Thursday, 9 March 2017

The piano - paragraph 1 from my story

As he walked into the room he hesitated to take another step onto the withered floor boards.     
He walked to his despised piano. His pale white fingers moving from one key to another. His cold-blue eyes had tears dripping down his face full of sorrow. He solemnly started the tune DING!! Abruptly memories came swirling in his 
crying in sadness he kept playing.



By J.M   Year 6

No comments:

Post a Comment

Comments are all checked before they go live onto the blog, so please be patient.