The Smell of Fear
It’s 2:45 am on the 25th April 1915.
Right now I’m shaking like an endless earthquake. I was petrified because I felt like I was going to die slowly. I watched other soldiers die all around me from the deadly bullets flying down on us all.
All of a sudden the moon slowly dipped behind the clouds. It’s pitch black.
All I can see and hear is the sound of the waves and soldiers nervously whispering. I’m excited.
Suddenly I heard a massive BANG! One of our soldiers shot his own gun. We were now exposed to the Turks.
From there on I knew I was about to die.
By Nicholas
I am learning to write an interesting recount.
I am so proud of making my recount interesting by using similes and adjectives.
It can be tricky to the right adjectives for the right sentence.
The thesaurus can help me by giving me better words.
The next step for me in my learning is to find an interesting topic for me to write about.
1 comment:
This is a very descriptive recount. You have chosen your words carefully to add tension to your story. I like your use of short sentences. Good Job !
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