Friday, November 16, 2018

descriptive writing

I’m in the desert climbing the tallest rocky cliff I can find at sun set and the clouds are golden orange and I am hanging off a cliff. Despite the cold wind I are determined to get to the top. My hands feel like they are burning because the hard, rough, sharp rocks.

My harness and climbing gear is very tight and I am high off the ground. I can hear rocks tumbling
and fear they will hit me but they pass safely. Everything is dark with shadow except the ocean
coloured sky and the golden clouds. I am a little bit frightened but keep on climbing. I smell clean
fresh air


  1. Hi Rocco I really like your slide and if you actually went rock climbing In the middle of the Desert you would you think it would be fun scary or Koda

  2. Hi there Rocco, I really like your writing and the picture. Maybe next time you could add another paragraph about what happens next.


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