emergency kit, just in case. “Soldier! Load the cannons! We ain't got all day , so hurry up!” demanded the General. “Yes Sir!” Jim called. As I was heading to the helicopter site,there was a sudden sight that made everyone stop dead.
“What is that?!?” One of the pilots asked, shivering at the sight. The thing was staggering around, looking for food.“Some sort of… Tree Monster?” Replied Jim, aiming his shotgun at it. “Shall we fire, Sir?” Jim asked the general. “Hold it. Wait until my signal.” He whispered. “ROAR” The Tree monster screamed, While running towards us, swinging its arms like crazy. “NOW!!!!!” Cried the General. The giant tree thing stampeded across our base while destroying everything in its way. “RUN!!!!!!” Jim screamed at the top of his lungs.
People ran in all directions, Calling for their Mummys and Daddys (Not really. He’s just targeting the annoying people). The Tree was gaining on me, and it was MAD! (I have no idea why). Before I knew it, I never made it out of the base.
“Oh... Crud.” Jim said, while being picked up by the tree.
The Forgotten Island
The Plane Crash
“Whoah…. This is view is great!” I said, admiring America’s water. “Wait, there’s a mysterious looking island with a…foggy barricade?!?” replied Zac, my older brother. It was Me (Mike), My brother Zack, My stepdad Jak, Cousin Gray and My Uncle T were on a airplane, heading towards north America because of a cousin's suicide attempt.
“Attention passengers, we are approaching America so buckle up, ‘cause we're coming in hot!” said the pilot over the intercom. As I clicked my strap in, the alarm started buzzing off. “Why is the alarm going off!” screamed Gray, who was terrified. “Make your way to the emergency door! There are plenty of parachutes so GO NOW!” ordered the pilot. “Hey! There are no chutes left!” Said Uncle T, while checking just in case. “WHAT!!!!!” us kids screamed, before crashing into an island.
An Adventure
I woke up, lying on the sandy shoreline of a mysterious island while gazing for my family. “Mike! Are you alright?” Called Dad
“Yeah! Just bruised and cut.” I replied, jogging to everyone else.
“Zac! Zac! Are you alright?” I asked him. “All good. I know that everyone else is to.” He said. “What about the Pilot? Is he okay?” I Replied curiously. “Wait what? He jumped, remember?” Zac said, Shocked. “No, I saw him in the front seat while the co-pilot jumped, and then we crashed.” I replied, while Zac was staring at me like an alien cockroach from Mars. We all got together and tried to figure out where we are. “Maybe this is a dream?” asked Gray. “Stab yourself to find out!” Zac said, sarcastically. “Hey! No fighting! We need to wander around and build a shelter! Now!” screamed dad. Neither of us said a word after that (#Awkward Silence).
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