Our quiet place

We have been learning to show and not tell when we are writing.

I have a quiet place at the beach. I hear waves. Then my dad came on the motorbike and it was not quiet any more.

By Jamie

I was in the cupboard hiding under the blanket. Reading a story to myself in the light.

By Finn T

In the corner nearly at the curtain, I bend down with some paper and coloured pens. I lean against the wall drawing a picture and writing about it. The window is open and I hear birds chirping and the sound of the pencils on the paper.

By Montana