English - Pupil Work
The wind howled across the barnacled valleys of Northumberland. Rodents stirred in the bushes adorning the mountainsides, the turbid sky roared with thunder as drops of rain festooned every shrub, tree, rock or house that stood upon the muddy earth. The locals recoiled from the street of the small hamlets that littered the barren land as puddles formed like mould, devouring the murky streets in a monotonous grey and brown. Lights flickered in the houses as the streets became silent save the strident howls of the sky. The sky became darker, the air thick with rain and the ground muddled with water. The lights of the various houses gleamed in the darkening night; scowling eyes peered through them, disgusted at this opprobrium of weather. In the early hours of the morning, the clouds came to a repose and the howling ceased its impertinence. Villagers watched incredulously at this remarkable change as the sanguine sun shone through the delicate cloud.
Sam J - Year 8
Inspired by ‘Jane Eyre’.
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