As soon as the soft-hearted Mis Hony walked into class seven, the familiar room immediately appeared lighter. She was smiling with a joyful glances rather like a happy cat.
“Settle down children,” said the new teacher (with a smile), “I’m ready to learn all your names.”
Crash! A loud noise echoed through the skyship. “What was that,” she thought as she headed outside to find the disterbans. Curiously, she peeked round the corner to find the campfire a wreck. Lucy was furious
Suddenly, something scuttled past. Lucy had no doubt in her mind, what she just saw was a baby dragon. She went to get a closer look.
In the heart of the snow storm, Lucy and her robot observe their surroundings in the cave. The walls splattered with odd symbols. In the distance she could just make out the outline of The Great Creacher. They could hear the wind howling and the ice cracking under the pressure. The smoke billowing off the skyship -Darkstar- were acting almost like a beacon. In front of them, they could see trees shaking violently.
As the Darkstar soared past -the gloomy fog engulfed – Dark forest. Lucy could feel the excitement racing through her veins, as it was her first time past the border of Ice Heart. “Are we there yet,”she asked for what seemed like the hundredth time. “No we are not ,” replied Bot. SNAP! “ The left wing has been breached ,” Bot said loudly.
It’s bright blue eyes are like the ocean, clear and sparkling.
It’s sparkling scales are as red as the fire it breathes.
It’s sharp jaws are pointed like the corner of a table.
It’s pointed teeth are sharp like little mountains.
It’s long tongue retracts into its sharp jaw line.
It’s bumpy scales are red like a sparkling strawberry.
It’s spikey spine is so sharp it could cut you.
It’s magnificent wings are like big sheets of fabric flapping in the wind.
It’s talons are sharp and glossy, like a sweet.
It’s claws are pointy like a spear.
You are a delicious ice cream, melting in the hot sun,
on a warm summers day.
You are a cheesecake,
being sliced into sections and shared between friends.
You are a fruit,
sweet and sometimes a little sour.
You are a pizza, with varios types of cheese on the top and some glistening pepperoni, like a float on water.
You are a sweet, sugary, sweet and everyones favourite.
You are a vegetable, always fresh and ready when someone needs you.
You are meat, cooked to perfection and ready to be eaten.
You are butter, tasty and spreadable,
perfect on some fresh toast.
You are coca cola, when you wake up your fizzing with excitement for the day ahead of you.
You are cheese, independent and perfect on your own.
You are a shooting star,
Waiting to be wished upon.
You are a melting igloo,
Begging the sun for a second chance.
You are the lost objects on the ocean floor,
Beautiful but forgotten.
You are forgotten secrets hidden,
In the depths of time.
You are a ginger cat,
As playful as a toddler.
You are a tall tree,
With many branches of emotion.
You are a Friday afternoon
Everyone loves you.
You are a icey flame,
Warm snow,
And a moving statue.
You are a warm curry
Waiting to be enjoyed.
I want to paint
The warmth of a hug on a winter’s night,the glisten of a starling’s feathers as the sun shines on them, the grunting of an artist at their not good enough art,the distracted student staring out the window, the pop of the popty ping
I want to keep
The silver moon cascading down as the sun rose, orangutans and chimps swinging through the trees,the flap of butterflies in my stomach, the power of the queen.
I want to remember
The heartbeat of the ocean, the individual ice tips on a snowflake on the frosty road,the smell of moon cheese as you step on it, the bang of Mrs Wakefield typing on her laptop.
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