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The subject poem

On the Island of History,

I saw laying there a viking

longship as long as the eiffel tower,houses

shaped as the anglo-saxons house,and there

was laying Romans battling each other,among 

the side was sitting a glowing mask,

It was a magnificent helmet made out of iron.

 

On the Island of Maths,

I saw numbers sinking down the paths,

equations flowing up into the gray sky.

Symbols being placed int there right direction,and test papers laying around stuck on the floor

 

On the Island of Art,

paint splattered around the fields of paintings,

paint brushes moving dipping itself in pastel colors,

the trees shaped as canvases and shops only being allowed to sell paint-palettes.

 

On the Island of Music,

Instruments played around such as the saxophone,

The french horn,the trumpet,the trombone and the tuba.

Balloons shaped as the music shapes and the radio turned up as loud as an earthquake.

 

The supergirl gets detected

Dear Brooklyn,

 

I am writing this email to persuade you to stop working with supergirl and find a place in harvard.I will gently ask you to stop hanging out with supergirl.

My first point is that for the last few weeks supergirl was training you to feel 

Weak which is really unusual of her to do that.You are always sick and tired 

And you know why,it’s all because of that liquid you have been drinking!

That is poison!You deserve way more better than this! Please stop drinking it. 

 

Also,I am concerned that you will never know what happened to her and why.It

all started when Doctor Fate diagnosed Supergirl who suffered from a severe case of

survivor guilt and PTSD,and “Dark Supergirl” was a physical manifestation from her physiological  trauma,which was literally crushing her.Also there’s one more thing to say,you really are behind on your studies and will have to do more studying 

to a championship into college then to university.

 

To build on this concern,I would like to explain that if you do not study well in these tests,all the good thoughts of having a decent job will disappear.It is kind of fair for supergirl because shes like 36 and your like 21.She has superpowers,she has a job and owns 7

Story mansion and is a millionaire.

But that’s not all…she’s the editor of CatCoWorldWide Media.Well young lady I suggest you to leave her and go back to studies,just for your own safety.

 

Besides,have you been sitting there and just thought what would happen if

you were unlucky enough to get hurt?

I have been concerned that therefore Supergirl is putting you in danger.

 

To summarize this,why not give up this risky and danger walking career of yours and come out of that Supergirl’s caution mind.Go back and try hard to get full A’s in your levels in technology and become the smartest and the best!

Your Sincerely,Hareem ]}}}}

Batgirl quites

 

Dear batgirl

I am righting to you to convince you to stop beighing  a superhero ,because several years people have been arguing that you are making the world a worse place,so please stop. If you stop you can do much more things and the crew does not need you. Also if you make the would a worse place it does not help.Thank you for time you when you were on the crew.

From Batman .

Setting the scene

Nearby the gateway,Hailey observed the tense feeling of a shadowy voice approaching.It became a discovery.

Kneeling down,the great,big and stygian tiger proceeded towards the glimerish gateway.

The gateway had a specific detail to it.The gateway was huge,huger than any gateway,the main point to it that it was a wierd colour a colour called falu which I had never seen.

Hailey,who became more sensitive and frightened,went behind the bars and hid.

On the oposite side of the gate,there stood a beautiful lake,it was a fresh shade of blue.It was a fresh water,the cleanest and freshest water to be seen.

The sun became brighter;the lake stood there silent and calmly;the flowers started to shine up and stood out;everything,everything of the oposite side was so mesmerizing like I was in heaven.

Chapter 2 – Tyger

It was a cold winter night in mid December. Rain spattered down whilst clouds were billowing. Adam was home just in time before lightning struck. He took a few more steps then he was inside. 

Old but precious books lay on the floor he was shocked. In the living room there was an old nearly broken table,Adam Wounded  why he had it. In an instant Adam was thinking of people inside the building and felt worried. His heart stopped beating and froze. He was as still as a statue for a minute . Suddenly he heard something it was not a normal for him to hear sound as well as that he saw bright threatening orange eye,fur blowed and claws razor sharp.Adam was trapped.

The cat poem

I am the amber- eyes darkening as I stare.

I am the white- pointy whiskers outstanding into your eyes.

I am the pinky -brown nose sniffing for a fresh scent of heart healing milk.

I am the soft -tender fur streaking into love of warmness.

I am the dark- charcoal smoky pupils flowing into a dark night sky.

I am a milk lover of dawn.

I am the big circled eyes as round and clear as a sphere.

I am the pointy round edged ears hearing a whistle from a bird in a tree.

I am a night- hunter hunting for milk at every house

I am a fur- cleaner.

I am a table- scratcher whisking through the woods of the table.

I am a animal that loves watching out of windows.

I have soft,fluffy fur that will make you outrageously warmed.

Im asleep at morning and awake at night.

After I have my milk I doze of to sleep.

Bunny

I am as white as snow.

I have teeth as big as a lid.

I bounce as high as a kangaroo.

I will get a carrot and crunch it all up.

I am as fluffy as a teddy.

 I sneak out of the cage slowly and carefully to get a carrot.

I might not look tough but you will not want to mess with.

I am kind but am an attention seeker.

 

Tiger poem

Fire shifted,the minacious tiger approached.

 

Its ears are curved as a sphere.

 

Its glowing,vicious eyes stare back into your soul as you scream heavily.

 

Its subtle,stripy fur streaks through the manipulative streets of the town.

 

The tiger prowls as deadly as its legs hurt.

 

It approaches as its next fabulous,amazing prey comes across.

 

The tiger runs in excitement ready for his next staggering meal. 

 

 

 

 

(Chapter 1)(The start of the Emporium)

Hareem had always been going on adventures and her mother would always warn her that it would lead to a bad path.One breezy Tuesday,she was walking down  a dreadful sidewalk  when she had noticed something very suspicious about the Emporium.For once,the door was finally open and without really thinking about it,she stepped inside.

Everywhere she looked and saw,it was packed with wonders and things that she was desperate to touch.She saw a basket of emerald shining hanging up from the ceiling and was sparkling as a star in the sky. A little tiny torch  just the size of a miniature doll making a tiny shadow of the plant sitting right next to you.There were tons of alarms going off as if something is going to happen.Magically on one counter,a plate of biscuits and crackers and some tea sitting right there wanting to have a bite as it dreamly looked delightful to eat.There was a display with bells as shiny as a glittering bomb and a very tingly sound coming through your ear. There was also dancing dolls turned on as the lights from the ceiling turned to different colours.Bright,coloured and rainbow shaped pillows staring at you like you were the earth standing right infront of it. On one of the sides were a row of magnificent, fancy dresses.But the thing that interested Hareem mostly was a weird looking book which only had a plain green cover,she flipped the pages and saw swirly handwriting.

I see you’ve found my book of magic.” 

“Magic?”

Hareem said in a shocked voice looking at the man standing in front of her. “Who are you?” The man in front of her had green eyes,skin-peeled mouth and a bonky nose.On his shoulder was a red parrot with red eyes as

dark and bloody like a venomice vampire would have. It shook its head at her, rudely.

 

 

dark and bloody like a venomice vampire would have. It shook its head at her, rudely.

Treasures

If i were summoned

to create a treasure

I would take:

 

The smell of

A delicious,yummy grilled pizza,

A finely baked croissant in the oven

And the sprinkles on a donut glazing at your mouth.

 

The sound of

A piano being played a peaceful art of music,

The rain pouring down 

And someone’s ringtone playing.

 

The sight of

The best surprise coming towards you,

A fairy fight on the side of the road

And the best fast food restaurant is sitting in front of me.

 

The touch of

A sun randomly coming up at the breezing sky,

A splash of water fighting me on a hot sunny day 

And the snow dropping on my hands.

 

The taste of

A chocolate cookie soft enough for a sweet tooth

A juicy big burger staring at you

And a big bite of your pizza being shoved into your mouth.