This work was chosen because it gave Miss Jones goose bumps!

I could see sparks from the fire flickering in the pitch black sky. I could feel the cold breeze on my skin. I was roasting delicious, white marshmallows on the fire. After, my friend ate his marshmallows, he started to feel dozy. How long would it be until sunset?

When the bright sun started to fade away, it slinked through the ghastly sky, slid through the wet willow tunnel and it dashed through the squelchy, brown mud to where my tent lay.

I could hear howling in the distance it was getting closer towards me. Was that just me or was that a real wolf? My legs froze. I was hyperventilating. IT WAS A WEREWOLF! Its teeth were as sharp as a dagger and blood was dripping from his mouth.

By Bikramjeet

Class 3J