Room 12 Plimmerton School

We have been working on writing narratives, using metaphors and similies. We compared our "wonderfully tidy bedrooms" to a winters beach. Wikipaedia was a great help!Hope you enjoy

My room is
a tsunami of
clothes that
have been swept
all around
the room. Clothes packed under the bouncy bed. Clothes flying like seagulls. Hovering over your head. Dangling off the lamp shade.
A hugnormas sand dune of clothes piled up on the bed.
My hair swaying in the whistling whirling wind blowing in through the open window.
The wind making my hair dance on top of my head.
Crabs cReEp AND crAwl as ThEy HEAr tHe VAuUm sucking up every thing in its path. Crabs
h i d e
Under the beds.
Storm Kathy has passed and all the little creatures come back out to play

By Rachel

My Bedroom – Storm

Clothes are a blizzard around the room,
Books are scattered
in places like the sand of an upset beach,
Waves crash onto the shore as the water in my fish bowl spins as my fish swim round & round the bowl, Spiders crawling up the walls like crabs sitting upon rocks, My stereo blasts as the rain water hits hard upon the outside windows, Piles of clothes are tossed on the couch, I stay huddled in my bed waiting for the storm to past

Brianna

My bedroom is Littered with clothes
S C A T T E R E D all over the floor. There are
A E
W V S Of toys in a tossed pile in the corner of my room.
The
tops
of
my draws is always trashed with stuff and most of the time there is a tsunami of clothes on my bed waiting to get into my draws. My bedside table is JAGGED
with books and other things nearly falling into the sea. My closet is a tidal wave with things spilling
out of it.

By KeeLEy

The bed room is a place that tornadoes frequently hit With clothes H
A
N
G
I
N
G
eawee
Over the drawers and the floor like s d washed up with the tide of the waves on the beach &

Books s t r e w n

all over the floor like the rubble after a sea battle in ancient Greece

the thundering noise of the vacuum cleaner like a thousand horses charging down a steep hill into a huge battle the dust bunnies huddle with their backs to the walls waiting for the storm to dew, some sucked up into the swirling inferno of socks and blankets when the human mother is making the bed, the dust bunnies sigh they have survived and they start morning for the lost bunnies and fear for the next clean. By Jonathan MacLean

Clothes and lollies papers lay abandent like drift wood
In the wet room as the intensifying wind blow
Through the windows
Making a sand storm
As I wait for the storm to pass through my bed
Fly’s like weightless seaweed to the
Other side of the beach.
Al of the crabs crawl back into the
Draws and wait for the next stormy day.
by Nathan

My bedrooms a blizzard
Of clothes, books and pillows.
Towels and clothes like
Driftwood scattered
On the beach
After a storm.
Pillows are waves tumbling
On to the surface of the beach.
Books and paper
Heap and gather together
On my bedside table
Like seaweed clumping together
In the furious waves.
The curtains thrash around
As they get pulled up
Like the salty spray
Of the storm.
My bedroom,
A stormy disaster

by Olivia