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Roof hanging off. It was a disastrous sight. The wreck was rusted and too damaged to even guess how long ago it had crashed.
The whole atmosphere of the place gave me a slight feeling of nausea and apprehension as I paced around the town. I needed to get out as soon as I could.
It felt like the sky and trees were closing in on me. It felt like I was in a dream but couldn’t get out. I knew it was real but forgot everything. My mind was destroying itself. Every last ounce of strength I once had was now diminished. It felt like my lungs were folding in on me. My knees gave out and I found myself on the dusty ground clutching my burning chest like I was holding onto dear life. My vision; hazy. My limbs; weak. My body; shutting down.
Houses looked on as if they were sneering at me. Trees swayed as if they were cheering on the pain. Cars sitting, staring as if to say, ‘this is what you deserve’.A person appeared in front of me. He wore a smirk, looking down on me. Amber eyes full of mischief danced
around his face; a dark, villainous expression. His arms, face and hands were littered with scratches, bruises, scars and mud. His poor state made me wonder how long he had been here.
His eyes dilated when he stared at me more closely. Examining me. Taking a step back, the sky and its gloomy clouds darkened along with the man’s expression. Widening the smirk when the dome of clouds rumbled he mumbled, “The perfect setting.”
By Madison Hill Extract 2
Stood among the abandoned houses and overgrown gardens, I anticipated the worst. The bleak and sullen sky hung there like an old cloth rag. Doors banged. Windows swung loosely on their hinges. Husks of cars, smashed and broken, lay useless at the side of the road.
I walked over to one of the grey houses with its smashed windows. There was an old chime bell hanging by the front door……
Important Dates for GCSE English: English Language
Paper 1: 5th June 2018 Paper 2: 8th June 2018
English Literature
Paper 1: 22nd May 2018 Paper 2: 25th May 2018
it reminded me of when I had a little sister. I entered, pushing the memory to the back of my mind. It was a family house that had probably been a happy place but the family were long gone; probably dead after the war.
I went into the kitchen searching for food. Hunger drove me to search the empty cupboards. I soon gave up and went upstairs; into the child’s bedroom.
There were two small beds and one cot. I never took much in until I saw something lying in the cot…….
By Lauren Strand
www.matravers.wilts.sch.uk
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