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What are?

What are small?

A shimmering ring on a soft finger a single hair on my grandpa head and the first tooth in a baby mouth

What are loud?

A fire alarm an airplane and the sound of dried leaves being stamped on

What are hot?

The flickering fire flames ghost pepper and the inside of an exploding volcano

 

 

What are cold?

A broken heart filled with sadness, ice and Antarctica

What are heavy a blue whale after a big meal a bus filled with people and a dinosaur

What are fast?

A cheetah an airplane and lightning zooming at incredible speed

What are frail my grandma’s china pot on the top shelf in the dining room a wine glass and a window pane

What are lonely?

A widow an orphan and a single grain of rice

A wolfs warmth.

If I…

 

If I was going to 

create treasure I would use:

 

a feather from a phoenix,

a scale from a fire dragon,

and witches cauldron full of rotten spells,

 

a unicorns hair,

a cloud shaped like a witches hat,

and vampire’s tooth,

 

the shine from a clowns smile,

a speck of dust,

the caves rubies and emeralds,

 

the water from an unknown waterfall,

the noise of stepping on crunchy leaves,

and a flick of a pegasus’s wings,

 

the wing feather from a pegasus,

a dinosaurs tail scail,

the rawr of a pterodactyl,

 

A red eye from a wolf,

the cold of vampire,

the caves mouth,

 

the wolf’s warmth,

damp sand from an unbeknown coast,

A tear of a human,

 

rubies with a hint of pink,

an emerald with a tiny bit of purple,

smoke from a bonfire.

 

And lastly a human nail…

But I have by Finn

I have never meet superstar on the red carpet 

but I have seen a football player on tv

 

I have never ridden a pure white pony

but I have served on small waves at solver beach

 

I have never jumped out of a bf 262 messerschmitt jet fighter

but I have fell off of my large bunk bed

 

I have never skied down the iceie slopes of mount everest

but I have skateboarded down parliament hill

 

I have never forged a razor sharp sword

but I have wilted a knife from a large stick

 

I have never swum the ice cold channel 

but i have paddled the length of kentish town swimming pool

 

I have never ridden in a luxury lumbogeny

but I have driven a remote controlled mountain buggy on hampstead heath

 

I have never been at the controls of a boeing 747

but I have flown a kite at the top of parliament hill

 

I have never tasted the succulent strawberry jam of a donut

but I have eaten the streaming center of freshly baked bread

laid on a silver platter as lonely as a discarded crisp packet

I never I have

I never I

Have

I’ve never climbed mount Everest blindfolded but I have watched Ben and Jack race up the old oak tree in Motsper park.

 

I’ve never seen two eagles soaring in the silent sky fighting to the death but I have heard the year 3 had a food fight and someone got a pizza to the face.

 

I’ve never tasted two pancakes drizzled in chocolate and caramel sauce in the ivy but I have had strawberry and sprinkles donuts from Krispy Kreme.

 

 

I’ve never thrown the winning throw for the baseball bee’s but I did catch the catch the winning catch on my sports day

 

I’ve never ride a bright blue phoenix elegantly scanning the glittering sky but I have stroked a blue horse called phoenix

 

I’ve never ran the 41 km in the Olympics beating all the runners by a mile but I have run I km with Chris and Edward and almost won if Chris hadn’t had a secret lifted by his mum and dad

 

I’ve never captured the famous yellow loo loo loop bird and named it after me but I have befriended a wounded cat and named it jack

 

I’ve never solved MC2 before Enid Ernestine and told everyone I much cleverer then him but I have got top marks in my math test and kept bragging about it to my goodie two shoe sister but my mum kept threatening me I’ll have no TV for a month if I don’t shut up

The doors!

The doors!

 

Open the yellow door,

maybe there is a huge block of cheese to eat to yourself,

maybe the huge sun shining bright on a gloomy day,

or just lemons that tingle your tongue.

 

Open the pink door,

maybe there are dancing flamingos,

maybe coral pink bubble gum, 

or even salmon pink coral under the ocean. 

 

Open the white door,

maybe there are eggshells to stamp on that will make an amazing crunch,

maybe there are pearls to make a necklace with,

or even salt to put on your chips.

 

Open the red door,

maybe there are amazing roses,

maybe some cherries and berries to pick,

or even some ruby’s scattered around on the floor.

 

Open the purple door,

maybe there are some grapes to eat,

maybe some lavender it will make your house smell nice,

or some raisins.

 

Open the blue door,

maybe there are some blueberries to eat,

maybe there is a sky to look up to,

or even the ocean to swim in on a warm summer’s day.

 

Open the green door,

maybe there is some lime to make your tongue tingle,

maybe emeralds scattered on the floor,

or even a crocodile.

 

Open the brown door,

maybe there’s some hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day,

maybe there is some wood to build a campfire,

or even some coffee for the adults.

 

Open the black door,

maybe there is a raven sitting on the roof of your house,

maybe smoke drifting in the air,

or even a crow in the kitchen. 

 

The room of everything

The room of everything!

 

In the room of gloomy shadows,

I heard a whistle from the corner…

 

In the room of magic,

I saw flying keys everywhere!

 

In the room of birds,

They pecked me until I came out.

 

In the room of doughnuts,

I swam through a thick layer of icing to get to the other end.

 

In the room of paper,

I came out of the room with cuts everywhere. 

 

In the room of sunlight,

I melted into a puddle.

 

In the room of pillows,

I jumped into one big pile!

 

In the room of maths,

I had to solve 1000 questions to get out!

 

In the room of everything,

 there is never too much fun!

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint

I want to paint the sound of a formula 1 car rushing past me and seeing the smoke bursting behind it like tnt the smell of freshly picked cherry’s filling my sweet and savoury nose the gold shimmering sunlight as bright as a silver blade slicing my petty head the flickering firing fire the kind that can warmth your room in a heart- beat                                 I want to paint an old man picking up a dog like he is the king of England the jealous jaguar as he spy on a tiger munching on his prey the cry of the cake as the knife slices through it like a gun the flower twilkli9ng on his petals

I want to paint the sound of a growling tiger I want to paint the felling of clouds I want to paint the taste the taste of an apple when it has its first crunch and juice trickles down your check I want to paint a hammerhead shark swimming sharply in the Bahamas whilst swaying in the seaweed I want to paint fireworks zooming in the starry sky creating a colourful picture. I want to paint a bright blue phoenix spreading its ferocious wings I want to paint the end of this sentence

I want to paint by Finn

I want to paint

 

I want to paint

a smooth, scaly snake slithering into the bushes

a small ,scuttling spider snapping its mandibles savagely 

and a succulent sausage slowly sizzling

 

I want to paint

I want to paint

I want to paint

with no constraint 

 

I want to paint

a massive school of tuna swimming round and round like a whirlwind under water

a cheater running over grass land like a large yellow and black bullet with legs

and a peregrine falcon swooping down as fast as a spitfire

 

I want to paint

I want to paint

I want to paint

with no constraint 

 

I want to paint

a castle made of hope

a shuddering stool of hate

and a human made of ambition

 

I want to paint

I want to paint

I want to paint

with no constraint 

 

I want to paint

a library of mistakes

a dictionary of disasters

and a thesaurus of thoughts

 

I want to paint

I want to paint

I want to paint

with no constraint

 

I want to paint

leaves on the wind like jellyfish floating through the ocean

the sun in the sky like a fiery ball of hope

and berries on a tree like tiny stars down on earth

The shadow

The shadow

 

Suddenly, the banging noise got louder and louder the moon was full and shimmering silver through the pillow like clouds then Lilly had enough courage to look Charlie or Madison was too scared  it was a three headed dog “A- a three h- headed dog” she mumbled.  Madison screamed but Charlie soon got her to stop. They all turned it was glowing purple but not all of it, most of it was black but it was huge taller than a child that is 7-8! There was another BANG “ oh no not again the unicorn then the three headed dog then this can this day get any worse” whispered charlie. There was a moment of silence which was really calming but then another BANG came “ I mean I love advenchers I love doing this come one guys!” 

***

“Ok we can’t just leave the three headed dog at my house can we?” said Maddison quietly. BANG! “Well we will see if it has followed us!” shouted Charlie.

“Why are you shouting Charli?” whispered lilly.

“Yeah?” said Maddison.

“Well we gotta get its attention don’t we?” shouted Charlie again.

“Oh yeah” the girls said as they carried on with the adventure in the forest.

BANG! “Not again” they all said. They turn around.

“IT’S COMING RUN!” screamed lily. 

They ran all over but then they realized what if it just wants a home. They thought. Should they let it come to the house and be their pet? 

***

“ I think we should let it stay, it’s so cute and fluffy!” said Maddison.

“Same” said Lilly.

“ Fine what are we going to call it though” whispered charlie

“Let’s call it glow” suggested Lilly 

“Ok I mean I have no idea what about you charlie!”

“ I don’t have any ether so the name is glow!” shouted Charlie.

They went on walks until 2 years later.  It was a huge shadow… BANG!

                                                          

The cliffhanger

In the gloomy sky amongst the icy hail and through the foggy clouds,the sky ship drifted towards the desert island. The sand is as dry as my tongue and a mysterious forest surrounds the five hundred foot active volcano which warms the turquoise ocean. I daydream that I am lying on the boiling sand watching the volcano smoke. I can hear the volcano roaring,almost breaking the sound barrier, as the ground shakes and the sand shuffles towards the ocean…