1The Funfair
A creative description I wrote in Primary school. I thought it was okay... Not really sure about it.
By Laura
It resembles a wasteland more than a funfair.
Metal monsters loom menacingly, silhouetted against the deep blue sky. They creak like old stairs as the wind pushes them around- grumbling about moving their rusty joints.
An abandoned rollercoaster is at a standstill, the trains long gone, the skeleton little more than rust and dirt. It seems there are more collapsed heaps of rubble than still-standing tracks.
A bleached newspaper bounces along like tumbleweed, its headline forever lost, and kicking up small clouds of dust as it makes its way.
One small, wooden hut boasts the extraordinary future-telling powers of Madame Chebrowski on a weathered black-and-white poster.
Boarded-up food stalls, long forgotten, stand lonely and forlorn with ancient menus and more recent exclamations of 'Sarah + John 4eva' and 'Freddie woz ere 2k6' in bright colours.
None but the wind saw the flashes of yellow approaching the gates. The bulldozers' rumbling noise was whipped away by the wind as they made their way around the theme park.
Lucky 13 Funfair's luck had run out.
That was a bit shorter than I remember...
Oh well. Thoughts?