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Lying in the ashes by Monty

Lying in the ashes

 

Layla sat down on the 

log next to Will. 

“Hi,” she exclaimed. 

“What ya doing?”  there was no answer. After that Layla just decided to keep quiet. A couple of minutes la

ter Will stood up. He casually walked up to a large gathering of dry wood. 

Suddenly, Layla gasped. Will had just created a fire lighter in mid air. Then he struck  it at the fire and the fire lit.

“WOW!!!” mouthed Layla. Next Will stretched out his arms and some invisible force managed to lift up the big chunky rocks one by one. Quickly Layla grabbed her phone from her back pocket and started filming this curious event. 

 

Lying in the ashes by Monty

Lying in the ashes

 

Layla sat down on the 

log next to Will. 

“Hi,” she exclaimed. 

“What ya doing?”  there was no answer. After that Layla just decided to keep quiet. A couple of minutes la

ter Will stood up. He casually walked up to a large gathering of dry wood. 

Suddenly, Layla gasped. Will had just created a fire lighter in mid air. Then he struck  it at the fire and the fire lit.

“WOW!!!” mouthed Layla. Next Will stretched out his arms and some invisible force managed to lift up the big chunky rocks one by one. Quickly Layla grabbed her phone from her back pocket and started filming this curious event. 

 

A letter~By Monty

Dear Mum,

This Is my first letter to you since leaving London so it is a long one. (I promise to keep one’s after this shorter.) First of all I hope you and Dad are alright. I know that Dad is the bravest person ever being commander of our side of this terrifying war. I miss you both more than ever right now and I know that nothing will ever happen to you both. Let’s start at the train station, I got picked up by a sweet old lady called Mrs’s brown. She says that her husband got taken from her years ago and she knows how It feels. I like her though because she feeds me what I need to live as an eleven year old kid. She walks me to the school  which is just up the road and she gives me a packed lunch which is full of all my favourites. She gives me a heated room and a warm bed to sleep in and I get to wash in a warm steel bucket in the back garden in the evening. I get a couple of fried eggs from her chickens in the morning.

This is just an update so nothing much, lots of love    Brian.

The ship of swords by Monty N

 The ship of swords

 

The ship of swords is different,

It is unknown to the real world,

It was the loudest ship on earth, 

But now it is as quiet as a mouse.

It can move through anything,

Just to get somewhere.

 

Now the ship has been found,

By a man eating  human bear!

The ship has been found,

And the crew are losing luck.

Who will save them,

And will they be in danger?

 

The hero has come to save the day,

But will they succeed?

The ship is losing its powers,

And people are beginning to think,

That the bear man’s tale is true.

Will the ships power come back to life,

Or will it fall in dread?

 

what is poem

what is green ?the sharp glare of mother nature.

What is hot the air of a fire breathing dragon glare .

what is loud ?an african eliphant wacking a drum.                                                                                                          what is quite the pounding sound of an ostrich falling on its bum.

Massive tree by Monty

Massive tree!

The roots are the size of chains,

That pull massive boulders.

The stumps are the size of tractor tyres,

That are the size of a school.

The bark is as thick as mars,

When it is about to explode

The branches were as long as the Eithel Tower, When it is two times bigger.

The buds are the size of footballs,

When they are at there biggest!     

 

i have never

I have never visited the tallest mountains in florida but i have climed the sandy hills of Jamacia

I have never tasted the egg fried rice with mashed dumplings  but i have eaten the suculent taste of ben and Jerry’s ice cream

I have never drank the silent depts of the sea but i have drank a caburys hot choclate

I have never swam in the hot springs but i have swam in my grans paddling pool

On the way home by Monty

On The Way Home…

 

I met a girl called Summer.

She wore bright colored cloves which shone in the sunlight

And had great pointy talons which seird the air.

She spoke with a soft voice 

Which was as flat as paper.

 

I met a boy called Thunder.

He wore dark miserabile clothes 

And roared with anger when someone happy walked past.

 

I met a woman called Roses.

She wore lipstick as bright as roses

And had clothes as red as a tomato.

 

i want to paint

I want to paint poem by Monty

I want to paint a mindless meerkat  rushing like a vane. 

I want to paint the singing soul of the opera swishing through the window

-pane.I want to paint the crumbly remains of a succulent red velvet cupcake hopping like a chocolate bunny leaping like a large leopard and jumping through the grass fears as a shepherd wondering in the rain.

I want to paint the start of a book where imagination hides. 

I want to paint the end of this story

The land of marbles by Monty

The Land Of Marbles

 

In the land of marbles I saw giant cloud like boulders rolling down a  mountain like cheaters chasing the prey.

 

In the land of marbles I saw at least 1 marble on everything. 

 

In the land of marbles it smelt like glass and plastic.

 

In the land of marbles there were marbles for houses and marbles for furniture.

 

In the land of marbles there were streams, but the streams didn’t have water flowing down them, they had marbles flowing down them.

 

In the land of marbles it rained every day whatever the weather.

 

In the land of marbles it was the law to have a pet.