Monday, 21 September 2015

Suspense Writing


 Pharrell’s real life story. 

 It’s a thundering night. The power’s still on. I wonder if the power is going out.
Mum left and said 
“I'm going to the shop.” 
I said “no!”
“Bye.”
The door shut. Five moments later the power goes out .I set up to attack.
It’s silent.
There’s someone at the door. I hide. I hear footsteps. I got the weapons ready for battle.
Toy cars go flying at the dark figure. I realise it’s mum.

“Sorry mum you look like a burglar that was trying to rob the house Sorry”. 

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