Jack Hills: Free Writing

posted Apr 2, 2015, 2:11 AM by Colyton Principal   [ updated Apr 2, 2015, 2:15 AM by Google Administrator ]

I can feel the cold breeze on my neck, the squeak of the swing as I go back and forth. It sends a shiver down my spine. The donk of the ramp as people jump on it.

It looks like the scooters are floating but they are on the fence. The leaves were once green but now they’re going a flower like yellow. The blue and white sky, the clouds float like a bumble bee floating in a garden.

By Jack Hills