Read the entries to previous WriteStuff competitions.
The marvellous oak ferry finally arrived at the pretty Melgroove harbour. I was visiting the magnificent island. Melgroove was absolutely terrific. The town glowed in bright yellow, like a buttercup. The bustling town was buzzing with people, swiftly rushing around. I wandered along the path and found myself at the bustling market. The market had many different coloured stalls, all with over-excited people advertising their exciting new products. There were Chinese paper lanterns and every stall seemed to be selling something different. The breath-taking view from my towering hotel left me dumbfounded. The colour of the crystal clear sea was truly spectacular.
My father, Andre Lockwood owned Lockwood Manor. Lockwood Manor was absolutely colossal. It had its own green garden, the colour of a shining emerald. LockwoodMmanor also has its own miniature harbour.
On the other side of the island was the mammoth sports centre. I went up the incredible Melgroove Tower. Melgroove Tower loomed over the island like a sharp rock, sticking out of the ocean. The view from the top of Melgroove Tower was truly breath-taking. I could see the wondrous landscape of Melgroove Island.
I began to walk home on the soft mud roads. I could hear the mud underfoot; trudge, trudge, trudge. Many of the mud paths were overflowing with water from the storm many days ago. When I arrived at my hotel, I realized that it was not the prettiest hotel but it was the only hotel on Melgroove Island. My room stank of horrible mouldy cheese and the bed was coated in brown tea stains. From my window I could see the harbour and the colourful boats leaving. I had booked a boat for the next morning to leave Melgroove. I packed up all of my belongings in my brightly coloured suitcase. I strolled along the paths to the harbour and I departed and left Melgroove Island.
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