Friday 22 January 2016

Florence Jenkins - Alone in an avalanche

I looked down from the mountain. The red umbrella floated past. I headed down to the murky water below. It was almost completely covered with shining ice. The umbrella was finding its own way through the hard water. Inquisitively I reached out and touched the red plastic. That’s when it all went wrong.

Suddenly I heard a terrifying rumble. The mountain shook so violently I felt like I was in a volcano whilst it was erupting. The snow tumbled down the abrupt face of the mountain. I ran, in panic as fast as my legs could carry me. “Help me!” I yelled. I was alone. Alone in an avalanche. 

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