I’d like you too imagine the juiciest burger in the galaxy.
Now keep thinking about it whilst you answer this questionnaire.
Does it hold a pen licence?
What does it prefer , cats or dogs?
Can it live under ground?
Did it wake up in a new buggati?
Can it do a tail whip?
Does it know who Michael Myiers?
Who is its best friend?
Outside, the cold breeze added a level of comfort not being too cold or warm.
Inside, the radiator was broken inside the freezing classroom while the teacher handed out extra homework to the unhappy students.
Outside, the scorching sun shone on children playing happily in the water and sand of the beach. Inside, the curtains could not keep away the heat and neither could the aircon.
Outside, the rain poured over the miserable children on the playground. Inside, the warmth from the fire was relaxing to read a book by.
Outside, the sun cooked anyone who wasn’t wearing factor 50. Inside, a cold drink of water was soothing while watching football.
As soon as Mr Brown skipped into class nine, the familiar room immediately appeared to turn even more exitible. He was joyful with a comforting gaze rather like a fluffy cloud.
“Settle down childeren,” said the new teacher softly,”I am not used to having such a good class.”
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Miles sat down for a coffee with Fin at the control panel on the smooth leather seats, Fin rotated his body and said to miles with a grin on his face,”I’ve made something youtube of the busted engine, let me show you.” Fin got up and went into the workshop and came out about Five minutes later,” Its a robot it’s got a jetpack , speaks and it even turns into a car for 4 people.
“Whoah,” Miles gasped,” should we try it out.”
“Sure why not,” said Fin.
Out in the snow Miles was grinning with excitement, Fin shouted a command and the robot turned into a car. Miles hopped into the driver’s seat and slipped his hands over the wheel. His eyes widened with contentment he put the car into 6th and didn’t let go of the gas pedal. Drifting around the volcano thrill filled his heart as he drove up the steep side of the volcano the took a leap of faith over the volcano and landed on the other side slowly decelerating,”That was amazing!” screamed Miles.
“Brace for take off,” announced Captain Croombs (an old man with a questionable personality). A bead of sweat crawled Miles’s wrinkled forehead. The brown tinged glass reflected in the core’s blinding death stare. The ship started to shake when the engines fired up into a raging swirl of anger. The ship left the ground with a shake as if he was experiencing an earthquake. Captain Croombs shouted with a tremor in his voice “10% power 40% power 70% power 90% power,” it was impossible to breathe under the pressure.
BANG! Water washed over the ship Miles lurched forward and everyone knew we were in tsunami central.” Brace for crash landing,” yelped captain Croombs.The ship fell into a never ending spiral. The ship crashed into the barren ground. Miles let out a sigh of relief. “Engine Number 2 is out, we can only travel at 75% power now which means we have to stop one more time,” said Fin in disgust. The door opened and Miles looked on the radar (which was scanning the land for anything or anyone). They were 10 miles away from the oil stop. They had 10 minutes to get there and fill up or the world would end and it would be their fault. Miles thought this was the end.
6 Things found in a sky explorer’s backpack
A notebook -made out of the finest leather found in Serbia-
to keep track of long expeditions and journeys.
A piece of walnut ,which stays alight forever,
to keep me warm throughout cold arctic nights.
An obsidian spear (sharpened to exactly 45 degrees)
to kill any thing which will ever come on the ship.
A jar of fireflies – which when you open they fly around the ship –
to light up the captain’s path.
A water bottle (connected to the ocean)
to quench my thirst.
A pair of boots ,which weigh 10 grams so I can run faster in battle,
which are waterproof and bullet proof.
6 Things found in a sky explorer’s backpack
A notebook -made out of the finest leather found in Serbia-
to keep track of long expeditions and journeys.
A piece of walnut ,which stays alight forever,
to keep me warm throughout cold arctic nights.
An obsidian spear (sharpened to exactly 45 degrees)
to kill any thing which will ever come on the ship.
A jar of fireflies – which when you open they fly around the ship –
to light up the captain’s path.
A water bottle (connected to the ocean)
to quench my thirst.
A pair of boots ,which weigh 10 grams so I can run faster in battle,
which are waterproof and bullet proof.
My firefly dragon
Behold my firefly dragon,
A luminous fiery flash.
Its eyes a seething virescent fire.
Its tail is a curled whip parting the air.
Its scales firefly wings,
Hovering to become one colossal being,
Ready to swarm its rival,
like bees when someone hits their hive.
Its teeth are metal spikes,
like an oversized piece of barbed wire.
Its jaws stained with blood and covered in flesh.
Its spine lined with spikes,
Instantly killing anything which will ever come in contact with it.
Now behold my firefly dragon.
You are a triple tier chocolate cake,
Being devoured like a five star steak dinner,
Almost as if it was a buffet.
You are sunflower staring at the sun,
Following its leader until dawn comes,
Waiting for the day to begin again.
You are a child at a fun-fair,
Stuffing their face with candy floss,
And spinning on the teacups.
You are a morrisons meal deal,
Waiting to be bought by the construction workers over the road,
eaten on a bench of metal.
You are a rusty can,
Which once held beans; now only a piece of litter.
You are Superman,
Rescuing the city from supervillains
And falling cars.
You are a Wednesday afternoon,
Hated by everyone and loved by no one
You are a dragon,
Destroying the peasants’ houses and whatever lies inside them.
You are a grandfather clock ,
Striking 13.
You are a swimming pool,
Filled with children splashing each other,
Screaming while they get hit with a ball thrown like a missile.
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