Brad's+Descriptive+writing

Aaaahhh!! My arm you bit my arm!!Ouch I could hear the screams of people being killed by the brutal enemy. All of the huge as boats were so noisy that it sounded like a gun had just gone off right in my sensitive ear. The reeking smell of rotting floor boards stunk just like the all the mouldy meat from the burnt down butcher back in New Zealand. I could feel the the sadness and sickness of people rushing through me like lightning on a dark stormy night. I could see the see sadness and death in everybody’s pale face and eyes. I just thought of the best song ever “THAT GOOD OLD MARCH”.  Every time that I think of that old and sad song instantly I feel just like a bee with millions of tonnes of honey.   By Brad