Dear mam,
My first ever train ride it was amazing I miss you very much: even though there was two other children in the back were fighting over food and who gets the best one wanted to keep their own food and the second wanted to swap. Thanks for the lunch it was very good, I wasn’t the only one who was nervous to go on the train, they were all nervous. Everybody was clutching their gas masks and dragging there suitcases on concreate. I gazed out the window and in the fields were animals that I have never seen, after the long train ride the teachers guided us to a place called village hall and people called adults were going to chose which child there going to get, I’m scared because what if an rude adult comes and choses me. I got chosen by a kind man called Mr Michel.

Poem Sadness

My sadness is made of dark grey rain clouds,
lonely crying tears slowly falling
onto the ground.

My sadness was found in a corner huddled,
all alone eyes facing the brick wall
painted white.

My sadness can’t control itself, it’s always
miserable and heartbroken.

If I lose sadness everything will
turn into happiness, it’ll be pathetic
if theres no sadness.

Poem Sadness

My sadness is made of dark grey rain clouds,
lonely crying tears slowly falling
onto the ground.

My sadness was found in a corner huddled,
all alone eyes facing the brick wall
painted white.

My sadness can’t control itself, it’s always
miserable and heartbroken.

If I lose sadness everything will
turn into happiness, it’ll be pathetic
if theres no sadness.

A creative force like the world of nature

The birds were chirping like old ladies gossiping,

The fresh smell of the clear flowing waterfull as new as a newly sprung daisey.

A creative force in the world of nature, The birds were chirping on the dark brown branch with lush green leaves, The fresh smell of the waterfall and the burble sound​.

Sleepers haunted dreams,
spread like fog around the ship,
On the ship of haunted dreams,
wooden walls and floors creak,
the stars glow red,
the moon glares,
the splashes of the ocean waves,
the deadly sharks glaring at the ship.

It’s very likely that you’ve enjoyed a day at Sandy Beach. In the summer I expect you: ate ice cream from the van on the beach, built sandcastles in the soft sands with your siblings and splashed in the warm sea. But if you had made the visit in winter, you might have seen snow drifting on the icy roads, the waves bashed against rocks. Even the local people stay away from the beach and have a good reason.
My name is April Moon (most people call me Moo) and I spend my days at the Grand Hotel as a chef. I make breakfast in the mornings; I prepare evening meals and taste all the deserts just to see if its delicious! I have a room on the top floor, its not much but its cosy.
A noise can be heard from the kitchen window, the window is all steamy and I can’t see who’s behind it. A voice says,” Do you have anywhere to hide are you alone?,” Warily I open the window , a little boy with a dirty tear stained climbs into the kitchen. “Hide me” he pleads

Before I continue with what happens next, there is one story about our town that I should tell you. It happened so long ago that no one remembers the dates. Local legends tell of a monster that comes out of the sea on dark stormy nights. Some say it is hunting for food some say its looking for something and some say it stays on the beach. When the locals hear a noise they all lock their doors, lock their windows and close their curtains.

“Why do you need to hide?” I ask curiously “what’s the matter?”
“I heard a noise please hurry and just hide me lock the door and close the curtains as well”