One night when I was in bed, dad shut my bedroom door (which he wasn't meant to do). It was pitch black. Something moved; creaking noises filled the room. Then an eerie silence filled the room. My heart raced like a running race. I head a rustling sound. It sounded like newspapers being crushed. A shiver ran down my spine. A sudden light appeared on the ground and I saw shadows. Then something appeared in the light. It was just my kitten Summer. I felt relieved; like I'd just tasted a bowl of cheddar. Dad came back in the room and asked, "is Summer in here?"
"Yes," I replied. On cue Summer shot out of the room. Eventually mum opened the fridge and gave her some soft cat food. She wolfed it down in ten seconds flat. I though she was going to start howling for more but instead she curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. She was definitely happy - I think she was dreaming of mice hopping into her mouth.
I thought your story was funny
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A beautiful descriptive piece of work Katie. Summer is very mischievous, isn't she? and she loves her soft kitten food almost as much as she love you. Gillian
ReplyDeleteKatie - this is a wonderful piece of writing. I really like how you developed the story and took your reader on a journey. I also enjoyed your choice of vocabulary - it's lovely and rich and paints pictures in my mind. Mrs Wood :)
ReplyDeleteDo you know, you actually had me a little bit scared with the clever use of suspense and description at the start? I did laugh out loud when I realised it was about your kitten, Summer!
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