It was a cold winter morning. A lonely tree stood in a paddock blowing and whistling in the wind. It was a horrid pitch black tree, which had lost all of it leaves. All that was left was branches falling off, from the top to the bottom.
It was like a ghost town because it was completely silent. Not even one noise could be heard, not even a bird was making a noise. The background was full of fog it felt extremely cold. The grass was a dark apple green.
I stood beneath the towering tree. I was extremely scared that I could not even take a single breath. I was shaking like someone had pushed me in a very cold lake. I turned quickly and ran into my house, rushed into my room and reached for my teddy. I cuddled it until the mist and scary day was completely over.
Emily
Friday 8 July 2011
The Tree
The damp frosty air froze the innocent bits of tiny green grass. The dark naked tree stood still and quiet as the rustling wind scattered across the dark bark of the tree.
I slowly started across the freezing, crystal frosty grass towards the dark, naked tree. I sat down and the rustle of the small branches sounded like flies desperately crashing against the thin window trying to get out.
When I was sitting down I thought about the tree and its thin branches, dark brown bark and the fact that there was not a single leaf on it. Suddenly I heard a voice. A cold feeling rushed down my throat. Someone was watching me! Who was that person?
I quickly stood up as the noise faded in the distance and I turned around. No one was there. I sprinted down the foggy field and ran down the road back to where my house was and I was safe.
By Ben
I slowly started across the freezing, crystal frosty grass towards the dark, naked tree. I sat down and the rustle of the small branches sounded like flies desperately crashing against the thin window trying to get out.
When I was sitting down I thought about the tree and its thin branches, dark brown bark and the fact that there was not a single leaf on it. Suddenly I heard a voice. A cold feeling rushed down my throat. Someone was watching me! Who was that person?
I quickly stood up as the noise faded in the distance and I turned around. No one was there. I sprinted down the foggy field and ran down the road back to where my house was and I was safe.
By Ben
In the Mist
The swirling mist flew swiftly through the chilly air and settled around a bare lonely tree. The trees branches were only just visible in the morning gloom. The dark branches on the tree were tangled and ragged, they swayed slightly in the gentle breeze. The pea green grass surrounding the tree was sparkling with crystal coloured frost, making everything have a magical feel to it. You could hear nothing. Not even the slightest noise or a bird. The whole place was coated in silence.
A swing was hanging dejectedly on the trees worn branches. It had been sitting in the silence, hanging on the trees for centuries. For the first time in many years the silence was broken as a young girl crunched on the frost. The delicately formed dewdrops burst as she gently stood on them. She sat on the dusty swing and thought. The only noise for miles was the sound of the old rusty swing ropes creaking gently as the swing moved. Goosebumps prickled the girl’s skin. She was afraid of the deathly silence and ghostly whispers. She ran.
The wind whistled in her ears and she was gone. The tree in the paddock had banished its intruder, leaving it coated in silence once again.
By Georgia
A swing was hanging dejectedly on the trees worn branches. It had been sitting in the silence, hanging on the trees for centuries. For the first time in many years the silence was broken as a young girl crunched on the frost. The delicately formed dewdrops burst as she gently stood on them. She sat on the dusty swing and thought. The only noise for miles was the sound of the old rusty swing ropes creaking gently as the swing moved. Goosebumps prickled the girl’s skin. She was afraid of the deathly silence and ghostly whispers. She ran.
The wind whistled in her ears and she was gone. The tree in the paddock had banished its intruder, leaving it coated in silence once again.
By Georgia
An Unusual Day
It was a cold shivering morning when a foggy mist took over the horizon and drifted through the country side .
The wind howled like wolves as the naked tree in distance crippled to bits.
Bark was scavenged from the tree as the howling wind fiercely collided with it.
Throughout the ghostly mist a glimpse in the distance slowly captured my eye I glared for a while at the beautiful grain field as it sparkled through the fog .
It was like a golden sea as the wind swiftly swayed it left to right shining in the mist.
The lime green grass then lifted beneath my feet as a light breeze swayed across my forehead I stopped when all of a
sudden an outline of a tree appeared out of nowhere.
Goosebumps poured across my body as it looked like a ghostly galleon sailing towards me I stared for a while then fainted.
By Izaya
The wind howled like wolves as the naked tree in distance crippled to bits.
Bark was scavenged from the tree as the howling wind fiercely collided with it.
Throughout the ghostly mist a glimpse in the distance slowly captured my eye I glared for a while at the beautiful grain field as it sparkled through the fog .
It was like a golden sea as the wind swiftly swayed it left to right shining in the mist.
The lime green grass then lifted beneath my feet as a light breeze swayed across my forehead I stopped when all of a
sudden an outline of a tree appeared out of nowhere.
Goosebumps poured across my body as it looked like a ghostly galleon sailing towards me I stared for a while then fainted.
By Izaya
The Winter Tree
Swish! The wind blew softly through the dark haunted, frosty tree with a violet sunrise in the distance. There was crackling frost on the dark green meadow floor. I could feel the icy cold breeze brushing into my face. It felt like I was frozen.
I walked out on to the dark crunching dew with my bear feet. Through the misty fog I stared down o the haunted tree.
I looked up and saw the rustling branches in the high tree.
Shivers crept down my back. I knew something was wrong and I slowly crept backwards towards my house and sat down by the fire.
By Ivan
I walked out on to the dark crunching dew with my bear feet. Through the misty fog I stared down o the haunted tree.
I looked up and saw the rustling branches in the high tree.
Shivers crept down my back. I knew something was wrong and I slowly crept backwards towards my house and sat down by the fire.
By Ivan
Earthquake Earth…What?
A cold mist set in as the day drew to a foggy day. A bare tree crept into being a silent tree. The branches never twitched a bit as the wind never made a sound. Everything was silent.
A house sat near that tree. Its paint was as old as a person. As the wind came in and blew it with such force, it almost lost the roof.
Bill was peering at the naked tree outside, wondering what he could use it for. He also saw a lightning bolt flash into the raging grass as sound shocked the air with the big bang.
“Earthquake!” Bills mother shouted as she rushed under the wooden table, clinging to a wooden chair that was tucked in.
“That was only lightning,” Bill whispered as he started staring at the tree again.
By Arapeta
A house sat near that tree. Its paint was as old as a person. As the wind came in and blew it with such force, it almost lost the roof.
Bill was peering at the naked tree outside, wondering what he could use it for. He also saw a lightning bolt flash into the raging grass as sound shocked the air with the big bang.
“Earthquake!” Bills mother shouted as she rushed under the wooden table, clinging to a wooden chair that was tucked in.
“That was only lightning,” Bill whispered as he started staring at the tree again.
By Arapeta
Winter Tree Stories
WALT Describe the setting.
In Space 17 we have been working hard to write descriptive stories which describe the setting so the reader can imagine they are there! We wrote stories to describe a picture of a lonely winter tree. We used our imagination and creativity to write about what we could see, feel, and hear. We hope you like our winter tree stories.
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