One sunny
afternoon, while my mum cooked eggs
and my dad washed his
floppy fringe, I went
to visit my creepy friend. As I pulled up on his driveway, I noticed everything
about his house was grey; like a haunted house! I looked through the clouded
window to see the pale face of my friend, Cole. I waved, but he just stood
there, staring. I knocked on the door then entered the building. "Welcome,
Fred," Cole said shrilly. The light began flickering and his black hair
stood on end. "To your doom!" he exclaimed as I got knocked out
cold....
Hi Tom,
ReplyDeleteWow! I am really impressed with your 100WC. It is exciting and an excellent use of the prompt words.
One question-if your friend is so creepy, why did you go visit him?!
Keep up the excellent work,
Ciara (Team 100)
Wicklow, Ireland
Love your story, Tom, but I don't get the last part...
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