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Shrek

The dragon’s fire proof skin shone.

Her jaws could open higher than me.

Her eyes are like a sharingan as she breathes fire on Shrek.

Her claws show you her name is Peppa Pig.

Shrek calls her donkey’s mrs.

The dragon’s wings send a silent scream to the hills.

Her prickly spine is like the red brick road.

Scales show across her body as the clouds fade through her.

The tongue is steel compared to a giraffe.
By Johnny

Heads of Creatures

Heads of creature

 

You are the road to my paradise 

You are the handle bars I don’t use 

You are the seat that stays strong and straight

You are the jumps of the forest

You are the wood of the trees

You are also the bricks of the old stables 

You are the horse of the wild herd 

You are the controller of the console 

You are the heart of the world 

You are the brains of the beautiful wildlife 

You are the field for the farmers 

Your are the grass for the horses

You are the hills of the isle 

Your are the wet sandy beaches for the horses hooves to gallop and clop 

You light up the world like a god of love 

You are the road to the light of the world

This poem is by Johnny Cooney

The book of mischief chapter 4 by Johnny

The shiver of icy air flew past her. The door had disappeared into thin air and Maddie didn’t know why. The audible footsteps chimed into her ears. There was no door, but she eyed the magical pool at the bottom of the hill. She could just make out a shiny birch door at the depths of the water.

Instantaneously,  she dived inside. Fish swirled around Maddie confusingly. She expected it to be cold but it was very warm. The natural green colour of the pool looked like it had been dyed. Maddie took a deep breath, and swam further.

Down and down towards the outline of the door. Her mood intensified. Maddie’s fingers touched the door quickly. She felt deadly. Maddie grabbed the door handle and dashed into the deserted corridor. She painted swiftly. Astonishingly, her clothes were dry and she didn’t feel any moisture on her body. What had just occurred?

Blameworthy, she walked through the curtains back into the shop. The shopkeeper gazed at Maddie.’ So, have you found what you wanted?’ he questioned wisely. Maddie shook her head.

 

‘The thing is,’ he explained,’ you can experience many of my wonders but the past can’t be undone. But there is always another day, ‘ he said calmly. He stopped cleaning the jewel encrusted chest in front of him.

“Maybe next time,” he said quietly, holding the door open.

Maddie stepped outside onto the rainy empty road. She turned around intriguingly but all there was was a stony miserable alleyway.

She strider home and thought, maybe tomorrow. Maddie did not notice that the liquorice black crow was all she was being followed by. It perched on a tall oak tree and sighed. It always had free time.

Chapter 3 The Book Of Mischief by Johnny

The waterfall was an incredible sight: it glistened and twinkled; mythical pool at the bottom held charming fish; and the caves at the side had vast, flickering torches.

“Is anyone there?” whispered Maddie. But all she heard was the splashing of the waterfall. She walked a bit more. The beautiful blackbirds of the different trees tweeted above her head.She thought she had stepped into a tense dream.

Maddie was searching for the treasure she drew in the book of mischief. There was no sign of a golden retriever. It felt wrong. Then she heard something…

Something in the cave was making peculiar sounds and footsteps. She peered round the oak tree and put her eyes on the cave. But all there was were the odd untouched torches. There was another little roar. It was repetitious now. But Maddie couldn’t spot any strange animal.

Then, she went inside. There was a frightening shadow behind the corner. Maddie couldn’t hesitate any longer. She sprinted as fast as she could back to the door.

But nothing was there. Except more hills and forest. Maddie startled. “Come back,” said a voice behind her.

The Lonely Emporium by Johnny

The lonely emporium chapter 2

“Welcome to my shop,” hissed the owner, his jet black eyes on Maddie.

“Can I have a look around?” muttered Maddie interestingly, staring at the overloaded piles of gold.

“Of course you can, but do not touch that book!” exclaimed the owner but not looking back. He vanished. Maddie was so badly tempted to open the book, like a hand pulling her closer. Soon enough, her hands were on the book of mischief. The glowing scarlet carpet circled her body happily. Without worrying, she opened the book a little and checked if anyone was looking. Turning back, she opened it again. Every single page had a picturesque picture with towns cities, fields and more. Maddie was examining every bit with her eyes. She had never seen anything like it. The next second, Maddie had a big quill in her hand that had already been dipped in ink and she was drawing a waterfall and a giant forest and she drew someone she missed the most.

The dark crow got off the desk and flew down a corridor with hundreds of paths. Maddie followed the crow to one of the doors. Behind her, there was a door with shattered glass and on her left there was a cracked door with a shadow peeping out. But in front of her there was a recently painted door and the crow tapped its foot on it. Maddie entered.

She walked through the narrow door, but it wasn’t a room, it was a forest with an exquisite, fine waterfall. As soon as she took her first step in, wonder, she realised something. The wonder was exactly what she had drawn. It was precisely her imagination. Courageously. She walked down the stone steps next to the waterfall.

The book of mischief prologue and chapter one

The twisted, black clouds swept across the lonely emporium. It was one of the places no one ever went. Even though the big windows glistened and was home to stunning, quality books and colourful, fascinating toys, the bitter, rusty door refused to let anyone in. No one dared glimpsed at the door more than once until Maddie came along.

Maddie was an inquisitive girl who loved to discover. One evening, the stars shimmered above the silver clouds and she was taking a stroll down lonely road. The emporium was unique this night. On the windows, there was no dust. It looked like they had cleaned the shop! But Maddie didn’t care. She stepped inside cautiously.

Everywhere Maddie gazed, it was crowded with extraordinary magical things and clocks with more than two hands. Despite all these marvellous items, there was one thing that intrigued Maddie the most. There was a grand wooden lectern holding a wide, leathery book. The smell of fresh baked bread drifted into her nose. She seized the book and patted it to get the dirt off. When she opened it, incredible sparks flew out and peculiar letters moved around.

Just then, Maddie startled. An old man came dashing out the cherry coloured curtains. He said, “I see you have found the book of mischief!” He exclaimed to Maddie. She looked at the man. Some coal-black crows perching on the desk chock their heads. What did Maddie do?

The Lonely Emporium by Johnny

The lonely emporium chapter 2

“Welcome to my shop,” hissed the owner, his jet black eyes on Maddie.

“Can I have a look around?” muttered Maddie interestingly, staring at the overloaded piles of gold.

“Of course you can, but do not touch that book!” exclaimed the owner but not looking back. He vanished. Maddie was so badly tempted to open the book, like a hand pulling her closer. Soon enough, her hands were on the book of mischief. The glowing scarlet carpet circled her body happily. Without worrying, she opened the book a little and checked if anyone was looking. Turning back, she opened it again. Every single page had a picturesque picture with towns cities, fields and more. Maddie was examining every bit with her eyes. She had never seen anything like it. The next second, Maddie had a big quill in her hand that had already been dipped in ink and she was drawing a waterfall and a giant forest and she drew someone she missed the most.

The dark crow got off the desk and flew down a corridor with hundreds of paths. Maddie followed the crow to one of the doors. Behind her, there was a door with shattered glass and on her left there was a cracked door with a shadow peeping out. But in front of her there was a recently painted door and the crow tapped its foot on it. Maddie entered.

She walked through the narrow door, but it wasn’t a room, it was a forest with an exquisite, fine waterfall. As soon as she took her first step in, wonder, she realised something. The wonder was exactly what she had drawn. It was precisely her imagination. Courageously. She walked down the stone steps next to the waterfall.

Treasure poem by johnny

If i were summoned

to create a treasure

i would take:

 

Cute little blackbirds humming gently

Thunder crackling loudly

and bells chiming everywhere.

 

Feathery golden eagles flying above mountains

crimson fire growling all over the place

and a new beautiful rose in the garden.

 

Velvety, soft dogs fur on my pants

sharp, prickly shells possessed by the ocean

and a fragile, modern book in my hands.

 

Sweet flowers growing in deep soil

delicious cheesy pizza meeting my nostrils

and a giant, luscious chhocolate cake ready to be eaten.

 

The whistle of wind at the beach passing my body

Crackling candles making refreshing smells

and fascinating, colourful fireworks shooting outside my window.

The mischievous magical chambers by Johnny

Go and open the green door,

maybe you’ll see

giant, lime leaves blowing around gently like falling feathers

amazing emeralds shaking on the glimmering ground furiously

and towering, olive seaweed waving motionlessly

 

Go and open the yellow door,

maybe you’ll see

a perfect trophy, beaming beautifully back at you

a golden, glistening butterfly transforming into an autumn leaf

and happiness flowing out of the sun swiftly.

 

Go and open the silver door,

maybe you’ll see

shadowy shocks mixing up in a silver cauldron

the stormy sky yelling havoc

and shiny pearls slowly changing into liquid snow.

 

Go and open the orange door,

maybe you’ll see

fiery oranges exploding quickly

the sun smiling

and a marmalade cat snoozing peacefully.

 

Go and open the blue door,

maybe you’ll see

a dolphin splashing happily

the sky moving lazily

and the sadness in your heart revealing.

The room of salty sea by Johnny

I swam into the room of salty sea-                                                                                                                                     and the sky cried waves.

Shocking sharks circled violently                                                                                                                                       and the tsunami roared louder than an explosion.

octopuses stuck on colossal buoys                                                                                                                                     and the bubbles flew lightning speed.

The clouds faded a gloomy grey;                                                                                                                                    whales desperately hunted for food…

A distant fish swam;                                                                                                                                                           all creatures chased it furiously.

The ocean screamed havoc                                                                                                                                              as the winds sped up.

A tornado appeared swiftly;                                                                                                                                             and there was loud silence.