Sarah B
Sarah always searches for the best verb she can find. Verbs help your readers feel, nouns help your readers to see.
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The man slinked around the corner. No one noticed him except me.
His backpack was bulging. People crowded the footpath, rushing to get to work. A strange feeling was welling up inside me. I had to know who this guy was and what he was doing. As soon as I saw him come out from Pascals' I knew something was not right. That old shop had been boarded up for years. No one had been near it because of what happened. I made a detour from my usual route to school just to see where he was going. I turned the corner and followed him. His crimson beanie blended in well with the crowd but to me he stood out like a landmark: dark clothes, dark bag, creepy.
He suddenly turned into a laneway between two tall buildings. I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd to catch up with him. And there I stood at the entrance. A sense of forboding spilled out of that lane. Even in the sunlight it was dark. I could see the man disappearing. I took a tentative step onto the old chipped cobblestones.
Darkness swallowed me up as I made my way further into the unknown. The bricks of the buildings were faded and covered in moss. Rats scampered along the gutters, brushing my feet. A door slamming shut broke the silence.
The man was gone.
Sarah B
His backpack was bulging. People crowded the footpath, rushing to get to work. A strange feeling was welling up inside me. I had to know who this guy was and what he was doing. As soon as I saw him come out from Pascals' I knew something was not right. That old shop had been boarded up for years. No one had been near it because of what happened. I made a detour from my usual route to school just to see where he was going. I turned the corner and followed him. His crimson beanie blended in well with the crowd but to me he stood out like a landmark: dark clothes, dark bag, creepy.
He suddenly turned into a laneway between two tall buildings. I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd to catch up with him. And there I stood at the entrance. A sense of forboding spilled out of that lane. Even in the sunlight it was dark. I could see the man disappearing. I took a tentative step onto the old chipped cobblestones.
Darkness swallowed me up as I made my way further into the unknown. The bricks of the buildings were faded and covered in moss. Rats scampered along the gutters, brushing my feet. A door slamming shut broke the silence.
The man was gone.
Sarah B