Thirst

 In class, we are learning to use figurative language and other stuff.  

To ensure we knew this we carried on a text, Thirst. 

This is my carry-on from Thirst.

Hot Task Week 6 Creative Writing (Alice’s)

Task: Write the last event, solution, and ending of the story, Thirst.

Remember to include show not tell, interesting sentence types and figurative language

Characters

Ryders - mood/feeling - sadness, guilt

Dad  - mood/feeling - disappointment

Mum - Mood/feeling - disappointment

Brooke - mood/feeling - sadness, guilt

Thirst carry-on.

His voice rumbled through the trees, scattering the flock of birds that had been perched at the cans quenching their thirst.

Most exciting part

I looked at dad, fear throttling me. I was done and dusted, literally. 

Dad was searching for me all around. “Ryder! Ryder! Come here!” I shivered at the thought of what he was going to do. My eyes were too dry to cry. I tried holding in a sneeze, but it was no use. The sneeze echoed through the maze of branches and alerted Dad to where my world would end. His eyes darted in my direction. He found me. 

Kind of exciting part

Dad and Mum looked at me, their eyes piercing into my poor soul. The more they looked at us, the more the guilt grew inside.

I looked at Brooke, already drenched in tears, like a baby without food. Then Dad started, “I know you want to help this family, but you need to understand what your mum and I already face enough for you two, ok? Now,  I need you to apologize to the Carters and do something nice for them.” In only a matter of time, our doorbell rang, DDDDRRRING!

It was Mrs. Carter.

Resolution/Solution/Ending

She got straight to the point. “Hello, I know this is short notice, but do you know the thief of our water?” Now was my shiny, golden chance. “It was me, miss, b-b-but I’ll do anything! Just don’t get my mum and dad fired.” I knew she would get dad and mum fired. I knew she was going to start throwing things at us. I knew she was going to throw a tantrum. “Whatever do you mean? I just wanted at least someone to own up, and, wow, I won’t fire your mum or dad!” My face melted. The rain clouds scratched the sun out of the sky. Then, something trickled down my face. Rain.

The End

Something I could work on is using more interesting sentence types.