Attaining Highly Writing Event
27th November 2018
In the distance, there was a mysterious, gnarled wooden gate. It looked unknown and undiscovered. Who knew what lurked inside? A tiny antique key hung on a nearby branch. Reaching out, I caught it and approached cautiously towards the keyhole. I inserted the tiny key and turned it - turned it as slow as a snail. Unfortunately, the gate was locked so there was no way inside. But I would not give up. Luckily, I had a plan B.
Peering inside the keyhole, a magical world lay before me. There was a plethora of emerald bushes and a great pillar standing tall. A small white stone hid a frowning man. To the left, an ancient castle with creaking windows stood grandly. My heart beat fast as I thought ‘that is a beautiful castle!’
What else would I find inside?
As I hesitantly stepped near the ancient, wooden gate, I looked through the keyhole. What lay before me was like a Greek pillar with Brazilian grass covering the top like a huge spiky carpet .I opened the door and ventured into the unknown world . I saw a little girl hiding behind some bushes as if there was danger out in the open. The mist, which was covering the garden, looked as if it was hiding a secret, a secret which nobody knew about… All comfort began to drain from my body and my heart started beating as fast as a horse galloping. Then a thought struck me: what was the girl so scared about?
As I doubtfully peered through the rusty, old keyhole, my hairs were standing on end and my heart was pounding. I saw a spooky stone pillar. Plants were scattered everywhere as far as I could see. I could see leaves falling onto the uneven, hilly land. On the ground, blossom lay like a delicate, pink blanket. As the wind sped across the river, huge tides were formed. All the comfort drained from me. The more I looked, the more I l felt terrified.
How would you feel if you were here?
As I quietly approached the rusty keyhole, I began to shift uncomfortably. Anxiously I peered through it. I saw a towering, ancient pole covered with ivy. There were people scrambling near emerald bushes. On opposite sides of the garden, hiding in bushes, there were magical dragon shaped statues. What was this strange, mystical place...?
As I peered through the fascinating, rusty keyhole, I saw a little fairy that was perched on a colossal tree. She had long, flowing, glossy hair that blew in the freezing cold wind. She had dainty, turquoise shoes with a little pompom on the edge of each toe. An ancient pillar stood as straight as a soldier in the middle of this mysterious place. Suddenly I looked over to the other side of this crazy place, realising that I hadn’t looked at it properly at all…