Quick Write

Quick Write

Sunlight filtered down through the canopy of trees...
My private helicopter soared above like a bright spark. It was only a dot in the sky as the radiant blue continued for centuries. I was kitted to jump, and savoured what would probably be the last moments of my life. "It's time to go!" Junior, my jumping companion said. My toes hung off the edge of the helicopter as he ran me through the safety briefing. He attached his suit to mine and told me to "JUUUMMP!"  I decided if this was going to be the last moment of my life I might as well make the most of it so... I turned around (so that my ankles were now hanging off the edge) and jumped doing a backwards somersault in the air. The cold, fresh air whipped my face. Junior told me to press the green button on my suit. I felt the parachute catch the air as we slowly drifted down like a feather more than 500 ft from the ground. Slowly I felt my feet touch the soft ground. I collapsed onto my knees as I kissed the ground. I had survived!

Day at the beach

Quick Write

By Kya Solomon

Her soft brown fur buffeted in the wind…

She tilted her head and her sky blue eyes glistened in the bright

sun.

My dog stood radiantly making vague patterns in the sand.

Waves crashed, booming loudly against the sharp rocks.

Grains of sand made her fur shine in the lit up atmosphere.

I tapped down the wooden stairs making my footsteps as quiet

as an owl. Her petite paws dug into the sand like the smallest

russian doll. She hauled herself out of the water as heavy as a

200 pound weight. She bolted along the sand faster than her fur.

I wondered if I would ever catch her! The aroma of fresh

salt and saplings filled the air. Plants scraped roughly

against my skin as I raced my dog towards the stream.

Another beautiful day at the beach!

Speedy, Spectacular, Quick Writes

In Moana pretty much every day we have to do a Quick Write, which is when our teacher gives us a sentence starter (which is highlighted in yellow below) and we have to write a short story beginning with that sentence starter. Here is my story:



Water swirled around my feet as I stood, my feet sinking into the golden sand. The tides continue to wash in and out. I stand there and gaze out at the horizon. Out there waves are crashing loudly, but where i'm standing the ocean is as calm as the bright blue sky up above.

I trudge up the glistening sand and place my towel up on a nice dry spot. The sun starts to rise and the sky turns pink. The calm ocean numbs my toes as I bravely dive into the deep blue liquid. I feel my hair sweep behind me, and the water rush down my neck, through my arms, down my stomach and my legs, then tickle the tips of my toes. An icy blast of air whips my neck as I slowly arise out of the water. I race to shore, grab my towel and quickly run home. I wash the sand that covers my small feet off under the hose. Then I jump into the warm bath that speedily warms my limbs. What a great lifestyle!