The thing........narrative

my successes criteria was to use descriptive sentences and paragraphs and interesting vocab to hook the reader in and make them feel like there in the story. an example of this is.. Beep beep beep. “Whoa what the what!” i jumped up frantically shouting. But i was relieved to find out that it was only my watch. “But wait” I thought aloud. “I don't have an alarm set for this time”. And that's when i realized that it was there. The terrifying THING. And just when i was about to dramatically faint. The fridge opened and i heard it the low deep rattling breaths it took and although i thought that i should have been scared i wasn't afraid of this sound. And for just a moment all of the fright disappeared and i thought. That the breathing sounded very familiar. But i had no time to think i had to react if i was to conquer my fears. And as I thought this my body jerked to life and silently slipped out of bed.

The Thing narrative writing

The thing is what I call it. It comes at night although I have tried to tell my mum she doesn't believe me. And neither does my dad or little brother but when I tell my little sister it a whole other story. When i first told her about The thing all she did was look at me like she was empty then she went red and stormed off. And after that day she stopped and went empty whenever I talked about it. But every night the thing kept coming back. Eventually I had had enough and decided that i would fight my fears and go into the kitchen where it lived. To find out what it was once and for all! And that's where this adventure begins. “Bed time!” my mum yelled to me interrupting my video game. “OK! Just a second!” I shouted back to her. But in my mind those words to me meant that i was in for a night of unforgettable horrors. As i slowly trudged down the stairs after cleaning my teeth with minty fresh toothpaste. And began preparing for the night that i wouldn't forget. Just like the past other 47 nights of terrifying horror caused by yours truly THE THING! “Bedtime Ty!” shouted mum with a frustrating tone in her voice. “I'm not talking again” “Ok ok” I sarcastically sighed. And as i (literally) jumped into my bed and pulled up my covers a shiver went down my spine warning me. That the thing was on its way. Beep beep beep. “Whoa what the what!” i jumped up frantically shouting. But i was relieved to find out that it was only my watch. “But wait” I thought aloud. “I don't have an alarm set for this time”. And that's when i realized that it was there. The terrifying THING. And just when i was about to dramatically faint. The fridge opened and i heard it the low deep rattling breaths it took and although i thought that i should have been scared i wasn't afraid of this sound. And for just a moment all of the fright disappeared and i thought. That the breathing sounded very familiar. But i had no time to think i had to react if i was to conquer my fears. And as I thought this my body jerked to life and silently slipped out of bed. As I slipped around my door corner i turned to see the staircase leading to safe heaven. Also known as everyone upstairs. I had to choose know. Either go to safe haven or conquer my fears once and for all. But in the end it was not my choice for once again my body jerked to life and silently slipped towards the kitchen. As I approached the open fridge door a piece of chocolate flew over the open door. And as it did so i began to feel less and less fearful and more and more suspicious. Once i had gathered all my courage or at least what was left of it. I slammed the fridge door only to find that that the horrible terrifying THING was my sister eating my secret stash of chocolate. And all the heavy breathing was her asamah. She jumped to the sight of me and disappeared in a blink of an eye. And all i did was look at the trail of chocolate she left behind and smile.

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