The Castle of Doom

We have been working on writing good beginnings to our narratives. We had to use language features like similes and metaphors as well as exciting vocabulary. This is my one.

The castle that had stood by the sea for one hundred years was howling at me as the wind swirled among the dark and empty rooms. The crumbled walls looked as if they were begging to fall down and be relieved of the pain of holding up the heavy slate roof.

The cliff that it sat on was carved into the face of the first King to rule Antopia. The raging sea had worn away at the nose and mouth, as for the city nothing was left except for battered walls and rotting wood.

The hairs on my legs were standing like soldiers in the snow. The smell of decay assaulted my nostrils as I paddled on grimly. My boat was swaying from side to side, when suddenly my paddle slipped.

"Ahhh!"

I gained my control again but only just, my oar must have got caught in the seaweed.

My hands were sweating madly and I was breathing like a fish out of water. The castle didn't seem to be getting any closer and I realised the current must be pulling me away...

By Chris D.