I let out a pitiful howl. It may have been my last. I couldn’t move. The fallen tree had me trapped. Why did I run? I should have listened to them. All of these thoughts loomed in my head, but one stood out. I was going to die. No. I couldn’t give up. Grunting and struggling, I desperately tried to wriggle out from under the branch, piercing my paw with a sharp rock trying. The searing pain was blinding. I could feel cold, wet blood trickling in between my toes. As I gasped and panted, my breath was coming in raspy gulps. I was never going to see my family ever again. I curled up, my leg still painfully stuck, and accepted death.
Hi Wissam,
This story is amazing! I was blown away by your vocabulary and the way you used a mix of short and long sentences to build tension and emotion. It was also a really interesting idea to tell the story from the wolf’s perspective – I think it worked out great. The language choices and description were particularly vivid (loved the imagery with the blood – very gory!) and the story is really imaginative.
To progress further you could look at different, more complex sentence strucutres.
Keep up the great work.
Daisy
Team 100 w/c
Edinburgh