This story is about the haunted grave… In the grave the moon shines bright , the trees sway swiftly in the howling wind. The sound of leaves crunch beneath my feet , the sight of fog and mist is all around , the feel of a shiver going down my back. On the path, there are over grown tree roots tripping me up. But strangely enough one night when the moon shone bright Alex and Dan decided to investigate. They saw red eyes in the distance hands coming out of the ground and…
Nasty Nick
Grimy Nick stormed onto the dock, into the boat, searching for innocent Jim.
“If you run or even think of it, I’ll hurt yer, so yer better not!” he growled whilst he tied poor Jim to a big, metal pole. Snipe was staring down at Jim with his dagger sharp teeth showing, as if Jim was a chicken in a field waiting to be eaten.
Afterwards, Jim was left alone, all the pressure built up, it was at that moment that he knew it was his change to strike. He tried to escape but Snipe caught him… he wailed in pain..
“What did I do to deserve this?” mumbled Jim.
The next morning, they were working when suddenly Nick grabbed Jim by the arm and asked if he was tired. “No..” replied Jim.
“Good because your work is never done!” Nick replied.
the shadow!
“Mich breakfast sleepy head” but there was no answer. She charged up the stairs banged on the white messy door “Mich this isn’t funny open up!”Still no answer. Mich was half way down the gutter pipe and his clothes falling down onto the floor. Mich dashed to Chilet forest to finally escape the grasps of his annoying parents. He reached the forest to find a fast flowing river and tall spiky trees.Mich was determined to find the nature dragon.Not long after he fell to the floor and snored like a pig. A few hours later Chilet forest didn’t have a blue flowing lake or any life. Behind him he heard twigs snapping, trees falling and saw a shadow. Heading straight for him…
Trapped
Outside, in the bitter wind, snow falls and smothers the big streets of London. Inside the horrific workhouse, the children are locked in their rooms sadly awaiting their next job. Jim, an 8 year old boy , snuck around trying to escape the horrible workhouse. In the dormitory children were so cold they felt like they were frozen solid. Suddenly the door flung open, Jim scared of what might happen next…
Clouds
Clouds
Like a cotton ball in the sky.
As fluffy as candy floss.
Like a bit of white fluff passing by in the wind.
As soft as sheep’s wool.
As wispy as a bunnies tail
What Are You ?
You are the anger and sadness after you found out that your brilliant husky ran away.
You are the impossibility of a wall you can walk through, a fire in the sea, and an elephant the size of the sun.
You are as fast as a race car zooming past cars in its path.
You are a smart teacher who is teaching all the quiet kids in the class.
You are taste of a freshly baked muffin waiting to be eaten by me.
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