My dad is a millionaire. He owns his own bridge a huge house and whenever he eats ice cream he has it sprinkled with edible gold. My mom has a pink Bugatti with daffodil designs on it.
I go to the bridge my dad owns every day for a sit down under it. But one day when I was there I saw a gang of abominable clowns. They saw me too.
I tried to run but I felt a hand on my mouth… I began to fall asleep …
When I woke up I was tied to a chair surrounded by clowns.
OH my goodness, Dylan, that was not the ending that I was expecting! I loved the way you built the prompt words into your story, especially the word ‘daffodil’ (we had difficulties trying to squeeze that one in!)
Miss T
Stockbridge, Hampshire