Friday, June 12, 2015

Emotive Writing

We were learning to Listen to a something and writing are emotions.
Emotive Writing

I imagined my dad starting up his motor bike, vroom vroom. He put on his helmet and rode of around the corner. Bang! He saw an explosion. He stopped and looked at the damage. It was Sydney Opera House. He called the cops and told them all he saw. The officers came and looked at the damage. The cops said “it must of been a big evil criminal”? A cop was mimicking “I know who it is it is”.

The music stopped.

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