A never ending snow fell on England, I watched in amazement leaving a smile on my face, “ Ivy Go upstairs now!!” Yelled my step mother, my smile turned into a frown. Reluctantly I took off my hat, gloves and coat, but kept my scarf on she was going to play in the snow ; her father walked in, my step mother put on her mask and hugged me “oh I’m just so lucky to have Ivy here with me”. I just wanted to reveal her to father that she was a faker and like the wicked witch of the west and when we put a bucket of water on her she would melt and we would all celebrate.
MISSING
Leaves filling every house in the city. But just one house is not full of leaves… THE HAUNTED HOUSE!!!! One small problem, Alex Robinson has been trapped for many years. Light is slowly fading whilst zombies rule the house with Alex inside…
The Christmas festival.
Snow drops of rooftops
onto the white ground of snow
like tender footsteps
Presents wrapped in bows
and being opened again
by little children
Snowmen being built
with hats scarves and gloves and a
orange carrot nose
Santa coming and
filling stockings with presents
and back up the chimney
Santa’s reindeer fly
through the sky stopping for Santa
at the children’s house
Advent calender’s
counting down the days until
fun Christmas morning
A knock at the door … by Erin – Antony
Once upon a time there lived a young woman called Erin.Erin had a dog called Peaches and a cat called Kevin.One rainy afternoon there was a knock at her door.She pulled open the door , there standing on the porch step was a man with his hood so low down you could not even see his face under it.
“Erin , you must listen to me , tonight at 12 pm a figure will come and this figure kills all humans and animals that come near him, so you must remember to pack your things and leave before the clock gets to 12 when you do leave a mist of golden light will show you to where you will sleep for the night and there you must stay for we will protect you.”
“hay wait,”but by the time she got through the door he was gone , it was like he had used magic for a quick get – away.She , her dog and cat looked at each other then ran off to pack there bags…
The abandoned bike
The abandoned, rusty
bike has a frame
laced in a delicate
spiders web.
The chain has
furry moss all
over it.
The wheels are
covered in a filthy
layer of silicone dirt.
The old seat creaks
in the blowing wind
The bell rusts in the
wet rain
The light flashes in
the misty dark.
The gears screech
and wait to be oiled.
My “You are” poem
You are the king of the kingdom, proudly conquering the 783rd ring on Saturn
You are the key to the frost but the devil to the flame
You are a lost sock not waiting to be found
You are the possibility of
A silent scream
A hot winter
And dry water
You are existing meaningfully but not living symbolically
You are the colour of an orange hidden in the earths layers
You are a bag full of vases trapped in a page of a book
You are the victim of a clown and a mime.
You are a moment in time that vanished
Just like as if a feather fell to the ground.
You are a character in a book that doesn’t know they are being controlled
Like a drop of water falling into nothingness.
You are a lonely grape that could brake any second like a lost star floating in mid space.
The dream
You are the impossibility of:
Hot snow
a cold desert
And a watery rainbow
You are the ticking of a timer that is about to go off sending 1 million stars into the night sky.
You are the dreams of 1000.
You are the waking sun and the sleeping moon.
You are a cloud making all your dreams come true by the flicker of a light.
You are a jingle of a bell coming and going as your dreams take you away.
You are the sound of waves crashing against a ship wreck and taking it back to sea.
You are the sound of crashing thunder bashing on the clouds.
You are a forgotten dream left alone for all your life.
You are a bubble full of dreams and ideas.
You are a spider with all your brain power on your web.
You are a balloon with a dream to fly and touch the moon.
You are a bee humming its life story.
You are the moon going round the Earth
You are a door opening and closing as the wind flies through the house
YOU ARE THE END
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