Wednesday, 1 March 2017
The Last Crops of Summer
I was so sad to see the last crops of summer fly away from our magical farm. Now we have to wait a whole year for the next harvest! I picked the last corn which was bright, yellow and placed it in my light, brown basket. I was skipping home checking to see if I forgot any corn however I discovered a remarkable flower. It's petal's were red and glistened in the summer's sun. I picked it up gingerly and ran home to my mother to give her, the precious flower.
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I like how you skipped home. IT shows the readers that you are in a happy mood even though the crops were gone. It shows that there is always next time.
I really like your story
Sorry I don't like Corn!!!!!
Lovely warm images of a Summer afternoon.
Don't over-use commas; you don't need them between "bright" and "yellow" or "light" and "brown", nor in the last sentence.
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