Climbing the long
winding stairs towards the mountain like rocket, many mixed emotions swelled up
in my body. Beneath me was a large, hard drop. I tried not to look down but I
couldn’t resist, instantly I regretted it.
Rain poured down on
the cheering crowd, but they didn’t seem to mind. Their umbrellas made the
sparkle with many different colours. I climbed into the rocket. Take off was
immense. I took one last look at Earth. The last thing I saw was the red
explosion like fire pit. The G force was even more than I had expected.
I could hardly
breath.
“Help!”
Hi James,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading your blog post. I particularly liked the build up in your opening paragraph - and how you couldn't resist the urge to look down (only to regret it!)-very realistic.
Next time read over carefully; it looks like you may have missed a word between the and sparkle.
Keep up the good work.
Mr P.
OLOL
Bury
Dear Mr P,
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for your comment. You are right the word I messed was 'ground'.
Thank you again,
James