Friday, 22 April 2016
Week 14- My Dragon
On a dark damp day, the doorbell rang. I rushed toward the unstable door and opened it. A box stood in front of me. I put my hand in and felt soaked scales. A trail of fear and desperation ran fearsomely up my back. I had a swift chill of tension in my body. My heart pumped like a cheetah, but my hand kept feeling till I reached a spot. It had a mane longer than a giraffe's neck. I searched down to its feet. To my horror it only had tentacles. I opened the box with disbelief and screamed.