Sunday, 23 March 2014

Finial writing product 23.3.14

                                                                     Falling 

 This is it, this is really it. I'm sitting in a really really small extremely tiny waiting room at the top of a 12m high abseiling tower waiting for Cameron to go down it! Come on, come on I think. Finally after an exscrutiating wait I hear a familiar voice. "Next" announced Kelly. I rapidly stumbled to my feet and I start my climb to the top of the mammoth ladder. I burst in to the fresh, free air at the top of the tower Aaaaaaaaaa, relief at last. I leaned over the side to look at the view... 
Woooow. What a spectacular view. 
 
"Great Isint it"  Exclaimed Kelly. 

 "Yes, definitly."  I gasped 

 "Are you scared of heights?"
 
"No" 

 "Good". 

 She told me how to work the belay device and asked me if I was ready to go. Definitely, I replied though unaware of the danger involved. I lent over the ege. THUMP THUMP THUMP a figure appeared from the little gap in the floor. It was Ants, the abseiling instructor. She waved her charcoal hand at me. Good bye. I lent back, Then it happened... 

 Wow! I said as I slipped like jelly down the side of the tower. Click, wizzzz, clunk. Click, wizzzz chattered the carobeners over and over agan like a stuck record. Wistfily the rope trailed through my vein streaked hand. It started to turn black. I started to enjoy my self. I briskly started to jump and hop as I descended down to the ground.

 I plonked down on the ground with a THUD. Well now I know why it takes sooooo long to get to the bottom. Well done shar whispered as she unclipped me from the jumble of belay and carobeners. Thanks a lot I said under my breath. I have to admit it I did do a great job didn't I. Weooooeeeeooooo screamed the siren. Feed time. all those biscuits and chocolate cake yummy!!! I defiantly deserve these treats after all I have absailed Down a 12m tower haven't I. I'm going to sleep like a log to night. 
                                                                 The end
 By Ben
Illustration by Ben 


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  2. Click, wizzzz, clunk. Click, wizzzz chattered the carabiners over and over again like a stuck record. Wistfully the rope trailed trailed through my vain streaked hand. Wow such a lot of writing features packed into a short recount! I can see you have had a great time and painted a wonderfully detailed picture of your experience in my mind. Wistfully is an unusual but perfect word to use. Where did you come across it?

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  3. I think this is a fantastic camp story Ben! The words you have chosen really make me think I am there watching you and listening to all the sounds. I know you worked really hard on this story and completed a lot of drafts until you were happy with the result. Well done - remember your camp moto - what doesn't challenge you doesn't change you!!

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