Thursday, 27 February 2014

THE ISLAND - By Cameron

The deep blue waves glide across the shimmering sea.  The sand is as small as soot.  I see rattle snakes rattling their tails, venom dripping from their fangs.  Red backs are crawling towards me like spies.  Trees with brown bark peeling off them, sway as if they can move.

1 comment:

  1. I liked the way you said venom dripping from their fangs