Monday 15th June 2015
WALT: Write a short, engaging narrative using Minecraft to inspire our writing.
As my eyes opened up wide, everything turned squared, was that normal. There in-front of me was a swell of disheveled, bronze water, with elderly towering oak trees swaying in the biddable breeze.
Bashed and bruised I kept on hitting the tree. Suddenly a white clouded creature pasted me. I decided to make a crafting table. After I created an axe. I began to build a house.
On spur of the moment it turned to crepuscular. Fearful, panicky and petrified I ran away not
I looked left , right and centre : zombies, spiders, skeletons and creepers. I screamed but nothing came out, was this the end. Soon I knew I wasn’t going to survive.