WALT use descriptive language
This week for writing we wrote a diary entry for being in the war and in the diary entry we had to be really descriptive with our writing. We used an attribute chart to help us with our writing and give us more descriptive words to use. We had to write words for see, hear, location, movement and temperature!
At the beginning of this we read a book called ¨The ANZAC Violin¨ Written by Jennifer Beck and Illustrated by Robyn Belton. This is where we got our theme from! We could choose a place that we would write about like being on a boat or being hit and what we did. My writing was being on a boat.
Something that I enjoyed about writing was the descriptive words that we had to put in, and something that I found hard was trying to come up with exciting things to write about.
I hope you like the writing!
This week for writing we wrote a diary entry for being in the war and in the diary entry we had to be really descriptive with our writing. We used an attribute chart to help us with our writing and give us more descriptive words to use. We had to write words for see, hear, location, movement and temperature!
At the beginning of this we read a book called ¨The ANZAC Violin¨ Written by Jennifer Beck and Illustrated by Robyn Belton. This is where we got our theme from! We could choose a place that we would write about like being on a boat or being hit and what we did. My writing was being on a boat.
Something that I enjoyed about writing was the descriptive words that we had to put in, and something that I found hard was trying to come up with exciting things to write about.
I hope you like the writing!
As the ocean crashes against the boat a nauseous feeling overcomes my body threatening to burst at any moment but I do my best to contain it. Looking out to sea the unsteady swaying of the boat is not helping at the least to make me feel better. BOOM. The deafening sound of bombs going off takes away the feeling of nausea and everything else. A freezing sensation travels up my spine as I follow the direction of the next bomb firing down.
The next bomb pulses the sea and the boat starts shaking recklessly. The restless howls of bombs ache my ears each second of the ride and I try blocking it out but the screams seem to be getting inside my head. I give up. I'm faced with the feeling of nausea over again and my face turns light green. Trying my best to tame the feeling for just a few more minutes it's useless. I feel something chunky and wet climbing up my throat at a high speed. I sprint as fast as I can to the nearest window but itś too late. The substance bursts out like lava flowing from a volcano onto the floor. Nonstop.
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