The Revolutionary camp was quiet, except the crunch of the snow. Everyone was huddled together, not knowing who's dead or not. My missing drum was the least of my concerns. Morale was low, thinking it an impossible feat to defeat the British.
Jacob, I thought that it was very impressive how you painted such a vivid image and situation in just a couple sentences. Sounds like the beginning of a great story.
It's so interesting that you highlight the silence by playing up the crunch of snow as the only sound, and pointing to the missing drum, which itself conveys the absence of sound. It creates an atmosphere of dread.
Jacob, I like that you created a bleak winter atmosphere using only the sound of the snow and the characters' actions.
ReplyDeleteJacob, I thought that it was very impressive how you painted such a vivid image and situation in just a couple sentences. Sounds like the beginning of a great story.
ReplyDeleteIt's so interesting that you highlight the silence by playing up the crunch of snow as the only sound, and pointing to the missing drum, which itself conveys the absence of sound. It creates an atmosphere of dread.
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