This week my goal was to Use figurative language in my writing.
Do you think I achieved my goal?

Tanner puffed up his chest, I’ve got this! He thought. He quietly stepped forward and pushed aside the flap of the tent. Inside the tent there sat a man, he was staring intently at Tanner like an owl stalking its prey.
“Um, hello.” Tanner squeaked, all his confidence disappearing in an instant.
“Hello,” replied the strange man, his voice was cunning and knowing.
Tanner breathed in shakily, he clenched his fist and stood a little straighter.
“I am here for the riddle.” He said in a confident voice.
“I know, young Tanner. You have to be worthy to receive the riddle.” The man said in a voice as smooth as silk. He grinned at Tanner, a smile which sent shivers down Tanner’s spine.
“H-How do you know my name? And what do you mean I have to be worthy? Maybe the villagers are right and you are crazy.” Tanner stammered, as scared as a mouse in the mouth of a cat.
“Oh, I know a lot of things about you Tanner. And it’s too late to back out now, you’re already here. I can sense you are worthy of my riddle.” The man said mysteriously.
Tanner noticed for the first time that the man’s eyes were shaped like keyholes.
“Let’s begin, I assume you know the rules?” The creepy man questioned. Tanner tried to back up but stopped, he was so close to his goal.
“Can you repeat the instructions? All the rumors are different.” Tanner asked, nervously fiddling with his shirt collar. The strange man stilled,
“You have one riddle, I will flip this hour glass and by the time the last grain of sand slips through you will have given me your answer. If you get the answer wrong you will be doomed to be my servant for forever. However, if you get it right, I will give you a great treasure. Do you understand?” The man’s voice had gone deep and grim.
“I understand.” Tanner said, excitement bubbling in his stomach.
The man grinned and started the riddle.
“I have a metal body but no hands,
I have a head but no brain,
I can open the smallest box,
But I am lost to all, and no one knows where I lay.
What am I?”
Tanner thought as the man flipped the hourglass. He thought maybe a key, but that was not lost to all. He was starting to panic as the last grains of sand slipped through the middle. Just as the time ran out Tanner blurted.
“A Lost Key!”
The man looked confused and slightly shocked.
“Well done! You got it right!” He said with a hint of surprise in his voice. Tanner grinned, He did it! He was about to get the great treasure the man had promised.
“Pick a key, any key. Just chose wisely, this is the great treasure I have promised.” Tanner looked around and realised for the first time that there were heaps of keys on hooks all around the room.
“Um, that one! The one over in the corner!” He said, excited and a little disappointed. The man reached up behind him and grabbed the key Tanner was pointing to. He then handed it to Tanner as if expecting a reaction.
“Thank you. What is it for?” Tanner said, examining the key.
“You will find out, young Tanner.” The man said mysteriously and shooed Tanner out the door. Tanner turned around to get one last look of the tent. He was confused, what was this mysterious key for? What did it unlock?…