Today we imagined the fictional setting of Eels Island…

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Posted by Mr Sisterson | Posted in General News | Posted on 06-02-2015

From http://blogof.francescomugnai.com/2013/01/30-of-the-most-beautiful-abandoned-places-and-modern-ruins-ive-ever-seen/

From http://blogof.francescomugnai.com/2013/01/30-of-the-most-beautiful-abandoned-places-and-modern-ruins-ive-ever-seen/

Please leave a comment below – with your first name – that is a descriptive paragraph about the setting. Remember everything you need for Level 4 or more!

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A dark, dull, dead structure, slowly rotting. Vines covering the cathedral like a grass quilt. Light gazing through the shattered colour stained glass.

It looks derelict and petrifiying. It also looks ancient and shattered. The old building could of belonged to a rich man and could of held important speeches.

Thick moss grows on the crumbling walls. The wall is shattering to dust. Broken glass lies on the stone cold floor, ready to cut someone’s flesh.

Moss grows on the disintegrating walls of the derelict cathedral. “Help!” yelled the drenched, isolated girl. CRASH! Waves boomed against the weakening sides. Darkness filled the room…

As ice cold water runs down the derelict cathedral bright morning sunlight shines through the window. With a gust of wind the windows shatter and the thick grey dust falls to the deserted floor of the cathedral.

The setting was dull and the book had lots of action. We never knew that Munchkin had a good side. He is now being nice to Zoe and he told her where her boat is.

The cloudy weather shimmered through the broken stain lasses windows. Ear piercing waves crashed against the crumbling cathedral! Vines tangled in and out of the walls making it like a jungle. Shiny, crystal water slowly drifted through the little stream. Tiny little curves swerve round like a mountain, slippery like seaweed. Disintegrating stones tumble down the walls as people crept around silently. The cathedral bells chime loudly bursting ear drums.

The dark, dull, abandoned cathedral stood so silent you could hear a pin drop. Soft, silky moss covered the walls like wallpaper.

The gloomy mysterious room is freezing and damp the smell is lurking up my nose as I walk in. How could you let this happen to a most beautiful place? Water trickled down the mossy floor. Birds flutter out the holes in the roof.

The old derelict cathedral is crumbling like a cookie.
The moss in the old building is spreading like the plague,
it is so damp that when you stand on the moss water squirts out.

Wow! first impressions are brilliant .Did not expect that, Its very detailed.

As I wandered through the destroyed cathedral of Eels islands. I saw a tiny figure hiding in the dark corner of the cathedral as the moon rose I saw it was an adult wearing torn white clothes.

Through the fine, dusty air the light embraced the insides of the derelict cathedral. Blinding and warming the starved people within its damp walls. Illuminating green vines that run up the poor brickwork and the moss that grows near them.

A dull light emerged through the shattered glass. Cracks erupted with rats, which eliminated the exploits of the extraordinary. The vines littered the damp, moss- covered floor! Something about the place made it evil.

That house looks really creepy.

The deserted cathedral
As I walked in to the deserted cathedral, it felt like I was in another world, I said to my self is this real? Or am I imagining this? I couldn’t see anything except for a source of light beaming through the ceiling. When I was creeping down the corridor, my trembling hand was running down the rough, damp, rotten and decayed wall. The smell of rotting decay hit me when I crept in to the room.
I came upon a creaky door and as I stepped through I saw a vast opening that was filled with a wild vegetation and rubble.
Why is this place deserted? As I was walking further in to the room there was a Stoney river that I see in the corner of my eye.
When this appeared to me I was thinking to myself why is this here? And how?
As I walked deeper in to the room I saw an outline of a figure in the corner of the room looking right back at me.
Thick moss grows on the crumbling walls. The wall is shattering to dust. Broken glass lies on the stone cold floor, ready to cut someone’s flesh.
A dark, dull, dead structure, slowly rotting. Vines covering the cathedral like a grass quilt. Light gazing through the shattered colour stained glass.
My heart was in my throat as I turned to run feeling the hot rancid breath on the back of my neck.

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