writing

As the withered and curious rock sat  not moving on the soft grainy sand the raging indigo sea continued getting closer as the tide drew nearer. The rock was so circular it was like the planets in our solar system. As the got closer I realized it was so big I could it looked like I could fit 100 suns in it.

As I walked calmly along the beach in Winter an astonishing sight met my eye’s a boulder that looked like it was fit for a giant was standing in front of me I was so surprised I just stood there fit for a giant then in my excitement which I would regret I grabbed a rock and tried to smash it open then I found a lever embedded in the rock without thinking I pulled on it and the rock opened to my suprise dozens of people came running out and I looked again and there was a man dressed in a sheet I thought he was wearing a toga then I reasoned with myself that was impossible the over 1,000 years ago so I yelled at the top of my lungs STOP and guess what they kept on running then I shouted again and this time they stopped at last then I asked what are you doing here… they didn’t seem to understand then a made how looked a bit like queen Elizabeth the first said well what do expect after we have been in a rock for 1,000 years you would be running to everybody needs to stretch your legs then she gave a death stare at the guy wearing a sheet he shuffled his feet nervously and moved away a little  then she said anyway I am starving staying in a rock for 1,000 years would make you hungry to I nodded not knowing what to say then I saw my mum coming up the beach and then then I looked around and everyone had disappeared all that was left was a slightly crumpled silk hankichef.
This is my hatching writing I have worked on it for a week.