Thursday 31 October 2013

My Narrative Story About The Tornado:)



As I stand in front of the fields the wind blows across my face.As it felt like it was blowing me harder and harder.It whirls up all the sheep and the chicken I can realise it was a tornado.I look around with fear people are running away but they keep on getting blown inside the tornado.I try to help, but I was to afraid.I see cars crashing into buildings, Building collapsing on the ground.I run faster but I feel something pushing me back.

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