Ronnie:

Circling above like a group of vultures the only sound that punctuated the sky, was the shrieking of the desperate, starving birds as they scavenged for food. Darkness engulfed the island as day turned to night and beauty turned to horror, the only thing that was seen for miles was the misty, vague fog that made you think you were blind. The wind raged in anger as it started shouting at the clouds and causing them to rain, the once Victorian cathedral was now nothing more than a few derelict walls holding on for their life trying not to collapse. The trees that had no uniform were weeping down to make sure no crops couldn't grow on the dull, mossy green grass. 

Sadie:

Darkness engulfed the sinister surroundings of the eerie, ominous derelict Cathedral, as day turned into night, beauty turned into horror and noise turned into silence!!! The only sound to punctuate the night was the sounds of famished, forlorn birds, scavenging for scraps of leftover food. Nobody was ever found walking the unilluminated, cobbled pathway, that led up to this place of terror and stories of the past.  

Meghan:

The tower stood, a beacon amongst the sea, filled with rubbish and oil from boats that had never come back, stranded in the black that was once blue. Polluted mist clogged the lungs of sailors having to hold their breath for miles until they could finally breathe in the fumes of salty water. Where blandness met horror, light met dark, and ocean met island, it was not a pretty sight. Though it seemed uninhabited, Candles flickered on and off like the life of the lands as they tried to withstand the seas wrath. Stained glass windows were not dripping with moss like it had grown a green, straggly beard, Looking at it would never tell somebody this was once a bright and beautiful palace. 

Dirt had clung into the tiny corners to an extent where it felt like it had been superglued on, like no soap could ever wash it out. It would take some strength to even spend a night in here, let alone live here, in this cathedral that had seemed be engulfed in darkness. Smoke seemed to rise from an invisible fire within the palace, as if the walls were fuming with the anger of the betrayal the humans has displayed to it. 

Kieran

Dark, dingy, desolate. Towering over the crashing waves and the deadly seas, the cathedral could plummet too the soaked ground at any dredged moment. Moaning in the billowing breeze, the wind echoed the place with its ominous melody and its gushing force. Beautiful stain glass windows that had a myriad of colour was now shattered in to millions of devious shards that have been swept away to the ocean that was ready to claim its next victim. Eerie silences flooded the place with its devilish voice. The only inhabitance in this terror was the remains of any people who thought this could become their home. The stench that punctuated the milky sky was a nasty smell of rats and uncleanliness. As atrocious as a smelly sewer, this cathedral was lifeless alone and destroyed.

Poppy W

The cathedral walls were the strongest things in miles, yet when Zoe looked around she could see the remains of the shattered stain glass widows laying in parts on the floor. You could hear the faint ringing of the bell in the tower with turrets all around. It was built with all different sizes of stones each one very unique. From a distance, the cathedral was wearing a uniform of grey yet close up the colour faded in every corner. The naked trees had seen century’s before seeing their young ones grow up into adult hood. The wind howled like a hunting wolf as it ran through the broken walls of the cathedral.