W.A.L.T- Today we are learning to write narratives.
I really enjoyed using my imagination for this story, I also really like the story starter as well. But I found it hard to figure out how to end the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy! And feel free to give me some feedback! And check out the rest of my blog!
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The story starter picture.
The Bull Chase
It was the day for the bull run, the town square was full of life. I could smell the fresh tacos being made, this place and time was the best time to sell food. I lined up for the run, sweat was dripping from my head like a tap that hadn’t been turned off properly. All the people around me looked nervous and sweaty too. All the people that were doing the run wore white T-shirts to signify that they were doing the run. It was a tradition for all the men that came of age. I wore baggy shorts and a baggy T-shirt that stuck to the sweaty parts of my body. I could hear the bulls getting ready, their hooves were stomping furiously like a thunderstorm. Everyone was holding their breath until… the horn blew.
We all bolted the thundering hooves shook the earth. My entire focus was to get to the end without being stabbed with the bulls monstrous horns. People from the side lines were cheering and saying the often “Awe” when someone got hit. I turned my head around to see the bulls, which I knew was a bad idea because it slowed me down. I seized a bulls attention, its eyes stared me down like a lioness in the savanna hunting a zebra, and this time I was the zebra. The bull chased me off course, startling everyone around me. I could hears its hooves behind me and it's bell around its neck jingling around. It chased me to the small harbor where most tourist would go, but instead today they were at the bull chase. I thought going into the water was a good idea so I did. I jumped into the salty water, the water only going up to my ankles. I could hear the bull splashing in behind me, the water splashed up soaking every inch on my body making my t-shirt see through. I kept running unaware of the drop off that laid ahead. I fell my head and body getting dunked into the cold water. I tried Trying to gasp for air as I bobbed up and down. I could feel the bulls breath behind me, I winced at every movement of the bull. I shivered in the cold water thinking this was the end. I could feel my shirt being lifted as well as me. Was it my saviors? I thought in confusion. I rotated my head around to be greeted with the foul smell of bull breath…
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