Abanden farm
I have been working on a amazing pease(piece) of writing that is now done. I am proud of it because I think it is my personal best because I have spent a lot of time on it a goal for me next time would be to have a better ending. Something that challenged me was thinking what could be behind the door because it could be any thing and I wanted it to be really scary and what was in the room. I really injoyed(enjoyed) creating it because I thought it was itsiting as I write it. I used my perseverance muscle for it. I have been leanring to put punchuation(punctuation) in my writing.
The Abandoned farm
“Have you ever been in an Abandoned farm that your grandad owns? No or yes? Well I have and here's the story”.
Not long ago I trotted down on my brown horse. As I trotted down the dirt road the wind was cold in my face. Cars wizzed passed but my horse stayed calm. I quickly pulled the reigns of my horse and turned left up the rocky driveway.There, right at the front of the Door, there he was. Grandad! He had six dogs but only two were with him. On the right was a black labrador called Meteor. The one on the left was a yellow german shepherd called Wolf. As soon as I stopped and tied the reigns of my horse onto the wooden fence and climbed down from my horse, I ran to my grandad and hugged him. I softly patted the dogs and walked inside of his house. I sat down on a chair at the table and had some shortbread and orange juice. Just at that moment I remembered about my horse outside.
I whispered in a soft voice “I’m just going to put my horse in the barn,” I told grandad. I untied the reigns of my horse and pulled them softly to get it to come. As I walked with my horse to the barn round the back I opened the old red paint chipped door. Carefully I laid my hand on the splintery handle. A drip of bright red blood fell on to the dried grass . But I kept pulling. As soon as it was wide open I released my bloody hand from the Handle. It was red with skin peeled off. It stung like a Hundred bee stings!
Slowly I walked in and opened a empty stable. I carefully Nudged my horse to go in. After 2 nuges it went in I slammed the door when it was in. I rushed to get some hay for my brown horse but as I reached
out to get some. There was a old wooden door behind the prickly Hay. In my head I thought should I open it or should I walk back. And I did need to do the hay. but What could be behind the door. Is it a old room I don't know I said to myself in a quiet voice. I can do the hay later. I reached out to the rusty handle and turned the handle left just as it was fully open. a per of eyes appear in the darkness I say who are you he runs off down a dusty hallway. I followed him quickly into a room as I followed him slowly. But when I reached the room he had ran into he was gone But!!! On the wall was pictures of my grandads brother no no it can't be. He's dead. he died 5 years ago then I felt a tap on my back. I turned around it was my grandads brother. I said to him but you went missing that day. No I got trapped in here. But how I went to get hay for the sheep I found the door and I came in just like you. And one of the dogs bumped the door shut. I was trapped I waited for someone to come. And finally you came. Now I must go and see my brother. So we walked back to the house. when we got in grandad was amazed is it you. It is but how i'll tell you the story.
