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Tuesday 30 July 2019

Narrative Writing.

What is on the other side of the bridge?
The moonlight shone, the shadows of the trees occurred, as I was walking across the bridge. Crack Bang!
Trees came falling towards me. I dodged the trees, as the bridge was cracking, and the water was rising. I ran back.
I was getting really nervous about what was going to happen next. I was nearly on the other side, I shattered into pieces,
as I was arriving on it. I could hardly move, as the bridge kept breaking. I continued to walk alongside of  the waterline.
I started to get spooked out, of the things that were happening to me.

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