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Dear Titan

Dear

      I am writing to persuade you to stop being a superhero.Your size you normally are is just far too large

 

My first reason why you should stop is because when you run there is mass destruction. Your size is too big and when you jump, mountains emerge from out of the ground causing cities to crumble down.

 

I would also like to add that whentry squish your enemies, you crush innocent citizens. Your fists are huge and cause too big of a problem.

  

Furthermore, I am concerned for younger children (1-6). They are terrified when they see you in your supermassive size.You are crushing their houses, making them homeless.To build on this concern, people are running out of food and they are starving to death.

 

Although people feel safe when seeing you, I feel that I am in danger because you have crushed my family.

 

To summarise, you are crushing and killing families. The whole world is left wondering if you are a superhero or a supervillain. Governments have small amounts of money and they cant afford the materials to build families new houses. If I were you, I would return to my normal size and hide away, because nobody likes you. I am certain that you have enough money to survive. Please consider what I have said.

 

Yours sincerely

Spooderman 

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Ewan

 

Bastion observed his weird surroundings; he was in an endless maze with yellow walls and continues buzzing lights. Without warning, Bastion heard a loud scream; another person could be trapped there with him. All of a sudden, Bastion saw a tall figure: a distorted body; an ear-banging roar shot out and bounced off the walls; and a face that looked like a brick,which was painted black. Bastion began to sprint in the opposite direction. Suddenly, he tripped over… 

 

The Crow

The Crow

 

Crow,crow,

Why do you spy?

Howdare you be so nosey,

All ways on the pry,

 

Crow,crow,

Who frightened you to make you squawk?

Why do we make you always talk?

Or are you trying to tell us something?

 

Crow,crow,

Why such sharp beak with no reason?

Are you plotting something?

If you are then it’s high treason.

 

Crow,crow,

How did you find your home in a tree?

A very safe place,

But weird place for someone to be,

 

Crow,crow,

Why snatch local life?

You could just take seeds,

To feed your chicks.

 

Crow,crow,

How do you fly?

Who gave you these traits?

You clearly are very

What AM I?

What Am I?

My body is thick, my wings are thin.

Winter-hybernater.

I am the constant airway control,

Checking for unwanted guests.

Flower-empowerer.

I buzz around for fun.

I am the saver ready for duty.

Within my eyes is the destiny I await.

Buzzy-journeyer.

I am a scavenger looking for materials.

I am like graffiti on a wall. 

Honeycomb-eyes

I fly like plane soaring in the sky, 

But some might say I’m like a helicopter.

I am the sword, pricking my nemesis,

Stinging-sufferer.

 

By Ewan Mcdonald

What am I?

I am a eye-scanner looking for prey,

I am a fast-pacer when chasing prey,

I am a dangers-hunter and won’t give up easily,

I am a meat-eater when I have it,

I am a tree-climber with my prey,

My whiskers are spiky and sharp,

My ears are sensors listening for my  prey,

I am a spotty-sprinter.

Outside inside

Outside,Inside

 

Outside,the rain fell through the loud town.

Inside, people were sat around a fire quietly.

 

Outside, the snow went across the village noisily.

Inside, people were in the living room warming up silently.

 

Outside, the sun was shining brightly.

Inside, the curtains were closed and it was dark.

 

Outside, a thick fog appeared consuming the houses.

Inside, a wave of heat hit the inside of the houses.

 

Outside the castle, a dragon attacked the army.

Inside the castle, the king paced around thinking of what to do

 

The scottish wildcat

The Scottish Wildcat

 

The highland protector

Wildcat scouts.

Whiskers waiting patiently 

To brush the life away from its prey.

 

Night-stalker 

Shadow-maniac

 

Fangs like a rapier 

Ready for violence.

 

Fur to protect

A hiss to project.

 

Home-defender

Shadow-user

 

Eyes like cameras 

Claws ready to strike.

 

Ears twitching and turning 

To the sound of churning.

 

Woodland’s-guardian


The infamous rock climber

Scouting for its prey.

 

The bird catcher

The rodent snatcher.

Giraffe poem

Smooth-strolling, the giant giraffe towers.

Large, choppers breaking down lush green leaves.

Its eyes twitching from flies itching.

Boiling sun, shining on its patterned fluff.

Its steaming feet crunching rocks underneath its dark feet