Tag: Writing 2022

Character Description #2 – Writing

Recently there have been many killing in the small state of  Alabama. Stench, blood and a knife make up the serial killer Bill. Muscles on the mans hand had formed from the many stabbing’s he has done. Blood trickled throughout his shirt and ripped patches spread down his sleeves. Bill was a simple man, the only thing he would do to kill his victims was a simple stab. Then a slit to the throat, nothing made him more happy.

Character Description – Writing

A born thief, who only stole gold. He accepted little stones here and there, but what he really loved was gold. Alejandro was the name his mother gave him at birth. Although he did not know his mother, or even know what she looked like, Alejandro loved her.  His bright blue eyes stood out, and his smug expression always made him the more scary. Alejandro had a bubbly personality, and always let it show. He was smart, always got away, and never left a trace. Alejandro was the best thief in Europe.

Narrative (Image Writing) – The Woods

Narrative – Image Writing

A hike in the woods sounded like a great idea. It was pitch black and no-one was going to come into my room. I thought about it for a second, looking at my door thinking of my mum. It was the perfect time to explore the new city, we just moved here and I didn’t know anyone or anything. I decided to do it, it wouldn’t cause any harm to anyone, right? My head rose up from my pillow, and my legs swept off the bed. I bumped into a few boxes labelled, “Clothes” or “Bed sheets”, but that wouldn’t stop me. My feet felt lighter as I crept to the window. It creaked when I opened it, there was no going back now. I put my foot over the railing and got ready to jump. It wasn’t a long way down but it was a risk. Holding my breath I flew down into the pile of  leaves and grass. CRUNCH! I opened my eyes to a non broken body which I was grateful for. At that moment I realised I had forgotten my torch. I knew this wasn’t a good idea, but as I said before. There was no going back now… 


Woods stood in the distance, only the light from the moon was visible. The silence overpowered sounds of weta in the trees. I couldn’t hear anything, my ears isolated from any form of sound. My mouth,  dry of any taste. Legs and arms, numb like no other feeling. Smell was out of the picture, it felt as if  my nose was clogged with ash. Only one sense left… Sight, the only thing I could do was look. What was happening? Why was I a breathing statue? The moon became brighter. Black figures started to appear. All the same, just different heights. They just stood there, like me. One figure stood tall in the middle, it became closer as time passed. After what seemed like eternity, I could see it, or more accurately. I could see her.


She was beautiful, had dark skin, neat bushy hair, slim concentrated eyes. 

“Artemis.” I don’t know what she said,I couldn’t hear, but she looked gentle. Suddenly I was more calm, the fear had dialled down to a 4/10.  A couple minutes had passed, and she was still standing there. Saying, doing, nothing. My senses had travelled back into my body, I don’t know why. Ears with sound, hands with feeling, mouth with taste and nose with smell. The strange lady stared into my eyes. 

“Artemis, my name is Artemis.”  It felt unreal to hear again, Artemis was a beautiful name. 

“The god of animals and plants.” She paused for a while before speaking again.

“You are special  Diana. There are going to be problems in this city, more specifically this forest. This is my home, this is  my forest and I need you to take care of it. Please…” Artemis, a beautiful god, knew who I was. How is that possible? Just hearing her say my name gave me the chills. The real question was, what was going to happen next?… 


Narrative – Stuck in Antarctica

Startled, he thinks it’s a dream. Martin wakes up not knowing what has happened and where he is? The last thing he remembers is eating his plate of bacon and eggs in business class on the Emirates boeing 737.  It was freezing as if Martin was frozen in an ice cube. Jumping out of his seat Martin stared into the distance. The window was foggy, and blurry. All you could see was white snow, nothing else, just snow. Martin still didn’t know where he was, he knew he was on a plane, but in what country? Martin stood there putting the pieces together. Snow, fog and ice cold weather. He had to be in either Antarctica or the North Pole. Martin stood up walking to check on the pilot’s, he opened the door to the cockpit. There lay two people unconscious and blue. Martin held up his hands which were in fact turning purple. He ran out of the cockpit looking for anything to kept the pilot’s and himself warm. Blankets were stored in the cupboards beside the toilet, a flight attendant passed his vision on his way there. Martin counted 4 people including himself, grabbing 6 blankets for comfort. Laying the blankets down he walked slowly back to his seat, with his legs giving way. Looking on the other side of the plane the windows were blocked with heavy snow. After a couple of minutes his body was stiff, he couldn’t move a muscle. There was nothing more to do other than sitting there waiting. Would someone come and save them, or was Martin and the others freeze to death. With all of his strength left he stood up and looked for anything to keep him alive, slap.. His week body fell to the floor, what was he going to do now? He just laid there and waited, waited for the agonizing pain to go away.

Writing Challenge

Suddenly, the walls start closing in. Why was I the only one sweating and panicking?  There was a black, slim, eerie figure that stood still in front. I couldn’t tell who or what it was, but it just kept walking. Click, clack, click, clack… Never before had I been so frightened, because I felt like this was the end. 

Task Description:

This is another writing challenge. With only 6 sentences, 1 image and 4 words. Here is the image:


Writing Challenge

Light shined through the pale windows of the French restaurant, Oui Oui. They didn’t serve any traditional French cuisine, they served American cuisine! Things like fries, burgers and soda, everything American. A worker was cleaning the windows (because they were dirty) with blue Ajax cleaning spray. A customer had a burger and was waiting for their drink. The Ajax got mistaken for their drink, and they died from the Ajax poison.


Task Description:

I started the writing challenge and then had to cut it short. My story had to be six sentences, and I couldn’t work with that. So they died, enjoy 🙂

Summary: I Am Malala (Prologue) – Homework

The Taliban were out on the streets, and Malala was out at school. Malala was a women who believed that people of the gender: Female, should have the right to go to school. She was top of her class and always made sure to make it, the girls travelled in an old bus. One day the bus stopped suddenly, a man walked in front of the bus, which is what caused the sudden stop. Everyone was confused, wondering what was going on. A man coming from the back jumped into the bus, holding a pistol.

“Which one of you is Malala?!” He shouted.

No one spoke, only looked. Then….  three bullets,  one right through her left eye socket into her shoulder. The others into her friends, Malala was rushed to hospital. This is her story.


Task Description:

This weeks literacy home work was to read a chapter of a book, then do a summary on it. This is a digital book, that we have read for our literacy class. There is only the prologue and first chapter. I read the prologue, so that’s what the summary is about. If you want to read the 2 chapters click: HERE.