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The mystery doors

Go and open the black door,

maybe you’ll see a pot of ink,

a duvet of darkness and shadows

or a black cat, its bright, shamrock eyes piercing into your soul.

 

Go and open the teal door,

maybe you’ll see gorgeous diamonds glitter in the crystal light,

or the vast sea,

maybe you’ll sight Neptune in the night sky.

 

Go and open the porcelain door,

see the snow shimmer down from the sky,

the fluffy clouds awaiting your arrival,

maybe you’ll feel the cold Artic wind brush past your nose.

 

Go and open the hazelnut door,

maybe you’ll see bears with beautiful chocolate fur,

violins playing the most beautiful of lullabies,

or the trees’ bark, breathing in the air around them.

 

Go and open the yellow door,

See the canaries flutter around gracefully,

maybe see the stars dance around the golden sun

or see lions that have glazed honey manes, run around playfully.

 

Go and open the smoky door,

maybe you’ll see the moon glistening down on the frosty lake,

a pack of wolves on the mountain with a flakey, charcoal fleece,

looking in awe at the luminous moon

or a path of the most perfect pebbles

that lead to a cozy, little hut.

When the cat crept

The adorable, small kitten stared up at me, Large sapphire eyes as blue as the deep aquatic oceans beaming up at my happy, comforted face, Her tabby fur, as shiny as the crescent moon up in the sky swayed like luscious, wavy ripples in a lake filled with life and fantasy. The kitten’s body, ever so small but filled with puffy, light grey and snowy white fluff , rolled around on the floor as merry as a small pair of twin sisters waking up on a white, christmas morning. The  kitten’s plumed tail was drifting from side to side like the crunchy, orange leaves, hanging on to the brown stick by a small thread. The kitten belonged to us now

 

To my surprise , the kitten trotted towards me, it jumped onto my lap and fell asleep. I couldn’t help but smile and giggle while its purr vibrated on my lap. 

“It’s time to go,” My sister exclaimed. “The sun is rising and your sister is bound to wake up soon.”

My smile dropped but I felt happy inside still, I raised the kitten off my lap and it trotted off into the bushes, meowing goodbye. We walked back that morning, not realising that we were there for three and a half hours and my little sister Amelia had woken up already. It was already 8 o’clock in the morning and the sun was high in the fiery, blended sky.

 

We arrived at the house to see my little sister Amelia at the door with a face like thunder.

“You promised me my morning hot chocolate at half past eight!” she roared as we both stepped into the house. “Where is it?” My elder sister walked to the kitchen to turn on the glass kettle, she brought out a jar of cocoa powder and mixed it into the boiling hot water. She walked into the living room and sat down with a cup of cocoa for each of us. My little sister grabbed her mug and trotted off upstairs. Me and my sister were alone and I couldn’t help but ask where Natalie got the small adorable kit from.

 

“Where did you find the kitten?” I whispered, hoping not to disturb Amelia upstairs and making her turn red with rage.

“I’ll tell you,” she said, “But don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t,” I exclaimed.

“I was walking in the snow once, ” she began and I suddenly felt myself being attracted to this story like a magnet, she went on to say.

She found the kit in the snow freezing cold. Its fur was frozen and it was so skinny it looked like a walking skeleton. She picked up the poor thing and wrapped it in her scarf. She took it home and gave it a large pile of toasty warm chicken. It ate the whole thing and the kitten lay and slept by the log fire. The next day, she and the kit went outside. My sister found out she liked to play with small rocks, so the kit was named roxy. Now, Roxy lives in the forest of seven acres and hunts small animals like rabbits and ducks.

 

Later that night, on a warm summer night I dreamed about Roxy, her soft, puffy fur and its stealthiness. How I wished  to be with her right now: her ocean blue eyes and sensitive ears, silky whiskers and a heart shaped nose, tiny paws; The cat had whispered to my heart. Now I see Roxy every night, I set traps for rabbits, hares and cottontails and then give the animals to Roxy.

 

My attitude towards everything I do  has been changing over the weeks because of roxy: I’ve always been smiling since I met the cat, I sing hymns that my sister has taught me and I even help my sister with her work but she’s never smiled since, she always acts moody as if she’s the boss. I love Roxy, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

WHEN THE CAT CREEPS

Many months passed like the speed of a bullet hitting the center of a bullseye. Natalie and I would stroll off in the early hours of the night to see little Roxy, little Roxy was not little anymore she was a medium sized cat with the independence of a tiger. I always set rabbit traps now, and every day I catch a total of three cottontails or more and she bites at it ferociously. She runs back into the forest, over the weeks the wind made the soft blades of luscious green grass sway like waves of beauty. Beyond the cat’s home was a small forest filled with giant daisies, bluebells and foxgloves floating soothingly to the spring breeze. I had found a comfort letter that I have ever known.

 

Every night, I make my way into the forest to see roxy, she was now a full grown cat and had the courage of a lion, We always sit in the field and watch the stars glow their shimmery glow, the moon lapse its phases from new to full and we listen to the calming waves of the crystal clear nearby river filled with all kinds of underwater flowers and life. We have started noticing a beautiful, large, snowy white owl that flew across the plain every spotted night. 

 

I am worried about the fact that somebody is going to find out about Roxy…Which is why I see her every night, Roxy keeps herself hidden in the bushes in the hot summer nights so nobody is able to see her, and in the daytime, she plays deeper in the forest where the squirrels rest and live, where butterflies flutter silently and where the trees interrupt the silence by rustling their trees, the odd remains of a pappus float around like snow particles, she does stay hidden a lot but she follows me around in the bare night.

 

About a week later, the secret was out. I was walking down to the valley and I felt someone was following me, I thought nothing of it and continued walking. When I reached the forest I bent down curiously and rustled the trees softly, and as Roxy ran out of the forest and into my arms, I heard a shriek.

“ What’s that!” Amelia screeched and with horror she ran off shouting “I’m telling Natalie!”

In shock and confusion on what I should do, I squeezed Roxy into my thin raincoat as she sat, comfortably as I ran home.

 

When I got home I saw Amelia shouting everything that had happened to Natalie. It was horrible to see.

“ Okay, Amelia go upstairs,” she exclaimed “I’ll deal with Lucy.” With that, Amelia stormed upstairs, making every step rattle and creak. “ What happened?”  Natalie asked 

“ Well.. I-” I was trying to exclaim as Roxy began wriggling out of my raincoat and jumped onto the floor, landing with a thump. “I had to bring Roxy home because of the terribly loud noise Amelia was making when she saw her, I didn’t want anyone else to see her.”

We thought for a moment figuring out what to do with the cat and we figured we could just leave her in the house and she could live here with us.

 

The room of Wonders

I stood in the room of thunder and lightning,

where lights snapped and the clouds cackled.

 

I escaped into a room of illusions

and got hypnotized by the moving lines and dots.

 

I waltzed into the room of dancing

and sang my heart out and danced my worries away.

 

I stood in the room of clocks,

Where my footsteps sounded like ticking bombs.

 

I walked around the room of mechanics

and listened to gears grind and wires zap.

 

Finally, I got lost in the room of mirrors

and looked across a sea of my reflection.

The mystery doors

Go and open the black door,

maybe you’ll see a pot of ink,

a duvet of darkness and shadows

or a black cat, its bright, shamrock eyes piercing into your soul.

 

Go and open the teal door,

maybe you’ll see gorgeous diamonds glitter in the crystal light,

or the vast sea,

maybe you’ll sight Neptune in the night sky.

 

Go and open the porcelain door,

see the snow shimmer down from the sky,

the fluffy clouds awaiting your arrival,

maybe you’ll feel the cold Artic wind brush past your nose.

 

Go and open the hazelnut door,

maybe you’ll see bears with beautiful chocolate fur,

violins playing the most beautiful of lullabies,

or the trees’ bark, breathing in the air around them.

 

Go and open the yellow door,

See the canaries flutter around gracefully,

maybe see the stars dance around the golden sun

or see lions that have glazed honey manes, run around playfully.

 

Go and open the smoky door,

maybe you’ll see the moon glistening down on the frosty lake,

a pack of wolves on the mountain with a flakey, charcoal fleece,

looking in awe at the luminous moon

or a path of the most perfect pebbles

that lead to a cozy, little hut.

In The Room Sparkling Stars

In the room of slippery bananas,

I kept slipping on the skins as if they were trying to trip me up.

 

In the room of sparkling stars,

all I saw was little twinkles hidden beneath the blackness.

 

In the room of rounded circles,

all I saw was eery eye holes in the ground.

 

In the room of disgusting dirty dinosaurs,

as I took the first step I got squashed like a pancake.

 

In the room of luxurious love,

I met the love of my life and stayed with them forever like it was meant to be.

 

In the hidden room of heartfelt honeycomb,

I got sucked into the walls as if I were being eaten.

 

As I stepped into the room celebration,

I saw everyone jumping around having fun, so I joined them.

 

In the room of hefty heartbreaks,

I saw my crush who did not like me back.

when the cat creeps

Day after day, week after week, the rain continued to pour for what seemed like infinity. The rain poured on the floor, making it look like a shallow ocean.The rain poured in the ditches on the ground, making them look like buckets of muddy water. The rain poured everywhere. Natalie was in the kitchen, sighing and mumbling to herself in wonder of when the rain will stop. The third week of the non-stop rain, I could not find Amelia, nor Roxy. 

 

I searched the nearby towns, the churches, The secret passageways that led to a room filled with nothing under the house. Then, I found it: The only clue that I had of where they were was in the anonymous locked room that led into Amelia’s bedroom. From the guidance books that I had read, it was clear that I would have to pick the locked room with a thin bobby-pin , whether she liked it or not. 

 

On the last day of the third week, I barged into her bedroom: no sight of Roxy.

“ Where Is she.” I asked, pure temper in my eyes

“I.. I… don’t know what you mean” Amelia said, a large grin on her face that stretched from one wonky ear to the other, True lies written all over the expression on her face “nothing is in my-” she paused, and looked around in horror to see the grey and white cloud fly from under the rickety bed and out the door, loud paw-steps running down stairs with a Thump, Thump Thump! I ran downstairs and looked at roxy, she was as skinny as when I first saw her:

“ you starved her,” I yelled, my face turning red and my eyes sparking with anger, “ she could have died!” To my speech, Amelia ran upstairs, her footsteps slowly banging upstairs with a bang, bang, bang! And then a final bang of a door slamming.

 

This happened about 30 years ago, I am forty now and I have two children, twins, a boy and a girl: Destiny is the girl and Louis is the boy,  About 25 years ago, I was allowed to travel back to my mothers house and my dad was home too, an amputated leg and a missing ear but he was still the father I Always knew. It is 1959 now and my mother and father are old now, both 94 but they live happily.

When the cat creeps out

When the cat creeps out

Hello, my name is Lucy and I am eleven years old, I am in year six.it is the 2nd June 1929 and I’m an evacuee from WWII . I have an annoying little sister called Amelia, she is in year four and is nine years old. She says that she can get away with anything because she is the youngest but she knows she cant. My mother is back in Bolton and my dad is fighting in the war, my big sister Natalie who moved to Looe after she was 23 is looking after me. My sister and I  had to move to a little village called Looe in the countryside of Cornwall because of the war.

 

I am being homeschooled  by my sister, but she changed a room in her house into a schooling room. It looks boring but it’s quite fun. I do things that are much harder for my little sister. She only does addition and subtraction  whereas I do fractions, decimals and percentages. We also do writing and spelling, my sister is good at that- so am I. She is just stuck on spelling ‘accessibility’ but I help her with it. We do art and we share a large sheet of paper and paint. She spilled paint on my canvas when we were doing separate art and she blamed it on me!

 

But, I was sleeping once, and jolted awake to a loud bang of a door slamming. I looked outside to see my sister outside with a baggy cloak on, she was walking down the street and suddenly turned into the forest and disappeared out of sight. It was late so I got into  bed and stared at the ceiling for hours on end. I couldn’t fall asleep, It was that morning before my birthday when I woke up and asked her where she went that day, she ignored me.

 

That night she told me to get my coat on and come outside with her, this was very early in the morning when the sun hadn’t come up she led me down the road right at the place I saw her disappear. I heard the leaves rustle. There was a bush with soft leaves around it. I saw a little gap where the leaves were and then I jumped when I heard my sister whistle. I noticed a pair of pastel blue eyes and a small and scared face appeared, it was a kitten! My sister told me the cat’s  name. Its name is Roxy. She was born two weeks and two days ago. The cat crept out with giant black pupils on its eyes and it crawled onto me and she was brushing her body onto my shoe. I leaned in to hold her and she was rolling round and eventually fell asleep in my arms. We were there for half an hour when my sister asked me if I wanted to take little Roxy home with us.

Letter from WWII

Dear Mum,Thank you for packing my cheese spread butty and my orange juice box. I was right hungry on the trip so I ate them halfway. The journey on the train was right long so I played with Mr Bear  and my dice but the journey on the train was cold, really cold. After what felt like years, I stepped off the train and was really surprised to see luscious green grass and flowers and trees everywhere and the valley by the river at the train station was beautiful.

 

Anyway, lots and lots of people rushed off the train like a tsunami! There were thousands upon thousands of children of every age, one, five , eleven, sixteen and even seventeen! It was like a market and adults of every size, gender and look came to take children. I was the last child to be chosen but a lovely brown-haired woman walked up to me and smiled. She looks like you!

 

Now I live with that lovely brown-haired woman. She looks young but she says she’s forty-four. Her name is Miss Calle and she is kind, loving, funny, and lets me have loads of fun! Me and her live in a beautiful small, wooden cottage house surrounded by vegetables, grass, trees, flowers all up on one hill. She lives on her own and she told me that the generation of her family  passed this house on to her and she will be passing it on to younger children and that we could live here when she moves out!

 

I have my own bedroom in the attic. She painted it yellow. It has lots of toys but the bed is a little bit uncomfortable sometimes. In the back garden there is a farm  which has  some vegetables, pigs and chickens .

 

The fact that there is beautiful green grass and flowers everywhere makes me happy. There is a small village nearby and the townsfolk are really kind. There are children there too and I always play with them. The items there are really cheap- a tall funny bloke sells a packet of crisps for 5p!

 

Nearby, is a small village which is called Haling cove. It has a lot of rivers and canals and I’m always allowed  on the boats that circle around the village. The village only has about 28 houses and about 76 people live there. I get a total of sixpence  spending money and more if I behave well. I get less if I misbehave but I’m always allowed to spend money once a week!

 

I don’t go to school because there is no school in the area but since Miss Calle is smart she homeschools me. I’m taught math, writing and spelling. I don’t know how to spell some words and Miss Calle says my handwriting is beautiful. There is a math question I’m not sure about 43+77 and it’s really confusing.

 

I do wish I was back with you and I’m worried about dad. He went to war 2 months ago and is fighting in Germany now. If you are able to send a present to dad, please give him a box of chocolates. I’m having lots of fun at my alternative home and I feel free because I am allowed to go to the village on my own. I miss you and I can’t wait to see you again.

 

Yours, Lucy

Imagen poem

A frozen lake is

As shiny as glitter,

like a crystal ball.

Hard as a rock.

 

A sunset is 

as pretty as a gem,

Like a mocktail.

On a Friday night.

 

A rainbow is 

as colorful as a lolly pop,

like a miracle in the sky.

Earths color.

 

A cloud is

as soft as cotton,

like a bed made in heaven.

Sweet dreams. 

 

A rainy day is

as cold as Antarctica,

like an icicle touching my skin.

Frost bite.