We have been learning how to hook our readers into our stories. We want them to read on.... We wrote these ones as a class before we wrote our own.
Broken tracks littered the ground. Caves of gold glittered in the distance. Munted carts stood leaning like a turning wave. The mine was deserted. Squeaking bats hung from.....
Fighting winds screaming. Whirling noises spinning like a helicopter. Stinging eyes closing tightly. Wobbling
everything....
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