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Paranormal experience on Victory Street.

Mike was picking up horse poo. His life was dull until a cold, lonely scream came from a nearby building. He could not read so he could not read the sign. He checked the building. Someone was in the corner.
He looked in to her eyes, then he saw something. She had a dog – a basset hound like Mike’s.

“I need to go” said Mike
“Ok” said the girl.
Mike ran to shovel poo. Slug-like poo slid off the shovel. Then there was one more scream .
But not the same as before…it was an unholy,ghostly voice. Not girl. Not boy. Not human.

 

 

 

The Grotto, by Megan

The stone walls stood silently while calling people over, not wanting to be alone anymore,

the plants, insulating the stone walls so the inside stayed in tip top condition,

hidden on the river the grotto was really hard to see even to boat passing closely by,

the river water splashes on to the front making filtered cool water come to the grotto making a pool in the middle

the grotto was just about holding up with purple , yellow and pink flowers

the grotto was at the end of the world

the grotto was nearly at the end of his life

 

The galaxy

The tail like a ribbon

Piles  like books

The whale like a constellation

The  sky glistening like a light bulb

A whale flying over the nights sky

Making  sure everyone’s okay

Nothingness

Nothingness

You are a secret shy shadow,

hiding from a Nun.

You are a zero,

compared to a funny pun.

You are a minus,

next to the delicious bun.

You smell,taste,hear,look,feel,

like an earthworm frying in the sun.

 You are the distance between uselessness and nothing,

You are no one.

What are you in the galaxy?-by Megan

You are a lost piece of rubber trying to find his beloved motorbike,

You are number seven with jagged lines ,

you are a little laughing lamb leaping joyfully in a forgiving field fortress,

you are the memory of my great grandma face,

you are the impossible things like ;
dark light,
sweet sea,
flexible obsidian,
blank book.

You are Australia with snakes, heat and gold on beaches,

you are the relaxing sleep many have at night,

you are the end of the world,

you are the end of the poem.