fish island

                     Here is my writing

                 They were really moving. They could see ripples forming in the water below. When the windy trees begin to wave the houses begin to scatter. Gracefully the weird looking fish flies into a River of shells. He uses these shells to scratch his itchy belly. 

                                   Day 2:

                           Here is my writing

There was only one way to find out if she was going to stay alive. When the wrinkly old Moulton wood fleas up like a humongous marshmallow. The crispy leaves full slowly on the ice cold over year hard Bridge. Bang thunder lightning forms slowly. 

                            day 3: writhing

             This tree was different to the others. It contained magic. When the ice cold Misty clouds begin to hover this way. The tiny little moon float in the dark sky of blue. Same think was a little bit weird around here. no thank was head around hair.