recently, i have written a 500 word story for my homework, so i decided to share it with you guys:
Usually, this time of year, you would expect sun, warm days and ice cream. But for some truly bizarre reason, there be hail, thunder and many disturbingly-shaped grey clouds. To be honest, we were actually quite joyous of the fact that there was rain, hence living on a farm. Because of the heat-wave earlier on, our crops wouldn’t grow, and eventually wither, thus we had no money to pay the bills. The next day I woke up to see the most supernatural sight ever to be experienced. On-top of the crops we were expecting to sell, there be a stick