The Air Giant

Have you ever seen a Air Giant? I’ll tell you this – you have. Look up at the sky at night. See a star? That’s the air giant’s light, a guide back home. And maybe you have been lucky enough to see it’s solid form. The slender, pale giants, that don’t make a sound despite being as tall as the trees. And now you need to know more about them. You found the right thing.

The Male Air Giant.
The air giant is known to be one of the prettiest, shyest, and best at camouflage. Males are usually the ones who are seen more often, slipping into the air, or dangling their legs from the clouds. Similar to the moon giant, the air giant can become the air, invisible to all except the air sprites and fairies. When in solid form, the male air giant is long and thin, and resemble a sea giant – they wear blue and green clothes.

The Female Air Giant.
The female air giants often are the ones who protect their homes, and battle intruders. Despite their strength, they have long slender arms and legs, and thin long hair. When they are not by their home, they are usually picking ripe clouds, and juicy bits of sky to eat later. Female air giants wear similar things to the male air giant, but with more variety of colour; greens, yellows, blues, browns, and black.

Behaviour.
Not unlike the river giant, the air giants are very shy, and sensitive to noise. This can make them seem vulnerable, but don’t be fooled. Air giants have sharp pointed teeth, and can fight like a wolf, especially the female. However, if they are quick enough, they transform into air, and cannot be found again.

Diet
As said before, air giants eat clouds and bits of sky. Air giants also like eating other foods from above our heads; stars, wind, feathers, and most rarely lightning. Yet, they can be tempted by food that we eat too, even though sometimes it makes them sick.

So now you know about the fantastical air giants, that are giants, air and stars. These extraordinary creatures are unforgettable. Unfortunately, these creatures are being attacked, leading to a mass decline in the amount of air giants. Help save them, and spread the news of the air giants!

The Wonderous Watch!

Are you training to become a spectacular spy? Not going so well? In need of the perfect head start? Well then you are in luck! The wonderous watch is complete with sticky cameras, distractions, and a tracker to see what your arch-nemesis is doing behind your back. From zero to hero!

The wonderous watch is full to bursting with cool, useful gadgets that will make your cat a static fur ball. Literally. You’ll be surprised to know what it does:

1. Hidden inside the strap are hundreds of tiny sticky cameras. Throw them, and they will stick to something, barely visible. On the other side of the strap, you can see the view from the camera.

2. If you press the button on the side of your watch, it will create a hologram behind the person who is threatening you. If you press the button on the other side, that is gold, a huge bang will be heard, usually in the house of the next door neighbours garden.

3. If you change the time of the watch, then the wind changes the direction you turn your watch. This be useful, especially when you need the rain to blow in your enemy’s face! After a few minutes, the watch will turn back to the right time.

4. Last but not least, inside the actual clock are three circles. You can use these circles to track people on a GPS inside the last circle.

As a bonus, the watch has a torch that can blind people for at least two minutes, handy for an emergency getaway! The torch can also become narrower and thinner – this can be a distraction to guard dogs, as even the most well trained can’t resist a bit of play!

Perhaps the most useful thing about this wonderous watch is that it blends in with colours behind it if an unfamiliar person is near it. This is the most modern security. Best of all is that even when it seemingly disappears, you can still see it.

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Shirley gazed longingly at the steep fields of green, the bluebell scattered meadows, and the orchards of plump, crimson apples. Candyfloss like clouds drifted in the sky, and Shirley let her mind wander. There was no sign of war or destruction, and almost everyone looked happy – except the lookout soldiers of course – who looked alert. Shirley turned around, and flopped down on her bed, lying on a quilt that Old Rose had bought. Old Rose had always wanted a girl, and tried her best to spoil Shirley with knitted socks and sprinkles of sugar in her tea. In return, Shirley did the chores.

In the afternoon, she had to go to school in the village hall. The teacher was nice enough, but her broad accent made it hard to understand anything she was teaching. However, Shirley could already read and write, which made her soar to the top of the class. Sitting at the front of the class, Shirley could only think about her Mam and what she was doing. Working in a factory? Sewing clothes? Or could she possibly be planning to come and visit her, and perhaps stay? Her heart fluttered with hope, and at the end of class Shirley skipped happily out.

Weeks soared by, and even though Shirley’s Mam didn’t come and visit, she started to feel happy, and started to form a routine. In the morning she mopped the floor, or did the laundry. Then Old Rose would make porridge, and sometimes for a treat an egg and half a rasher of bacon. Shirley would read or play among the long grass, and then she would go to school. The broad accents were sounding more familiar now, and Shirley found that she was speaking like a country girl, although her manners were still pristine; not at all like a country girls. Soon, frost clung to the withering blades of grass, and small snowflakes drifted down from the sky. Flaming, furious fires flared in chimneys, and Old Rose’s needles clicked speedily, making new blankets by the second. It was perfect.

Yet, there was something that Shirley couldn’t stop thinking about. Old Rose always left the house at exactly 11’Oclock, armed with a tiny lantern, and herbs and a small knitted blanket. The tiny lantern would bob to Merriby Lake, on the outskirts of Acorn Forest. Where was she going? Was she meeting someone?

Shirley didn’t have to wait long – in fact, two weeks later, Old Rose woke her up, and together they walked through the night. To any other villagers, it was an old lady and her evacuee going for a midnight stroll. Though Shirley knew it was something much, much more.

The cold icy fingers pricked Shirley’s hand knitted shawl, and the thin trees round her whispered accusingly. She suddenly regretted reading paper books. The moon hovered eerily above her, and the fog started to close in. Shirley hurried on.

Old Rose stopped by Merriby Lake, (More of a swamp really) and went over to a head sized tunnel. Shirley could feel the tension in the air, and she could also see huge white feathers peeking from underneath leaves. Old Rose made a beautiful sound, the sound of a flute, the sound of winter. And from the tunnel emerged a beautiful, white bird. It’s long tail puffed up into a semi circle, revealing perfect feathers lined up neatly.
‘He’s a peacock. ‘ Old Rose whispered, chuckling at Shirley’s wide, startled eyes.
‘He’s called,’ The old lady paused for effect.
‘Arjun.’

My creativity can make a paintbrush dance across a page with ease, smothering the paper in bursts of popping colour.

It can calm a raging child,

It can slice through boredom, like a spear slicing air,

It can smash stickmen.

Chapter 4

I’m ready to make a dash for it, but the safe way out is behind the byeolamander. Behind me, only sharp, dagger like grass glares at me with an intimidating authority. The pure white egg glows bright, and for the for the first time, I see a small shadow inside it. I close my eyes, preparing to die. Then I hear Violet’s voice, softer and calmer than I have ever heard her speak before. ”Don’t worry. We’re not here to hurt you.”

The byeolamander dims a little. It blinks at us questioningly, then lies down. I gulp. A path has now been made to the safest way out, but my feet are glued to the ground. ”We’re leaving now.” Violet says. She tugs at my jumper, but I still can’t move. I think of hot chocolate, imagining it pouring inside my body. It warms me up. ”Okay?” I say, and I find my feet moving.

As soon as we are outside, I breath a sigh of relief, and my shoulders relax. We walk across the beach; I am so tired my feet sink in the saturated sand. George talks nineteen-to-a-dozen, suggesting how we keep the byeolamander hidden. ”We could pretend there is quicksand, but what if a dog wonders there? Then the owner might climb in after the dog. Maybe we could build a cage around the hole and take it out when the byeolamander and its baby come out? Wait, no, that would just make people suspicious…” she rattles on, wringing her hands. I realise I am munching the jumbo pack of marshmallows I brought and suddenly have a brilliant idea. I stretch a couple of marshmallows, then lick it. They stick together. Then I drop it on the sand and watch as it comes back into shape. Will it work?

By the time we have entered the town, the sun has risen. Only a small slither is hidden in the horizon. Old Molly hums to herself, too busy organising bathing suits to notice us.​ The doors of Maria’s Café swings open, and Maria comes striding out with two, ice cold sundaes.​ ”Want some?” she asks, laughing at our faces. ”You pair look pale today, especially you, Miss Lottie Drops!” We ate the sundaes, thanked Maria, and kept walking towards the hotel. Ellie ran towards us, and shook our hands so hard she could have sent us flying.​ We smiled and kept going. Eventually we reach the hotel. I feel like rushing in and kissing every single wall. Will we manage our mission?

The rest of the day is spent looking at books, on hiding places and marshmallows. My plan had been to melt the marshmallows, stick them together, place it over the hole and cover it in sand. When the marshmallow hardens, the the hole will be covered until the byeolamanders eat their way out. However, this proved to be a little unrealistic, so we decided to search for other ways of hiding animals. Then as we walk out for fresh air, we see a bright, eye-catching poster outside the hotel. It says: New discovery! Sea glass found to be part of the byeolamander egg! Can give you great power and wealth. I look at George, she looks at me. Then George tells me a completely unnecessary thing. ”Should I tell you my name is Georgina? Just in case we die trying to look after the byeolamander and its egg?”

As I sink down to the floor, I have a feeling that it’s going to be a long time before I will experience peace again.