Howard Carter Opening the Tomb by Jude, 4TC

As I slowly walked closer to my destination the big stone doors.As I did this my hands tingled with excitement and I felt the uneven rock-hard steps.

The more steps I took, the more curious I became, my whole body tingled anticipation, now I just felt absolutely outstanding! I drew closer and closer and closer my breath breathing heavier and heavier and heavier until I reached what I had been waiting for.

I put my hand against the carved hieroglyphics.hieroglyphics. Tentatively,I unraveled the rope that I expected would be my dream.

A soft stale air went up my nostrils, this was millions of years old! As well as the scent of stale air there was also odour of honey lovely lavender oil which had been on King Tut.

I heard the rats scuttle across the floor,the scuttled as quickly as a spider making a web.There in front of me was a golden sparkly chariot,which had once been his amazing way of traveling.Heaps of treasure was awaiting as if it was calling my name.Then there was the scarab beetle with the different stones and all of this had been made into one piece of jewellery! I carried on scanning this wonderful room of glittering gold.

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Fantasy Writing by Elliot 4TC

As I dashed through the portal, I wondered where I would go. Suddenly, I fell firmly onto the sodden, mossy floor. I gazed in awe at where I was. A complex, dim, torch-lit labyrinth of gloomy corridors, chests and traps stood before me. There were jet-black, mammoth spiders spinning shimmering webs like the Mona Lisa. A peculiar scent of fish haunted the air, making me feel suspicious about who, or what, was making it.

Slowly, I crept to a mildewed, tattered chest and swiftly opened it. Inside there was nothing much, just a dark, polished opal that glimmered in the torch-light. When I observed the wall, I noticed diminutive symbols, like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. As I looked with interest at the lower part of the stone, dusty, musty wall, I was shocked to find a stalactite, which was as sharp as a fresh dagger; it had jabbed itself into my finger. I winced in pain.

I sprinted off to a shining shield, polished mirror-bright. When I picked it up, I found I could, cleverly, reflect it and, weirdly, intensify it. This enchanted shield had a black crest on a fine steel background. Whenever I held the wonderful, mystical shield, I heard mysterious whispers around me. Hastily, I slung it into my violet backpack and ran. No matter how far I went,I never reached the end of this bewildering, bedraggled labyrinth…

As I entered another chamber, I was shocked to find an elf-like creature clutching a long, slender, black bow, gazing at me, saying nothing. This ‘elf’ was wearing impossibly dark green leather, hiding a mass of soft, pale skin. He looked nothing like one of Santa’s elves, he was a tall, thin person with long, black hair like the void of space. When I closely observed him, I noticed long, jagged fangs and a blood-stained dagger in his belt, with a golden handle. Suddenly, he disappeared in a cloud of thick smoke, leaving only - a statue! I nervously, turned round to find him standing there, dagger drawn, ready to strike. I was so terrified, I couldn’t move. I held my breath, ready to die…