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Thursday, 22 September 2016

Pick a Path

It was a creepy and stormy night. Sam walked slowly towards the house. Fear dragged him nearer and nearer. What was hiding behind those old scary tombstones?

Walking to the tombstones out of nowhere zombies dug themselves out of the tombstone. Sam looked for brick’s  and chucked them at zombies but they still kept on coming until the bricks were all gone and finished. Sam looked for any weapons then he saw what looked like a sword but it wasn't a sword it was a stick, suddenly ghosts came out of nowhere.

There were too many for Sam to fight but he still kept on fighting until his arms were tired. Sam ducked down and slid behind the zombies and killed them but there were still more ghost killers but they kept on coming and they stopped for no reason they ran fast like lighting. Sam never gave up.

The ghost jumped on Sam and he died because they were biting Sam’s body. Now Sam is gone to heaven and the zombies lived happily ever after.





In the pavilion we have been trying to improve our writing. This is one of the students writing.  If you would like to check out Jacobs blog click here.

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