Monday, 29 May 2017
Start your writing here: In the distance I see lights in the old house there Is a bridge leading to the house It is a old house It has been there for hundreds of years. Watching every step that I took I slowly found my way across the bridge. CrEeeeek I can hear a noise the door was opening and the rocking chair but no one is sitting on it. I slowly open the door and aaaahhh. To be continued.
Monday, 22 May 2017
Looking out at the clear glistening blue water I see a walkway. Suddenly I stopped I think to myself would this be a good idea. Before giving myself a chance to answer I found my jumping onto the slippery log. I skip from log to log splash slipping of the log I land on my head first into Ice cold water with all my strength I swim across the water back to the beach what an adventure.