AMAZING WRITING

Have a look at this amazing writing that Abita wrote during our English lessons

That Thing

Pacing his cave, the anonymous monstrosity became grumpier as his stomach rumbled and growled at him. His rotting skin barely stretched over his fractured, bony ribcage. His aquamarine eyes glinted in the orange-red sunset as they scanned the cave for something – anything – to eat. He groped, scratched and tore at the vines like a lunatic with the slightest glimpse of hope that something would fall down. Nothing. The deafening silence pierced his eardrums as the fire in his eyes burned yet brighter. What would he do next?

He climbed the vines knowing there must be something up there to eat. His blue eyes faded as grey as titanium. Why wasn’t there at least a beetle on the ground, or a bird in the sky? Obviously they had all gone into hiding as they sensed his presence. As he was a predator to anything, there was barely a scrap to eat. He darted to the oak, then to the willow, then to the ash. Not a soul in sight. His trembling fingers were deft as they pressed him forward, through the clearing. His knobbly knees and elbows stuck out as they pumped up and down.

His voice escaped his mouth in the form of a scream and scratched at everyone’s eardrums. It was more deafening than a fork scraping across a plate. What was he thinking…?

By Abita

5.10.17