STORY STARTER
Submitted by Lizzie Rose.
'When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further...'
Use this sentence to start a story.
Carnivorous Clouds.
I was fascinated the first time a golden cloud came floating down and made my fingertips cold and wet.
It was a honey colour that left trails of water running down my arms and smelt of sweet flowers.
My dad suddenly appeared and cut through the cloud with a red-hot knife, evaporating the cloud and revealing a set of teeth that fell next to me and broke apart.
I still have the scar on my finger, and my dads special knife especially for carnivorous clouds..
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