Losing Hope
My bare feet crunch in the grass carpet, as I sip my last drop of water, quenching my thirst. A sob escapes from my mouth. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision of the landscape surrounding me. Tripping over tree roots belonging to the gargantuan umbrellas looming above me, I face plant into the mud. “But how would I know, I would end up stranded in the woods like Hansel and Gretel?” I groan to myself. I slowly pick myself onto my feet, continuing through the overgrown forest path. I am lost. I am hopeless. I am Alaska Saylors.
Hi Phoebe,
ReplyDeleteI absolutely loved your story great description and juicy words. I especially liked the way you said quenching your thirst. Well Done,
Kane
Hi Phoebe. This is a superb piece of writing and I agree with the previous comment, your use of adjectives is excellent. You set the scene so well that I can really visualise it. Well done.
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