Y6 Descriptive Writing

Street Child

Silently, Jordan swept through the gloomy streets of London dodging other children and thieves.  Trying to get a pie, he hid in the shadows.  The Iron horses hooves cracked the air.  Smelling the smoke from the work house chimneys, he almost collapsed.  Royal-like carrages commanded the muddy snow to attack him with the freezing elements.  He could taste the pie now, a soft stake pie.  The sight of people gambling was truly tempting for Jordan to gain more money but he was nearing the pie shop now so he made the right decision by not gambling.

The smell of the pie shop drifted towards Jordan.  It smelt revolutionary as though he could reach out and grab it.  Entering the warm atmosphere, the ladie behind the counter told him to clear off. “I have come to buy a pie.” Jordan whispered.

“What? Speak up boy,” she said.

“I want to buy a pie,” he replied.  Jordan did not have enuf for a juicey suculant pie with extra gravy.  He left the store depressed.

Around the corner, there was a gambling den.  He decided to give gambling a try.  He could win some more money.  The man, who owned the gambling den, looked very wealthy he wore a dark leather coat, leather shoes and even leather trousers.  Jordan’s number was number fourty six.  “NUMBER FOURTY SIX PLEASE,” yelled the man in leather, “You have won thirty shillings, be very careful with it make it count and don’t let the thieves get it,” he called down the slippery street.

The wind wistled wildly through Jordan’s ears while he sprinted back home wielding the thirty shillings.  He burst threw the door panting with the money. “I HAVE WON THIRTY SHILLINGS,” Jordan sang. Nathan and Josh his brothers, jumped up and hugged him tight.  His mother said he was a very lucky boy to win that much but then the knock of the landlord came shattering the air.  They gladly told him they could pay this time..  Jordan told him the whole story and he agreed with his mother he was very lucky indeed.

By Kieron in Y6