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Should dragons live with us??????????

We have been discussing whether or not to let electric dragons live in Billericay; this is a hot topic at the moment as electric dragons have come to Billericay looking for shelter.

Some people say that the dragons should find there own home and others don’t won’t them around to protect the people they love. Locals have said that they believe that its a trick and the dragons will attack the minute they get the chance.

A different view to see it is to see that the dragons can help. Some people believe that we give them home and they give us an invite electricity. That would make it less the work to make electricity and power phones 10x quicker.

Having listened to the argument I think we should let them live in Billericay.

 

 

Super slayer needed

Are you a world class bounty hunter? Can you defeat a dragon? Well we need you! We expect you to come to Basildon and slay the monstrous creature keeping us up at night, the venom dragon. If done successful we will reward you with £1,000,000, a Range Rover with 10 years pre paid insurance. This is also an opportunity to get into the record books as the bravest man of the year. Our final offer is a 2 week trip to debar with 3 friend which is again free! Don’t be dum apply to slay the dragon.com.

The creature

Ben walked down the stairs put his trainers on and ran out the door ready for his midnight jog. Ben was heading to the park when he could not resist himself but to look inside the bakery. Inside he saw cakes, donuts and other goody’s. Suddenly, just before Ben was about to leave he saw a monster like creature in the reflection and in panic turned around.To Ben surprise no creature was there and he kept on jogging.

Once Ben had reached the park he went to his favourite climbing tree and there it was a claw scratch mark.Ignoring all that had happened already Ben tried to reassure himself it was a cat who had made it and that monsters were not real. So on that conclusion he made his way home.

While he was walking down the street he saw something in the alleyway a claw.Then Ben saw legs and a head until all of creature had emerged out of the shadow. Ben never came home that night…..

Ben and the corridor

Ben looked around the corridor.It was just him and silence. Ben kept on walking and walking; the only light was the nearly dead one just about flickering. Suddenly  Ben stepped on something.Somthing red.And wet. It was blood.Ben listened in to see if any thing else was going on. He heard footsteps then he heard claws scratching against the wall.Ben hid in a locker he sensed danger, and danger sensed him.

Welcome to school

Ben walked into the classroom and sat in his seat(late as usual). “Oh we’re doing math how wonderful this is going to be so fun,”whispered Ben sarcastically.Ben went to get his note book and pen out when he noticed  he had a pen but no note book, “I was right, today is going to be fun,”sighed Ben.

A moment later, home work was set and George was full of joy, “Yes literacy and maths best day ever!”Whispered George in excitement.For the rest of the morning the class read and George had never had so much fun, “I love school!”Shouted George in the corridor.

The Museum

Everyone believed that the callous museum was the safest until now. The pillow laid next to the broken glass where the crown used to be. Usually the police guard protect the crown however, he  laid next to the bullet on the floor. Ronnie looked at the museum was jukebox with every alarm off. A bulldog was realised it was a police dog. The snow storm was getting bad. “Stop chasing me you silly dog!” shouted Ronnie. Quickly, Ronnie hoped in his car and drove away. He turned on the radio and it was news about him, the new most wanted man in Britain!

Seasons

Waves charge violently

jet ski season has began,

animals around.

 

 

Snow is on the ground

snowball fights everywhere,

no sun anywhere.

 

 

Green leafs are now red

it is now becoming cold,

leafs are on the ground.

 

The sun has returned

the birds have started to chirp,

not one stormy day.

 

 

 

The bicycle

The bicycle is a dinosaur ancient and extinct.

The seat is living in sadness missing the silk touch of a body on him.

The wheels are fast asleep dreaming of the good old days when they led the bike to glory.

The handlebars are sobbing away, thinking of a time when they were held tight and were not let go.

The headlight is leaning in the darkness where it used to light a path.

The brakes sit in heartbreak, for they used to save people with their mighty power but now, they don’t.

The bicycle beckons to be ridden, laying against the birch tree in sadness, hoping, waiting.