Pluck, Clare pulled an apple off a ripe, juicy tree. A lace shadow carpeted the floor. Clare heard something creep towards her. She thought nothing of it and tore a large chunk out of the apple. Crunch! She heard it again but this time the leaves rustled like a hurricane. Sweat beads gripped her face. The crunching noise was like crumbling bones. All her thoughts spun like a tornado in her head. Regret filled her eyes, sweat trickled down onto the ground... she then realise it was only a curious horse looking for food. Giving him the apples, Clare ran off.
by Viola Neuls Humphreys (10)
Forest School, London
Competition - Once Upon a Time
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