Across the school our budding writers took the challenge to write a description based on a 18 second animation.

Read Zoe’s description she crafted below:

The shadows lingering among the ferns awoke and skulked every corner with verminous menace. Rippling gently, the swampy lake shone in the misty moon light, which was the only light that would stay stable on this horror story of a night. Down by the lakeside were boats: rotting, ancient, the only remainder of man-made civilisation. In the mystical glade was a small, pop-up tent: scarlet, averagely new, the boy’s only shelter from what was about to come. The boy lit a match. Scratch. The amber flame was lit and warmth crawled up his finger tips and toes. Inside the tent were his treasured salvation: marshmallows! As the rumbling thunder crashed like smashed china, the boy browned his only comfort and looked over his shoulder as a precaution. Nothing was there except the shadows. Lingering shadows.

As the wind howled with sorrow, a pair of glaring eyes, which glowed like cackling flames, followed innocent meat like a tiger on the prowl. Viridian scales formed a face with teeth that sparkled pearl white and two large ears, which heard the boy’s heart like deafening thunder claps. The nightmare emerged from the murky, ebony shallows dripping with moist pond-weed, smelling like dead corpses. Disgusting. It was disgusting. It was revoltingly disgusting. It was revoltingly disgusting: its face – it was revoltingly disgusting: its pea-green face – disgusting. Why did the boy have to be here that night? The monster had woken from from a millennia of slumber, and it was starving! No hope was left. No hope …

Shuddering, the boy peered over his shoulder, gasping for hope and life. He could smell death. The monster could smell dinner. Waves of thoughts drowned the boy’s brain: loneliness, abandonment, orphaned, forgotten. The creature loomed over the boy and a wolf cried with agony and grief;she knew too that there would be a life gone in a few minutes. Saliva dripped from the monster’s jaws and the boy gasped and swiveled his head before gazing across the lake to see his mother, who he had only seen once in his life, waving him goodbye. An evil grimace on her face, for she had woken the beast and assassinated her own son…