Hey readers,
This week i have been working on a story from pobble 369. Here it is!
My turtle stopped suddenly, but I kept going. Then the ground below me started to shake.
“Ahh!” I was falling. A hint of the smell of damp books hit my nose, combined with infuriating scents.
It was pitch black until this sparkly light shone through the darkness. I could hear the fluttering of books as
I kept on falling. I tried to hold on to the oak brown pieces of wood surrounding the library.
The wood broke and I was still falling. As I was falling I could feel the crumbles from books fall on me,
making my skin feel like an old lady. Finally I slowed down and got a hold of a strong piece of wood.
I looked around and all the ancient books surrounded me. One of the books caught my attention as I
recognised the title. It was about Ihaka who wrote a diary about his journey with his Iwi,
Ngati kahungunu. I was so curious so I reached out to grab it but a gust of wind took over.
I lost hold of the piece of wood and started stumbling down again.
I opened up my mouth to scream but stale air filled my lungs. Rocks were caving in.
I started to get a bit claustrophobic. As I kept falling I could smell the wood rotting. Ew. I looked up.
The hole I had fallen into was getting smaller and smaller. A gust of wind was making my eyes blurry
and I closed my eyes. I was getting goosebumps from the cold air. There was a sudden change in the
wind. A few hours passed and I could smell my armpits getting sweatier and sweatier.
My journey carried on.
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