Devastation reeks havoc across the nation, casting a long shadow over the loves of everyone in it. Reports of my death dominate the news, gripping Wales in its entirety. Tearful tributes cascade in and my pictures lie, surrounded by flowers for all to see. My parents grieve as they address the media, my peers overwhelmed by emotion as they are interviewed one-by-one and a lifeless Wales grinds to a halt; no one can deal with my passing.
September 26, 2014 at 7:49 am
Hello Harry,
The sentences here flow well, but I can’t hop but think the majority of it has been lifted from the narration of the opening sequence. Positively, you have sown a very strong command of syntax – well done.
Pick an idea taken from the given clip and make it your own.
Thanks,
Mr North