Broken Rock, paper, scissors

this week we have been writing a story about a clip we watched it was about a Scissor  person a Paper person and a Rock person we were making it like we were one of the three characters and wrote what they had as their view this is my writing enjoy -Lucas. S

First, I popped out of a pile of rocks and looked over a ledge. I saw a garden of flowers that were all different colours. It looked like a happy place. Around the flowers was a wooden fence, enclosing the garden from the forest and the animals that could destroy them.

I saw the paper person in the field of flowers, dancing and helping them grow. She wore

a skirt made of paper and a crown made of flowers of all different colours, on her head, she looked beautiful.

Suddenly, I heard trees getting cut down. I looked into the distance and saw the scissor guy approaching the paper person at a terrific speed. He was cutting down everything that stood in his way.

I leant forward, a bit to far, as the rock under my hand crumbled off. This caused me to fall down towards the paper person. I tumbled down and crashed into the fence, with my head. Luckily, my head was made of rock so it did nothing at all.

She climbed over the fence towards me I got up and looked her in the eye. I pointed towards the trees and motioned for her to come with me. I grabbed her hand and tryed to pull her but my hand crumbled so I let go just as we heard the sound of cutting, so she agreed to come.

we ran but we came up against a dead end...

The scissor guy approached standing on flowers as he walked, towards us which made the paper person get so angry that she charged at him but he simply cut her in half knocking her to the side. I ran to the paper person but was ambushed on my way by the scissor guy.

I punched him away as hard as I could sending him a far distance from me, then I jumped as high as I could and punched as hard as I could exactly where the scissor guy was standing, the force of the punch smashed him into bits. Which scattered everywhere on the ground.

I ran to the paper person and picked her up my arms my hands crumbled but i didn’t care I carried her for what seemed like miles. Until I reached a comfy leaf I lay her on the leaf as I fell crumbling to the ground in bits.

By Lucas sumpter