I had remembered that time,
It certainly didn’t end well.
It started when my friend rung the bell,
He came for a fun play,
Until i saw the small sculpture,
That had lurked in my brain like an ugly vulture,
That gun with the knotted end ,
I saw the real statue in the museum.
I knew it was a statue of death, like what happened to my dad,
And that is why i slammed the door in his face,
But he knew about the death of my father,
Why would he bring that
This was the knotted end of two mysterys!
Isabelle,
Your story was very original. I liked how it was set out a bit like a poem, one that doesn’t have to rhyme but sometimes does. Do you like Poems?
Sophie:
https://kidblog.org/class/room-19-2018/posts/dsw1lp3kkmrvhf5cvmf1pz1sz
Yes, i do like poems, i liked how without rhyming it made the poem seem sadder which was my target with the competition.