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The shadow

The shadow.
Matt flung open the door taring it of it’s hinges and pelted up the house checking if anybody was there. There was nothing so he stopped. A light flickered on and a shadow loomed over something sharp. Suddenly, the shadow stopped and faced him. Matt took some steps back then pelted down the rotten stairs he didn’t know where he was so he ran out the door. When he got to his bedroom, he feroucisly hit his head on his pillow as if he was trying to get out of a bad dream. The door swung open and the shadow stepped towards him.

Winters air

Sam looked out the window. Snow blanketed the cars as lonely stars twinkled. He pulled on his coat and strepped outside. The chilly air ran on my skin as the ice on the lakes twinkled like diamonds. Slowly he walked over to a old shack house near the town shop.

bike poem Henry

The rotten paint peeled like a scab,

The crusty bike stand held it up as if it was grampas walking stick.

The lazy wheels burst as quick as fake teeth flying out of someones mouth when they break into

laughter.

My poem of everything by Henry Sww

Henry SWW

You are the roaring waves crashing upon sharp rocks.

You are the stars shine blinding me from mile’s away.

You are the distance between a tigers teeth and the predoters stare.

You are the led in a pencil helping you to write.

You are my knotty hair as it sway’s in the wind.

You are the pencil case’s colour as it shines in the sun.
You are the coat’s furriness keeping me warm in the winter’s air.

My poem of… by Henry

Henry SWW

You are the roaring waves crashing upon sharp rocks.

You are the stars shine blinding me from mile’s away.

You are the distance between a tigers teeth and the predoters stare.

You are the led in a pencil helping you to write.

You are my knotty hair as it sway’s in the wind.

You are the pencil case’s colour as it shines in the sun.

You are the coat’s furriness keeping me warm in the winter’s air.