Monday, 18 September 2017

Quickwrite (4) ; The Greatest Storm

Here is the Photo that I had to interpret. 

As the rough waves crashed upon the slippery rocks, the waves continually  got stronger and stronger. I suddenly woke up to the noise of shouts and screams, I quickly get up and out of bed rushing towards the front deck of the boat. In frightment I see everyone struggling to control the ship. The sound of the thunder roared like a fearless lion. The waves were nearly as rough as sandpaper. Everyone is shouting at one another with fear in their eyes. I wonder if we will survive this storm.

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