The Tree giant 

The tree giant is a type of giant that is heading towards extinction.

Would you be able to recognize a male tree giant if you ever met one? They share some physical similarities  with trees as their skin is tough like the bark of a tree and their feet are shaped like tree stumps. Like most giants, they normally have thick slender bodies covered in vines and Ivy, but some males found in the wild have been seen with short and stubby bodies. The main feature of male tree giants is the daisy at the core of its body which represents its heart.

On the other hand, female tree giants  are shorter than males and are covered in moss. Females have pouches in their stomachs to carry young and are coated in mushrooms.  Most females disguise themselves as oak trees and are the most endangered. They have teeth that grind through any type of material. 

Tree giants usually live in dense forests without any human civilization so they are not disturbed. They are very shy giants. During the daytime they hide in caves or disguise themselves as trees. Tree giants are easy to identify as they  make a high pitch screech when they are walking. However if they do see you they will start to run away and hide. 

Tree giants have specific diets they stick to for most of their lives. They thrive on all the following: lavender, mushrooms, all types of vegetables and fruits, hedgerow and succulent leaves.  Tree giants are quite fond of nuts and sugary items they find in the wild. 

The best feature of tree giants is that they can purify land and bring dead plants and land back to life. That is why they are currently being taken away and used illegally,some whilst disguising as trees are cut down by humans that is why they are struggling  in numbers. This has led the sighting of tree giants to be a rare occurrence.

Chapter – 4 

The next day it rained. Gray clouds flooded the skies; rain pounded the fields flat; rain filled the alleys, roads and pathways through the valleys. It was as if the sky would never stop pouring out rain. Mary stood at her bedroom window looking out into the rain and saw the three women approaching once again. She felt as if she had to stop them. But Mary couldn’t wait anymore so she quietly put her raincoat on and snuck out the door. Outside, the rain had soaked Mary to the skin, but she still desperately searched for the women. She desperately searched the nearby village, but they had disappeared. 

She stopped at Mrs Hill’s house to ask about the 3 women. Mrs Hill always knew everything going on in the area.  Mrs Smith called her a tittle-tattle and said she always rambled on about other people but she was Mary’s last resort to find the women. Funnily enough, Mrs Hill was standing at her bedroom window watching. “ Don’t come in ere, witch ya wet boots on it’ll ruin me new carpet.”She shouted angered, by the thought of her newly installed carpet being ruined. “ Sorry Mrs Hill but have you seen 3 women passing towards my home these past few days?” Mary said politely, Mrs Hill eyed the young girl. “No,” she said, slamming the door shut in Mary’s face.

Mary stood under the oak tree beside her school yard. She could hear the wind howling and rain dripping and this made her shiver. As she was about to leave she remembered, like an answer to an English question, it came to her. Maybe they had returned to Mrs Smith’s home? After all, she had been searching the village, not the house. Maybe they saw her leave and went back? Mr Smithhad just woken up when she left so they must have seen him if they were there. She pickled her feet up and made her way home.

All this happened 20 years ago. The three women had been the family of the smiths.  I found them all chatting in Mr Smith’s room. They introduced themselves as Mr and Mrs Smith’s mothers and their sister. Sadly Mr Smith would never be able to visit the rest of his family  because  somebody discovered that Mr Smith was alive

and was hiding. He died in 1945 as he was sent to the rag ends of the war in France and sadly passed away. Mary was sent back to her mother and father in 1946 and was happily married by 1955 and had a daughter in 1960, and named her aberline. One summer’s day, Mrs Smith sent her a letter telling her that she had been released from jail. The whole journey living in the valleys is now just a happy memory and the bond between Mary and the smiths was a bond made of chaos. 

Winter soon faded and Mary had gotten used to life with Mrs Smith. The valleys were now filled with gorgeous daisies but she still missed the bustling streets of London with endless traffic and dirt covered buildings that towered overhead. Unlike London, the valley was filled with lime green grass  shooting upward with splashes of colour: The scarlet roses flowering, Hibiscus bushes with beautiful pink leaves and blue Foxgloves swayed in the wind.  Mary felt a sensation of warmth she had never felt before as she ran through the valley. 

After school, Mary would always play with James but she preferred to call him Mr Smith and thought of him as a father since she never got to see her dad as he died when her mother was 8 months pregnant. Sometimes they would go out in the back garden together and play hopscotch; she also enjoyed playing with Mrs Smith as she had gotten kinder towards her. James and Mary would stargaze and watch the moon from Mary’s bedroom window. Mary knew what the two thought of her and how  they pretended as if she was their deceased daughter. But Mary was worried, what would happen if Mr Smith was discovered? Would he have to go to war with all the other men? If he did have to go to war would he ever come back? Mary dismissed her feelings and went to bed. 

The sun had risen and Mary decided to play outside with Mr Smith as it was Saturday then she grabbed a slim piece of chalk and hurried out. When she made it to the garden she saw Mr Smith waiting for her. They played for hours but Mary couldn’t help but feel as if they were being watched. Once they had gotten tired she went back to her room and looked out the window then saw both Mr and Mrs Smith together outside. She looked around and saw a woman next to their fence watching them. She rushed down the stairs and bashed the kitchen door open.  “Someones there!” she shouted catching her breath as the woman behind the fence ran away. They both burst out laughing “There’s none there silly,” Mrs Smith jokingly said, Mary gave up on convincing the two and went back to her room seeing 3 women approaching their fence, tears, tears rolling down their faces.

Where lies are endless 

Mary Jane loved her home and never thought she had to leave her family and friends . She stared out of the bedroom window , looking at the lifeless fields stretching hundreds of miles ahead and holding back tears. She missed being with her friends Nancy,Linda and Patricia back at the bustling city of London but now they had all been separated. Mary slept in a  small room with a metal bed that had a tough mattress and a crate as a night stand. The room was damp and had an unusual smell  and in the little wooden closet there was a box of neatly folded clothes that seemed to belong to someone else and Mary figured someone used to sleep in her new room. Mary was no fool and decided to not bring up the box in conversation with Mrs Smith as there were pictures of her with some children and a man all over the house.

She had already been enrolled in a school. On her first day of school she met her teacher, a nice enough man called Mr Jhonson. He discovered Mary could read and write quite well and understood books made for years older than her. Mary already knew most of the lesson being taught by Mrs Johnson so she sat at the back of the classroom with her copy book and scratch pen. She normally got bored in classes so at the end of the day she shot out the school as soon as the bell rang . 

As weeks passed Mary started to form a routine. Her week days were filled with boredom, scraping down the alphabet , and then returning to her new home to help Mrs Smith. She was given many jobs by Mrs Smith before Mary arrived; she had dug up her garden and grew many vegetables. He was told to lock the hens up in their coop before dinner. She also had to feed the cow who was kept in a small shed for fattening. As soon as spring had arrived the lifeless valleys were now filled with brightly coloured flowers  and lime green grass. 

Whilst Mary was hopping up the stairs after having dinner, Mrs Smith came out with an enormous plate of food and put it down on a crate near the stairs then approached the stairs.  Mary then slowly stepped toward her room and sat on her bed and quickly closed the door. Mrs Smith then went back down the stairs then went to the little hook  on the stairs then the first 4 steps opened up to reveal a small opening. She grabbed the plate then headed down. Mary then heard a door slam shut she quickly got up and opened the door tiptoed down the stairs and pulled the hook and snuck down.

When she touched the door down the staircase slightly opened and Mrs Smith was sat on a bed with a man whilst he ate the plate of  food whilst chatting to each other Mrs

Dear Ma, 

Thanks for the sandwich I ate it during the ride to Ribchester. The train was right packed with children and I almost lost me tag on the way. It was proper cold on the train. After what felt like centuries, I arrived at Ribchester it aint nothing like home its a huge valley with not many other houses. 

At last we got there, there were a whole crowd of women choosing which child they wanted. It were like the market on a Sunday morning. I got chosen as the one of the very last children. 

When I did get chosen I was taken by Mrs Smith who took me to her house south of Ribchester  which is a cottage in the valley next to a village.  She got a well in er garden . There’s a huge handle turn and a bucket comes up. First thing Mrs Smith Smith did was tell me to take a wash in er tub outside. It was right cold outside. She didn’t back let me The house till i were scrubbed clean.  She talks funny but we get along right well. 

My room in the attic is what she told me she never told me I was sharing a room with her daughter called Nancy she asked me if I was the girl who were sharing her room with and I said yes. Nancy’s right nice and is 1 month older than me. Mrs Smith told me that her husband was off in the war fighting like dad. She also has chickens in her garden. She assigned me to make sure the chickens are fed and are doing well.  She has rows of vegetables. I feed the chicken with some of the seeds.

You’d never guess but Mrs Smith has a cow called Bessie in a little fenced off area in the garden. She gives me small jobs to do. My favorite is feeding Bessie scraps like cauliflower leaves and broccoli stalks. One of my other jobs is to lock up the chicken coop so they can not  be eaten by foxes. I also have to collect the hens eggs so in the morning she gives me and Nancy a fresh boiled egg. 

The village next to the cottage is called Little Wood. I walk there often. There are only around 20 houses in Little Wood. The village is filled with green grass and there are apple trees that have a load of apples. Whenever I go there I always take one for myself and one for Nancy at home. 

Mrs Smith enrolled me in a school called Little Wood primary School. It is a 5 minute walk from me cottage. The class room is packed with other children. The class does have an air raid shelter but it is very small and could not fit the whole class but I do carry a gas mask with me. In the class it’s right cold. Our routine is to first sing save the King then pray for the country. I’m trying right hard with my handwriting and numbers.

Sometimes when it’s sunny we go out and sit and eat our lunch on the grass and normally Mrs Smith sends me with a dripping sandwich and an orange wrapped up in my school bag. Sometimes she sends me on my way with a  thermostat of soup as a treat. The boys and girls here are all polite and nice to me. We all play hopscotch together. When it’s raining we sit in the classroom which is right uncomfortable . 

I do hope you are doing well at home Ma. I do pray for you and da every night. I hope Da is doing well and will come back unharmed from the war. I will always keep you and Da in my heart. I will hopefully come back home soon. Please write back to me soon

Your loving daughter- Mary

My Joy is made of – 

Endless hours playing with the cats, 

The joy of chatting with my family and friends,

The dark sorrowful clouds finally disappearing the glistening sun emerging,

The joy of finally seeing Biscuit and  Bilal.

I Found Joy-

Caged by sorrowful thoughts,

Hiding away in the depths of my nightmare,

Sitting with the cats lounging on the sofa,

Dancing on the hill picking dandelions happily. 

My Joy can- 

Wipe away the tears of a weeping child,

Bring life to even the deadest flowers,

Bring joy even too the most broken souls,

Break apart hearts of stone.

If I lost my joy-

All the gorgeous summer flowers would die out along with the rest of the earth ,slowly disappearing and crumbling away…

On the ship of light, beams of vibrant bright sunlight flashed the old deck glistening as the sun rose. The rays of sunlight brightened the sorrowful sea of darkness as the wind howled violently.The sails of the ship were as white as snow. Waves gently crashed on the sides of the ship as it gracefully glided across the sorrowful sea. Clouds dangled over the ship in the light of day as the ship majestically as the sun set.