I was learning to write a story with a strong beginning. Here is the beginning to one of my stories:
What is that sound? It sounds like it's coming from under the house.
“Can I go see what that sound is?” I ask.
“Yes, sure” came a reply.
I started looking, first in the lounge under the sofa. Then in the corridor, in my bedroom, in dad’s room, but none of them gave me what I was looking for. Everywhere I looked, did not have what I was listening for. Still listening I tripped over my dog maple's squeaky toy. I pressed my ear gently to the ground and listened closely. That was my answer. I ran into the living room, sprinted down the corridor and put my hand on the door handle. Outside
I screamed with happiness when I finally spotted 5 little kittens bundled on top of each other. I Tried to reach out for one when…
“Hissssssss!”. I snatched my hand away.