Writer of the Week – 24.11.17

A beautiful, descriptive piece by Mya, in Year 4.

As she parked her flying chair that was light as a feather along the bank of River Koh, a dark, ominous, black shadow lurked over her. Suddenly, Zendraya felt a gush of freezing, cold air. The wind stabbed her cheek like icicles. Then, out of nowhere, a giant, colossal spaceship landed a few centimetres before her! Trembling, she took a few steps backwards into the boiling sun that felt like 100 degrees Celsius. She heard the bustling of aliens inside rushing to get ready. Reluctantly stepping forward, Zendraya touched the freezing, rusty body of the ship. Then, a trembling voice came from the spaceship… “is it safe to come out?”