Asher, in KS4, has written a beautiful, evocative short story full of imagery and clever sentence structures. We felt it was so good we had to share it!
Write a story that is inspired by the image on this blog.
Tommy paused in the clearing, grinning, his tail swaying side to side like a pendulum. His cheeks were flushed, and there was dirt on his knees from skidding through the mud earlier. “Face it, Ran-you’re just mad I’m faster than you.”
“You tripped on a squirrel nest 5 minutes ago!” Ranboo snapped playfully, catching up with long, graceful strides “They chased you.”
Tubbo bent over laughing. “You screamed so loud! It was like REEEEEEEE-!”
Tommy shoved him lightly, but he was laughing too. “Theywere terrifying, okay?! You weren’t there!”
“I was there.” Tubbo giggled. “One of them bit yourtail!”
Tommy gasped dramatically, clutching said tail. “He tried toeat me. I was nearly a raccoon snack!”
They all fell into a giggling pile of limbs and grass at thebase of a tree. The wind rustled gently above them, whispering secrets throughthe branches. Birds chirped overhead. For a while, they just lay there,listening to the soft heartbeat of the forest. Tommy had his head on Tubbosshoulder, Tubbo was practically sitting on Ranboo at this point. Yet none ofthem minded how close they all were.
“I like it here,” Tubbo murmured after a moment, fiddlingwith a clover he plucked from the ground. “It’s quiet. But not in a boring way.It's like the trees are listening.”
Ranboo nodded. “Yeah I always feel less weird here.”
“You're not weird,” Tommy said, sitting up and tossing astick towards a squirrel. “You’re just a tall, teleporting, void-eyed freak.”
Ranboo kicked him lightly. “Thanks.”
They stayed out until the sun dipped low and the sky turned orange and pink, painting the treetops in a dreamy colour. As they wandered back home, the crickets started to chirp, and fireflies danced across their heads.
