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Something was zig zagging up the side of the skyship grabbing the ropes as its sharp claws loudly scraped the metal hull. Zack was curious and peaked around the back of the ship,

He felt inpatient and nervous.

Suddenly, Zack moved closer and closer he saw its bloodshot eyes as red as a fire. Zack saw its claws are as sharp as a razer blade that can cut through anything like rocks, metal,

Bricks and wood.

In the distance there were snow covered mountains, a frozen lake and fresh evidence of a savage hunter. The temperature has never been as cold as it is now for many years. Behind the wreckage of the sky ship there were freshly made snow balls. Who made them? Above there were birds gliding in a circle around me over and over again. I could smell the smoke from the fire that went down not long ago. It still is going but not as bad as it was. I heard the fire gurgling, buzzing and banging. The icy lake was about 5 cm thick with many cracks in it and looked like it was going to shatter into pieces any second now, with dead fish floating at the top. In the corner of my eye i could just make out a symbol of something i have never seen that symbol before. Perhaps it means something in a different language or a secret. Language of a clan it looked like a signature. What was it? 

Before Luke could respond, a loud bang echoed in the sky. Suddenly, the sky ship vibrated and it grabbed everybody’s attention. What was that? “I shouted. I cried out loud thinking this was the last journey that I will have to try and find my mum.

Luke the Captain rushed immediately to the control room, he tried to regain control.

Out of the blue, we were going down and down as quickly as the flash CRASH!

What will happen now?

A diamond pen (that the crew can only see)

To keep secret stories private. 

The world’s biggest pizza –larger than the Eiffel Tower-

To give him energy.

An invisible coat, found at the top of Mount Everest,

To keep you away from danger.

A knife (as sharp as a razor blade),

To protect himself from danger.

A compass (that tells you what to do)

When really bored.

A rope, made out of woolly mammoth hair,,

To get him away from danger.

Behold my electric dragon 

An unknown creature of lightning.

Its eyes glow lightning coloured

When really angry, mad and annoyed.

His left eye as a massive machete 

From a fight last month.

His lips glowed In a tornado.

Its claws are as sharp as a razer blade. 

Its snow white tongue tasers people when 

You touch it. 

Within its metallic jaws,

Stale air tinged with static.

bloody covered teeth,

With bones in between its bloody teeth.

His scales are as rough as sandpaper. 

Its skin is as slimy as a snail  trail.

Its spine is as bumpy as an uneven footpath.

His soul danced in the thunderstorm. 

You are a flame of fire,

Waiting to be extinguished.

You are the bright moon, 

Waiting to be accepted.

You are a lonely sheep,

Waiting for your flock.

You are a sneaky snake,

Waiting to pounce at prey.

You are a sharp knife,

Cutting the badness out of your life.

You are a lonely cow, 

Running to the field of dreams.

You are the Saturday  morning,

Opening it’s eyes and grinning.

You are a word,

Waiting to be written on a computer.

You are the past time,

Looking into the future.

You are a Wednesday morning.

You are a clock, 

Ticking,

Ticking for life.

You are the end.