Descriptive writing

I did this price of writing in a workshop in Term 1. We went outside and discriped what we could hear, smell, fell, see, taste. Here is a few poems I made about them.

Walt: show not tell to describe a scene.

It was a beautiful Autumny morning. I just stepped out the door to go for a walk,I heard the birds chirping and the leaves were falling. I walked past a playground and there was a seat. So I went in and sat on it. The grass was all dewy and my shoes got wet when walked around. There was one beam of light shining shining down and were it was shining down on where the frost had been burnt off.

I looked around and all I could see was trees looped around each other. It was like the trees were hugging. I could feel moss under my feet. The moss was soft and it made me sink into it. We walked some more and then we went back into the big shadows of the trees. The smell of trees and moss wasn't a pleasant smell.I could only hear a distant chirp of a bird. I thought it would come near us, but it didn't.

Noah

I was standing all alone. The sun was beating down on me. I looked down to my arm and it was as red as a tomato. There were skeleton like trees standing all around me. The scaled ground cut my feet as I walked closer and closer to the sun set. I was hoping that the clouds would spit down on me. It was getting windier and the dust was making its way into my mouth making it dry. I could only see dust and sand going on for miles. I wondered how would I get out, but no thoughts came to mind.

“RRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR” yelled the monster as I just stabbed it in the head. I pretty sure that the monsters a bit angry now, I thought to myself. The monster chased back to were I came from. From then on I realised that I was all alone. I had lost my crew. I looked around and saw huge glowing globes tangled in the roots of the trees. It was all silent except for the disband roar of the monster. When that roar faded it was only drops of water dripping down from the trees. My feet were all wet from the moss making me sink into the water. The only smell was the moss and the huge tangled oak trees. I tried to make my way out but it was blocked of with heaps of hugging roots. The roots were so strong that I couldn't cut through it with my knife. I knew I was doomed.

Here's my writing about an article on kiwi kids news. I chose the McGregor and Mayweather fight and altered it a bit .

On Sunday evening, August the 28 2017, “The ruthless Floyd Mayweather recorded a 10th round TKO(Technical Knockout) over mixed martial arts champion Conor McGregor in their boxing match in the sahara desert.” But… this information is wrong, McGregor knocked the 40 year old, rich, short, bald Floyd Mayweather out. Mayweather got too hot to stay in the desert so McGregor tired him out and then… BANG knocked him straight out and into China for some cat and dog for dinner. McGregor earned 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 dollars from just from one sunny, hot ,blazing, sandy, cactusy, tumble weedy fight. Mayweather was sooooooooooo dehydrated afterwards that he drank 4 million litres of Gatorade and skulled the whole thing back in 2 seconds. On the other hand McGregor just walked all the way back to Ireland to celebrate and get drunk. He spent all the money on jetpacks, flying cars, penthouses, mansions, theme parks, schools, company's, shoes, cafes, shops, bragging rights so he can walk into Floyd's house and start laughing and saying stuff that is not true, pets, boxing stadiums, basketball courts, the NBA, flying shoes, time machines, iPads, phones, guns and last of all Floyd Mayweather. While Floyd was working for McGregor he was sipping on tequila and champagne on cruise ships and four hours later he decided to hit the hay. And that is what ACTUALLY happened on the Conor McGregor and Floyd Mayweather fight.