Year 7 Writing

If I were a storm inspired by If I was a storm by Katie Boom. 

If I were a storm,

I would drift through the

sky, blocking out sunlight,

plunging everything below

into darkness.

I would slam waves into walls of buildings close to the shore.

I would pluck up miscellaneous objects from the ground, traffic cones, rocks, cats, and send them hurtling

through the air.

I would uproot trees from the ground, for as soon as I arrive, the southerly gales would blow me out to sea, and I would settle down to rest,

dreaming of my next

opportunity to reign

once more. By Freddy 

If I were a storm I would cover the bright blue sky with my dark gloomy banket, I would bash on all the windows and send strikes of lightning that light up the sky.

The wind would whistle as it raged through the city destroying everything that gets in its way.

I would send hail that would shoot at windows shattering the glass, I would throw lightning at trees causing them to split in half.

I would send bucket loads of rain causing the seas to crash into buildings and causing floods.

Finally i’ve done enough damage for one day as the people pray that I go away, I pick up my blanket and whistle as I slowly float away, On my way to create another stormy another place.

By Meila Adam

Fear is black like the shadow slowly creeping up my shoulder.

Fear tastes like a big wash of saliva running down my throat.

Fear feels like goosebumps

running down my arm.

Fear sounds like the silent echo

of screaming.

Fear smells like sweat dripping

off my forehead.

Fear is everywhere...

Ella B

If I were a storm

If I were a storm I would rage over the small town scaring people with my darkness and thunder.

I would let out a frustrating scream letting people know that I have arrived.

I would pull trees of there feet and trample over bushes, the wind would let out a loud scream making kids jump.

I would make puddles on the ground, and when the sun peeks over my dark clouds I know its time for me to leave.

By Molly

Heart broken is deep dark blue like the bottom of the Atlantic ocean.

Heartbroken taste like french vanilla ice cream on a cold lonely night.

Heartbroken feels like salty tears running down my face onto my wet pillow.

Heart broken looks like my baggy hoodie that falls down to my knees ,bedroom looking like a dog kennel.

heart broken sounds like me sobbing every 2 minutes.

heart broken smells like the dirty dishes sitting on the living room table waiting to get a clean.

Heart broken can happen to anyone.

Maddison