As Bob ran down the road. He fell over.
Because the thunder roared. The hobbits hid.
The goblins attacked. While Bilbo slept in a cave.
The cart came to a wheezing halt. Because Grandalf strode into the hobbit hole.
Jim rang his friend. Because he was interested in the idea.
Owls are nocturnal. Which means they are active at night. And they have excellent eye sight.
As soon as joyful Miss Walker skipped into class seven, the friendly smiles grew bigger. She was tall with luscious long hair. “Calm now children.” She spoke happily. ” I am used to a calm classroom.”
On the inside
You are the sweet taste of a blueberry bursting into my mouth.
You are the sky after the rain, shining with bright,white clouds.
You are the pleasant sound of a violin, playing in a choir.
You are as energetic as a child, playing at the park.
You are as soft as the petals of an orchid, swaying in the wind.
You are as smart as a book, waiting to be read.
You are an apple hanging from a tree, waiting to be picked with your dazzling red colour standing out from every apple.
You are the yellow in the two reds, different from them.
You are as magnificent as London at Christmas.
You are the sound of the sea when crashing against rocks.
You are forgotten, yet you still shine like the brightest star.
You are like the plaster to my cut, helping it heal.
You are the icing to the cake, keeping it together.
You may sparkle on the outside, but really your shattered glass.
Her name was Nebula.
Her scales gold and glistening,
Her skin byzantine.
Her jaws strong and cruel,
Her teeth arched and prominent.
Her eyes like a thousand magical diamonds
Her tongue the colour of a glittering aquamarine,
As it played about her lips.
Her spine bony and flexible,
her talons were like daggers
Her claws were ever ready to strike.
Her wings like a tropical sea sparkling in the moonlight.
Her ears fluttered in the solar breeze.
Her horn glows like the sun after a lunar eclipse.
Her name is her breath,
Her heart is her soul,
She looks down and guides
Us to a better future.
You are the old cold
Tin mines that peak the distant landscape,
You are the bitter-sweet song of the birds
As they dance in the orange glow of sunset,
The soft call of the waves as they play with the seaweed,
You are the calm scent of salt as you approach
the beach under a pale blue sky,
Like the sight of a pile of crisp autumn leaves
As clear as the morning call of the cockerel.
You are the rare chance of snow fall
The child’s excited gaze as the flakes
Drift gracefully and start to settle!
You are my home.
Deafening silence filled the room, the floorboards began to creak. Ivy and Ada in fear of discovery of the thing, the girls were shaking all over by now and, had butterflys in their tummys . Neither of them dared to move a muscle, and at that moment the clock struck 1: am in the morning. “Should we go, the footsteps have seemed to go?”Ada said carefully in a low voice to Ivy, “no and no!” Answered Ivy to Ada in a steady voice. By now spooky hours had invaded, some people say that 1: am is the spooky hour and indeed they were correct. Suddenly a gust of wind opened the door, what were Ivy and Ada to do? Hide or go and investigate what made that sound. There were no shadows, whispers or noises about, they were well hidden they both stayed just like a statue.
It seemed like hours but only had been minutes, the cost was clear for now. Ivy and Ada could see the eyes of golden fire which belonged to the one and only wolf, “we must go” the girls both said, he did not answer back. He walked to the gateway with Ivy and Ada. Would the wolf survive or would he be gone forever? Every minute they may stop and listen to the wolfs heartbeat and find that it was getting worse they would also found that he was very injured! All of them could see the moonlight twinkling in the sky. The stars glimmered and the buildings were as tall as ever. They turned left. But did they make it or were they to late?
Outside the weather was miserable, thunder growled, not only tha, the wind howled angrily. The sky was grey and cloudy, the sun was now gone away. Twilight was twinkling in the gloomy moon, it appeared to be six a clock pm at night. Ivy and Ada two sisters were desperately searching for a place to hide in the old building, hoping to find somewhere good to hide where no one could find them. Ivy was now shaking with fear and so was Ada, none of them were powerful! At that moment the girls thought that they heard a lock and
Eventually found they were stuck, which meant that there was no escape in the building. Suddenly the door swung open, just at that minute the two sisters saw a flash of grey appearing from the darkness, after two beady brown eyes, sharp claws and then heard a mighty growl! Without warning they saw what was standing behind them. A pack of wolves!
I curl asleep and gently purr,
I sleep, eat and relax
But I do attack from time to time,
Just watch me go!
When the sky disappears I’ll hunt,
don’t worry though,
I am cute.
I go purr purr purr!
What am I?
Outside ,the rain fell across the street .Inside the fireplace made the room comfy and cosy .
Outside ,the sun shone .Inside the room was frozen.
Outside, the wind whistled loudly.Inside the room was silent.
Outside ,snow fell onto the yard .Inside the stable everything was frozen.
Outside,the baby birds cherped .Inside everything was silent.
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