The lost city
Tall trees swayed to the whistling wind, branches scratched me on the back like an angry tiger. As I stepped forwards onto the crackling leaves, a glisten caught my eye. On the ground was a shiny gold key. “ Where could this lead to ?” I whispered to myself. I kept the key In my pocket in case it would be useful later on.
Meanwhile I was trying to find a slot for the key to fit in but it was no use. I was in a jungle, and what jungle would have a door that would accept a shiny gold key. I sighed. But right before my eyes there was a huge surprise. About three doors stood there waiting to be opened. Soon came a creepy old run-down voice. “The three doors standing in front of you will lead you too 3 different places.” I couldn’t wait to meet a new place so I just picked the most colourful door.
Goal: To Use A Range Of Sentence Starters