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Bob and John: The main event.

John ran out, onto the play ground. Heading strait for the basketball court. John was always there, crowded by all the nasty girls. When he was playing he tried to catch people’s eyes (they would get worried and run) so that he could always win.

Moments later, Bob (one of John’s old friends) came running out; he saw a child on a old bench sitting alone. Bob went over and had a conversation “Hey what’s wrong?”

”Nothing!”

Bob knew there was nothing he could do for the little kid.

Bob ran back inside to get his lunch, after a while he ran back out side and gave his best impression that he didn’t care John had more friends than him. Bob and John hated each other since they were friends. They hadn’t seen each other for a long time. Bob saw John and planned his next step: Millie the saver.

Story

Morgan burst through the doors “GOOD MORNING!” he yelled as he darted to his seat and grabbed a worksheet.
In the middle of the test, Joel quietly slipped through the doors “Sorry,” he mumbled. It was as if nobody heard him. He silently shuffled to his desk at the back of the class. He waited for his worksheet, but none arrived.

The House

Jack stared at the back of the house. A spider crawled up the window that was all cracked and destroyed. Cobwebs hung from the side of the dusty house. An old rotted bed laying outside nobody wanting to claim it. Jack heard something scratching from inside. He hid behind a large box. What was it?

The House

Jack stared at the back of the house. A spider crawled up the window that was all cracked and destroyed. Cobwebs hung from the side of the dusty house. An old, rotted bed laying outside- nobody wanting to claim it. Jack heard something scratching from inside. He hid behind a large box. What was it?

The Therapist

The Therapist

On the streets of Manchester the wind blew and the rain fell. Meanwhile, inside of Manchester’s dark dilapidated asylum, an expert therapist named Albert sat waiting. He was not waiting for a patient, for he was the patient. He shook the door, screaming through the bars, “WATCH OUT FOR NUMBER NINE!!”

Season’s Haiku

Orange leaves pumpkins,

fireworks, misty days and hot soup,

crisp leaves warm clothes to.

 

Hot sun melts ice creams,

barbecue in salty air,

children play in parks.

New blossom on trees,

baby animals eating,

fresh fruit and flowers.

 

Winter

Frost invades the air,
Snow storms freeze everything swiftly,
Sugary smells swarm.

Soft snow flakes fall fast,
Crystals of ice leap downwards,
White sheets cover ground.

Hot cocoa smells fly,
Frost bitten hands hide in gloves,
Jack Frost roams the streets.

The salamander

The salamander

The salamander is as black as a shadow and as red as blood.
It’s tail is like a bleeding rope of darkness.
It’s fingers are like daggers cutting through the wet mud.
It’s eyes are like balls of bronze glistening in the sunlight.

 

The Bicycle

The Bicycle

The Bicycle is a old buddy, it’s time is forever passed.

The seat insist to be ridden, longing for the breeze.

The wheels turn no more,  covered in moss from ancient times.

The handlebars raw for movement, stuck still in cobwebs, rust and more.

The brakes stood still in loved in touched, nothing to do but sit and wait until one day.

The headlight gone light no more, remembering the times it had with its only friend.

The lion stood on the rock looking at the beautiful sunset and then looked at its prey feeling hungry and starved so it leaped and started chasing its prey into the distance