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the secret

Shadow observed Alex. His eyes were deep orange and blazed like an ember of fire. His fur waved like the sea with every step, as dark as the void, as dark as the polluted night sky. Alex saw his claws as curved like a saber, as sharp as a tip of a sword. Wiry whiskers extended out, and stood like an old man’s beard. To Alex’s amazement, he opened his mouth. Ivory teeth curled, as savage as a poacher’s tricks. He prodded forwards, sniffed his hand with her candy floss-like tongue, rough as sandpaper and blood-hot, and licked his fingers. Alex was spellbinded.

 

“She likes you,” said Mrs Hill Alex couldn’t help but smile as Shadow disappeared into the bushes.Alex sensed that they were being watched, for a second he thought he saw the fiery eyes of the great cat. “She’ll be watching,” nodded Mrs Hill.”I found her a few years back. She was a cub then, starving. Someone must have set him loose, I reckon that the person who he was with fed him with the war going on. I took her in like a secret and nursed him back to health. He grew so fast! ”He’s our secret now, if someone knows they could shoot her if they saw. No one must know.”

 

That night Alex dreamed of the great cat. Shadow slinking through the great forest, eyes of fire piercing through the gloom. So it was that night, that Alex visited Shadow, taking any scraps he could find. Shadow would snatch it from his hand, he was shy because he would normally hurt himself, taking mice, voles, rabbits, hares, and even the big old deer himself.

 

One night, Shadow let Alex stroke his back. Within weeks, she would nuzzle his pockets for any scraps of meat if there were any, always making his low throaty rumble. And Alex changed. He no longer scowled and once his chores were done, he was off walking the village. Mrs Hill could hear Alex whistling or singing hymns he learned at school. Mrs Hill would say that keeping the secret of Shadow would bound them together. 

The water giant

    The water giant

 

The water giant is a beast that has become extremely rare to see.

Would you be able to recognise a male water giant by a little description? In fact, some people mistake this giant to be part of the sea near the beach. Unlike other giants, this one has no legs and the place where the legs were supposed to be there is a tornado of water. This beast is as big as a tsunami or a very big tree. This beast’s arm is as powerful as a wizard’s staff.

 

However, female water giants have a lighter colour of water and have green hair looking like seaweed. For this reason, they like to stay underneath the water to be quiet so no hunter hears them. They have a strong control over water and are just a little smaller than the male water giants. Female water giant’s arms aren’t as powerful as male’s arms because they normally stay back and keep the young water giants safe.

 

The habitat of the water giant is mostly in the sea but underneath the sea is the giant’s home. There is an underwater cave that is the home of the water giant. This home is full of what the water giant eats and everything he or she will need to survive under the sea.

 

The water giant eats mostly everything that lurks underneath the sea except for the most deadly animal in the sea, the box jellyfish. The water giant’s favourite food in his diet is fish and his second favourite food is seaweed.

 

What makes this giant rare is that this beast has been hunted for centuries and had never been left alone until the first purge of 2013 on June 7. The reason that they have been hunted is that they can make one wish to the person who really needs it and the people that have helped the water giant to flee away from the hunters.

Th lies of another

The next day it rained. Rain poured from the sky; rain pounded the fields. It was as if the sky had split apart and it would rain forever. But Alex couldn’t wait any longer, while Mrs Hill muttered away. Outside, the rain soaked Alex to the skin. Not a single crevice was left dry. He searched the village, and the fields, calling and calling. Only the roars of the wind replied to him.

 

He stopped at Mrs Wink’s house and asked if she had seen Jacob. She knew everything that went on in the village. Mrs Wink was at her window watching. “Don’t come in  here, dripping all over my kitchen floor,” she snapped, thinking that her kitchen floor was messed up. 

“Sorry Mrs Wink, have you seen Jacob Li, this morning,” said Alex politely. 

“No,” she curtly replied, closing the door in his face.

 

Maybe Jacob had returned to Shadow again? After all, he did love animals. Maybe he had found the courage to go back? Now, this all happened about 87 years ago. Jacob had returned. somehow, he had got over his fear and had come back with a coney that he’s snared. They are all gone now. Billy died in France in the war of 1945. He still dreams of the Shadow of the woods that lives inside of his heart forever. A dark ghost now in the night of my life. A friendship made out of chaos.

The secret of hill

Alex Wimbleton didn’t want to leave home. He stared out the window of his room door, across miles of grassy fields, and gritted his hands. The room smelled damp. The room where he was sleeping was Mrs. Hills’ son’s room and he was in France fighting in the war.  She didn’t like to be reminded about him. Mrs. Hill was very sad when he asked about her son. Alex know knew not to ask or say anything about him.

 

His first day of school had come and gone. The teacher was a nice man called Mr Sanders and he realized that Alex couldn’t read or write. Alex sat at the back of the classroom and had always had his head down plus he kept all his anger in a box, he shot out of the classroom door as soon as the school bell rang. The weeks flew by and Alex had made a routine, most of his hours bored at school, then helping Mrs Hill in the garden to help pull out the vegetables that he mostly didn’t know existed, he locked the chickens in at night and collected the eggs in the morning.

 

Last thing at night Alex would look at the window to see the stars and nothing exciting had happened but then he soon realised that every night Mrs Hill would sneak out the house with some food and a lantern and would make her way down into Spiney’s Acre. He watched her from his room’s window. What was she doing?  Why did she go there every night?

 

Alex didn’t have to wait all that long to find out. One night, at the start of May, she asked Alex to follow her. The beacon of light bounced ahead and Alex followed sulkily behind. He wasn’t ready for her to know that he was beginning to enjoy the new life he was living. The moon shone down a silver light and the stars lit the night sky but inside Spiney’s Acre, it was dark. He ran after Mrs Hill.

 

Mrs. Hill stopped, and Alex peered through the bushes. Then two amber eyes appeared behind the shrub. Alex gasped. He was looking at an enormous cat that he had never seen before. ”Meet Shadow,” Mrs Hill whispered,” She’s a black lion. I found her lost in the snow as a cub left to die.”Alex stood paralyzed with fear as soon as Shadow stared at him and padded forward towards him.