I used to
love roaming the graveyard, the birds, the bugs, the surroundings. I would sit
for hours beside Violet, my best friend’s grave wishing that dad would care
about me, but of course he never will.
Violet is my
best friend, sometimes we’d chat all day about our thoughts and feelings, of
course I always done the talking.
My story
started when I was wandering around the soldiers, as I looked down I was
astounded to see a shimmery object hung on a grave. As I picked it up I saw
that it was a ring with an engraving on it. Just before I read it I turned to
Violets grave, that’s when she spoke to me.
“ Deaths a charm.”
How spooky Tina. Your writing had me hooked and your punctuation is excellent. Just think about apostrophes for possession. (Violet's grave)
ReplyDeleteVery good, Tina.
ReplyDeleteA different - and interesting - idea than the norm, and all the better for that!
your story was very intresting from jessie
ReplyDeleteA very good and interesting story well done x
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