YEAR 6 CREATIVEWRITING
be wading through rivers or climbing up mountains, Torak had to reach the mountain of the World Spirit. Part of Torak nagged at him to give up and live a normal life on his own, but the other part was telling him that he had sworn to reach the World Spirit or die to his father and even if he did give up the bear would surely eventually kill him. Wolf whined that he was hungry, completely unknowing of what he would have to face as the time passed by. Suddenly, a pack of youthful deer passed by and Torak realised how starving he was. As quick as a flash, Torak wielding his bow and arrow took aim and fired. As he released the arrow it soared through the air and found its mark on the deer and it fell helplessly. The rest of the deer herd scampered off leaving the deer carcass behind. A smile whipped over Torak as he bent down to inspect the body. Proud as he was for making his second kill ever on his own, Torak had to get to work before the flies came. Wolf howled in delight, for he probably had never seen an animal killed from such a long distance before. Torak then thought of what his father would have said; he probably would have patted him on the back and congratulated him. Torak fumbled around for some leather cloth to wipe away its blood. Pulling the arrow out of the back of the deer Torak started to see flies and ravens swarming in. Hastily he set alight some twigs and leaves and threw them up into the air. Getting Torak’s message, the creatures started to disperse amongst the smoke and the pests soon flew away. Pleased with himself, Torak set to work.
It’s strenuous not to implode and succumb to further sadness. I stare intently at the picture with a glint of happiness in my eye as my loved ones stare back. Stepping cautiously down to metal steps, I enter my cramped dorm and vouch to remain strong. Tomorrow will bring me something positive, I just know it… Sam Morrissey, 6W
Torak pushes on (based on the novel of Wolf Brother)
Pain swept over Torak as he stumbled over a rock and fell into a thorny bramble bush. Torak lay there for a moment, watching wolf lick his paws. “Torak, run.” That’s what he thought his father had said in his final farewell. Torak couldn’t remember the exact words, but he remembered the general gist. Peering through the drooping leaves, which only let through small wisps of the gleaming moon, Torak saw the vast landscape stretching out as far as the eye could see. Towering mountains loomed over the forest, threatening to send heavy storms that would tear the forest apart. Slowly, Torak brought himself to his feet. Lonely, tired and hungry he pressed on knowing time was against him. It must have been so hard for wolf, for Torak, one minute everything was normal, and then the next the whole of his pack was killed. Torak then thought about his own family and he felt engulfed in sadness. However, whatever it took, whether that
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