A lovely piece of descriptive writing by one of Miss Mather’s Year 9s

It was 6:00pm. 6 hours left before the end of the day. I caught a sight of the enormous serene-blue sky, enveloping the bustling city below in a sheet of blue like a canvas.  As evening raced ever closer, I saw the majestic, beautiful sun roaming the crystal-clear skies. It illuminated and it gave me a spine-tingling experience. As I gazed at the clouds, I noticed that the sun decided to conceal its bashful face from me. Darkness was approaching. A rebellion was about to take place. With the sun out of commission, this was the opportunity for darkness to corrupt and inherit the land. The fiery sun gasped and cried for help. Huge projectiles of energy were released into air, like distress flares or laser beams rocketing into the blue abyss. By the time it was 8pm, the whole land turned into a colourless and lifeless husk. The appearance of the cities below looked a bit grim and unpleasant for me. I was too reluctant and negligent to react because I was powerless against the darkness. However, I believed that one day, the sun will reveal itself to us once again and bring balance and order throughout the land.