5 - 7- 10 Descriptive Writing

This week for 5 - 7 - 10 we were given a photo of a "tunnel" made out of wood or vine, I chose to make my short descriptive narrative a first person story about someone running around a forest. Since the main point of our stories are to create descriptions of not only the character but the area around them too, I needed to think of many was to describe.

There I was, stumbling blindly around the forest, without a care in the world as I rushed through a spiderweb and leaped over a log. I was dressed in my best ‘adventuring’ clothes, head to toe with camo coloured gear. It seemed like I’d been running for hours. A while later I accidentally tripped over my own feet and landed before what looked like a tunnel. It wasn’t really a tunnel but it resembled one because of a transparent blue tinged casing, which made it look like a tube. Filled with curiosity I slowly walked up to it and reached my hand out... Bzzt! I was thrown back, and forcibly slammed into a thick oak tree.

5 - 7 - 10

LI: To notice the language features of a description.

This week for writing one of our tasks was to do 5 - 7 - 10, for 5 - 7 - 10 the 5 represents five minutes of non-stop writing, the 7 represents seven minutes of talking and changing with a partner and for the last part (which is the 10) we were supposed to use the time to finish and polish the story. We were given the ideas for the story from a website that randomly shows a photo.

Getting Lost

There I was, tramping in the bush… spending hours and hours walking back a forth
and recording everything onto my map. Even after years of trying I’d never mapped
the whole thing. You might think that it was because I was lazy, but the real reason is
because it’s easy to get lost.

On this unfortunate day I was wandering around the deepest parts of the bush when I
was suddenly hit on the head by a falling log, instantly knocked unconscious. When
I woke up it was already dark and when I tried to turn my flashlight on it barely
flickered, the result was expected because I’d landed on it when I’d fallen. After
searching around for what seemed like an age I finally just gave up, falling over a
stone. Sending me sprawling.

After all of that my head was getting pretty sore, because when I tried to stand up I fell down again. Hurt but determined I rose up again but this time I tripped over some tree roots and rolled down a hill, landing inside of someone’s backyard. Seconds later a dog started barking and someone ran over to me and asked for the reason why I was in their property, and I replied with ‘I got lost’.