Writing orientation

Who is she?

She is a girl called Jill

Where is she?

She is in the grass plains

What is she running from

She is running from a meteorite being dropped.

Human

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The day of dinosaur extinction

Jill was lying down in the grassy plains gazing up into the bright blue sky, there were no clouds in sight except for a star (Wait a star?). This wasn’t normally something you see in the day.

It was very big, maybe a bit too big, and she wondered why it was there, but in the end she dismissed it as a trick of the light.

The next day

Jill looked up again and saw two suns. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ She thought to herself.

She didn’t know, however, that it was Halley's Comet, and it was heading towards Earth faster than a bullet being shot from the barrel of a gun. It was gigantic and it was falling towards the ocean.

SPLASH!

A giant wave of destruction developed as a tsunami, then a nuclear blast, hit the US, wiping out everything in it’s path. She then saw a tree get swallowed by flames, as the fire spread. She knew she wouldn’t survive. She ran as fast as she could in the vain hope of living a few seconds longer. The comet crept closer chasing Jill. She looked back (even though she was told to never look back by her auntie). The wave hit her and everything went white...

“AAAHHHHHH!!!” Jill cried out.

“Another bad dream about a meteorite huh?,” questioned her dad “I saw you tossing and turning when I came to wake you up.”

“Ye---s it was a--bad dream,” Jill gasped.

“You should stop reading those dinosaur books about extinction, this is the fifth time!” Her dad said exasperatedly.

“But-” Jill protested

Her dad cut her off “NO! You will stop reading those books!”

Jill slumped back onto her bed “Fine.”

Her dad stormed out of the room, then Jill turned facing the window. She gasped, her wide eyes reflecting the big...red...meteorite.

This term we have been learning to write narratives. We used the picture prompt below to help us imagine how this situation came about. We tried to hook our audience in by thinking about the pace of events and the pictures we painted with words.