When it is winter in Runanga it rains and I sit inside. The Smoke from the Chimneys flood the street on a cold day. Sometimes the Creeks flood. When you walk down the street you can see your breath like steam and a cold wind from the sea. In the bush it gloomy with the fog. When it -3 it’s icy and frosty.
Friday, 12 August 2016
Tuesday, 9 August 2016
Free writing
It was only as he dove into the water that he realised how high the bridge was. As he swam to the top a monster graded his leg he was fighting for his life but in a flash, the boy was gone. About two days later the boy's body was found but it was just the head in a pile of bones.
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