A Special Place

(A short piece of descriptive writing)

We have one room in our house and it's not leasant, the room has a ghoslty presence, almost eerie. The curtains hand limply from the cold metal bar, in tatters and completely worn. The windows are stained with lime coloured dirt, the paint work is peelin. Next to the window there hangs a heavy, thick belt that I get struck with almost everyday.
But that's not the worst. At night I have to sleep under a creepy, dingy, dusty bed with cobwebs enclosed around me. The air is stale and dust lies heavy in the air like a large blanket, and we are concealed under. It is always draughty and chilly. We eat on a tall, uncomfortable wooden chair around a small, black stove surrounded by a brick wall.
There is never a smile just grim faces, almost every time I look at my mother I see a tear running down her face, or the room itself seems to weep as water trickles through a leak in the ceiling.

Georgina 6R

My favourite room is small. The curtains have a faded pattern that disappears into the fabric. The paint is old and is a very, very pale blue. The fire is warm and comforting and never ceases to give me pleasure. The table has a red carpet on it, which has been worn down over the years from so many people coming and going. There is an armchair that has a cream coloured cover with small forget-me-nots on it. There is a settee too, where I sit and even lie when I am ill. This settee is much nicer that any other I have ever found. The watercolour pictures on the wass are of the beautifull countryside outside. In the corner lies my bed where I sleep at night. The mattress is soft as if it just has feathers in it and the duvet is just the right thickness. The pillows are thin but they do their service. This is the room I love and I will not leave it for years until I am grown up.

Grace 6W

There is a room in my house that's not the best place of all places! When you open the door you get enclosed in a big, thick cloud of dust. It's dark, but when your eyes adjust you see a glimmer in the distance. You try to follow that glimmer but something strikes you. And you're falling. Just falling into darkness and you hear the sound of music. There is a door and you go in and .......
A zombie meets you at the door! You run but you find a whole party of dumbstruck zombies, ghosts and ghouls.
Then you realise.
The room is old and mangled like a dog had attacked it. There were dark, damp curtains with mould slowly climbing up them.

Sara 6W

In my town there is a lane where nobody dares to go. Nobody lives there and nobody wants to know what happens there. I have looked down there from my window and I saw cobwebs that were gleaming in the moonlight and shadows in the darkness.
Some people say that there are zombies down there and other people say we just don't know. I live right next to this haunted lane and I am frightened to death in the night. I hear all of these strange noises coming from there and my bones tremble with fright.
Somtimes I hear crunching noises and I wonder what is happening down there.
I told my mum and dad once and they said, "Maddy, you have such an imagination!"
I think that you just don't know what is happening down in the lane where nobody dares to go!

Maddy 6R

I went into a house and went into the first room. There was a warm fire glistening, and beautiful long, silk curtains drawn so you could not see the darkness. There was a lovely embroidered rug laying in front of the fire with a dog laying on it, not seeming to mind us. Then my eyes moved to look at this table near the window, set for two, with a delicious meal on it. The lady who owned the house told me to sit down and enjoy. I was so glad, I hadn't eaten a good meal for days. Then there was a dessert, which I had never had before; it was lovely.
Now I have gone back home I will always remember the first time I went into that house and into that room and that lovely lady who looked after me.
I am always allowed to go back, the lady said.

Bethany 6W

We have a room of skins hanging up on the walls. A warm fire is the only light as we sit huddled in a group in the dim light. A gently coo can be heard from an owl outside. The curtains are crimson, which can only be made out as a dark red. The wallpaper is a dark green. There is a carpet of velvet unning through your toes. A bed for a small child and a thin pillow lay crumpled at the end. I lay on the bed - the cover had flowers decorated around the edges. It was so soft. I felt weak against the duvet as it was so heavy.
I would not leave nor would the others.
It was just perfect.

Natalia 6R