Saturday, May 29, 2010

DYING - A 50 WORD PHOTOSTORY



It was on Monday when Joe first saw the colours surrounding people. The red round Mrs Robins was so strong he couldn’t look at her. His friend Caryn was yellow, like sunlight. He ran home. Gasped as he saw the bright beautiful white light coming from where his father waited.



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Kathryn's Daily Writing Workout said...

'The sun and the rain can only work together for a short time. It just can't last.'

'But why, Mummy, why?'

'Because there are little pixies at the end of the rainbow and they get cross so they suck up its colour and put it back into pots.'

'Like Daddy?'