One day there was a boy called Theo. He was a blond haired fast boy. Theo never really believed in ghosts until one day. As he was walking home from school, his friends asked if he wanted to join them going into the abandoned house. Theo thought about it for a moment then decided that he would join them. As he walked up to the doorstep they drew straws. Theo had to go first as he opened the door he heard the sound of an ak47 and a drum gun, a wave of fear had covered him…
Theo and the haunted house By Manny
One day there was a boy called Theo. He was a blond, haired fast boy. Theo never really believed in ghosts until one day. As he was walking home from school, his friends asked if he wanted to join them going into the abandoned house. Theo thought about it for a moment then decided that he would join them. As he walked up to the doorstep they drew straws. Theo had to go first as he opened the door he heard the sound of an ak47 and a drum gun, a wave of fear had covered him…
The ancient bike
MannyN TJS The ancient bike.
The bike chains have become oily and very lonely. The chain dangles on the ground awaiting a friend to drop by and say hello. The chain is rusted and half broken.
The handle bars stick out of the metal pole like a deers antlers. The cobwebs have started to overwhelm the bike with spiders.
You are a thing
You are a fast Fennec fox fishing out food.
You are a small snail speeding around the town.
You are a feather floating down gracefully from a sharp eyed bird.
You are a poor, purple potato getting soaked and drenched.
You are a lost, graceful goldfish swimming in the depths of the sea.
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