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Darwin stood silently in the cold breeze, glancing at the maroon door, while Bubbly foraged hopelessly for an open window. Darwin examined the corroded lock, but it was too tight. Exasperated, he hissed at Bubbly for not helping, “Rather than staring out the window, at least help me.” However Bubbly just moaned, saying that it was impossible to escape.” Darwin sat down, kicked the door and screamed with frustration. It looked like there was no way out.

As night conquered the sky, the rooms became gloomy and sombre. Inside, silhouettes extended across the hallway and soon darkness engulfed the whole building. Outside, specks of light covered the gloomy sky and the moon cast an unusual shape along the grass of Leftstall Rooms. Abruptly, Darwin heard a cry of joy. It was Bubbly, his mechanimal. Darwin wound him up, and he placed a golden key into his hand.  

Using the key, Darwin carefully unlocked the door. Darwin and Bubbly dashed out of the hotel at last, following Bubbly to the safety of an abandoned estate. Even though they were free, questions remained untold: Where was the watch, and why did Doctor Fish take it?

The Devasting story of Darwin Nutin

Darwin Nutin couldn’t handle it anymore, clenching onto a brown envelope with catastrophic news: His mother, Mary Nutin has committed suicide. Her mysterious last words, “I’m sorry.”

Darwin Nutin couldn’t handle it anymore, clenching onto a brown envelope with catastrophic news: His mother, Mary Nutin has committed suicide. Her mysterious last words, “I’m sorry.”

 

A few days later, Darwin and Bubly Visit Corty’s Discovery in search of his mother’s watch. The beautiful azure diamond’s dazzled in the darkness, with lavender shards circling the center, that once lay at the side of his mother’s bed.

To Darwin, the watch is more than an object; It reminded Darwin of the major sacrifices his mom made for him. Bubly insists that the watch is a sign that carries hidden clues to discover the mystery of why his mother did such a thing.

Intrigued by Bubly’s words, Darwin reacts quickly. “We have to retrieve the watch before it’s too late,” stuttered Darwin, as they planned to embark on an epic odyssey to recover the watch.

The Island of Who Knows

It’s irritating to visualise a world without the island of Who knows. Alarmingly, the island is becoming neglected with murky pollution and without your assistance, the ramification could be cataclysmic! Will you help us out and save the island?

 

The Swiss Vanguard Flower only grows on the island of Who Knows and is pivotal to the thousands of beings that live there as it is the most delicate fruit worldwide. The ultramarine blue berries provide a steady diet and are full of protein. Unfortunately, this astounding flower is being pushed way further than its limits and is on the verge of extinction because of deforestation. As a result, the society is dying of thirst and are losing their firm diets.

 

Moreover, the jungle of tirnpant has been cleaved by unauthorised tree agencies. They have looted the jungle and extricated the exquisite soap from the tirnpants by mincing the barks. The soap is extremely vital for the community as it is the only substance that can cure cancer.

 

Furthermore, the island of Who knows is under threat due to contamination. Tourists have been placing unwanted materials along the brink of our beaches and the fish are facing excruciating pain.

 

Domains are being crushed and the ponds are being poisoned. This predicament cannot resume and it is critical that we cooperate as a team to fortify this island.No person but a foe would allow these circumstances to continue. I would beg you to assist in this fight and save the island once and for all. If you would like to take on this challenge, visit our website at:

http/.freedomforallcrusade.

 

Milkweed

Milkweed

 

Milkweeds shimmer

like lavender parasols,

protruding outwards 

as if the sun 

had an everlasting

ray of light

consuming everything.

Their sapphire roots,

like dishevelled

hair obtrude out

from the murky

aroma of polluted

Sewers.

Their hunter-green

stem drifts in 

the wind

like a pliable tube,

as thin as a

single toothpick.

Leaves dangle

like small 

pencil tips,

raven black,

unpigmented flowers

verged with yellow

 divulging unrevealed

caches of pollen 

in a gold coating.

 

A Meander Through Paris

A Meander Through Paris

 

I met a boy called madness.

He had eyes that revolved 

Like planets spinning endlessly

In the vacant milky way.

He uncovered his katana

And released his terrifying anger

On the world.

 

I met a girl called Autumn.

She had hands of fire

And lips of ivy that grew petals.

As she raised her hands

A gust of wind blew vigorously

Compelling the entire planet to listen to her.

 

I met a boy called Elijah.

He had eternal shoes

That granted him with invisibility

And a robe that made him immortal.

He sang a fruity melodious song

That softened my hands.

 

I met a girl called summer.

She had fingertips of ice

And eyelashes of snowflakes.

She skipped through the alluring cornfield

Turning the remains 

Into an iceberg

And chanting hymns 

Of relaxing music.

Moonlight Trail

Moonlight Trail

 

In the land of Who Knows, I saw a feral German shepherd growling and circling its greatest disobedient foe.

 

In the land of Who Knows, I encountered the last of them all, the vicious titanoboa.

 

In the land of Who Knows, I smelt the exquisite taste of a perfectly cooked medium rare ribeye steak that caused me to lose my taste buds.

 

In the land of Who Knows, I heard the melancholy wheeze of a dying hyena crying out for guidance.

 

In the land of Who Knows, I imprisoned a death-dealer with ragged claws and a corrugated backbone.

 

In the land of Who Knows, I touched the ignited wings of a blazing hot phoenix.

 

In the land of Who Knows, I heard the aggravating sound of a reverberating siren that extended across a deserted town in Area 51.

 

In the land of Who Knows, I felt a stab of guilt so agonising, my adrenaline rushed causing me to perish.

The woolymander

I’m prepared to run but the exit of the grotto is on the other side. The tiny egg glistens and I notice that it has small talons sticking out from the side. But we are trapped! At that moment, Bobby starts mumbling.”It’s ok,”I can see it in his eyes that he’s trying to hide his fear.
The woolymander stops and slowly moves its head to one side. Its bloodshot eyes lock onto us both.”We’re not going to attack you or your egg. We’ll protect you.” Bobby raises one arm to symbolise that he is no threat. They both stand and glare at each other. The woolymander almost seems to listen. It gives a soft growl; the bony spines on its back lower. I think it’s working. Bobby is talking to the woolymander!
“We’re leaving now,” says Bobby, stepping to one side and together we walk to the exit of the grotto. Its eyes stare at me and through them I see crashing waves, decaying ships and the rotten bones of sailors. It nods its head, steps back and lets us pass.
The fog has cleared. Twinkling stars shine and a bright moon slowly emerges from the darkness. We walk back towards the rocks and talk. No one must discover the grotto. No one must find the woolymanders home and his precious egg. Bobby rapidly talks about how we need to keep the woolymander anonymous. He is full of ideas – place signs up, report that there has been a rockfall and ban people from entering as it is dangerous. I listen as he speaks endlessly, his face eager and determined.
By the time we are strolling around the town, it is awakening. The sun borders the sleeping sea and casts shadows across the sand. Charlie’s Fish and Chip shop is placing a few chairs outside as it seems that it might be a lovely sunny day. He waves at us with a grin full of joy. Bailey’s Ice Cream shop is opening and he’s inside sweeping the floors. Mr James sets down his cappuccino at his Starbucks Coffee shop. He places umbrellas, sand buckets and toys outside for the children. By the time we arrive at the museum, the early morning traffic begins. Cars whizz past us on their way to the beach’s car park.
All day, Bobby has searched book after book  trying to find information. He finds ancient records and logs. In a white envelope he finds a captain’s note written in 1744. It is the story of fishermans that netted a large rock that shined with freckles of gold. They kept the precious find but later that night, the rock shattered and the captain told the story of how the ship had been visited by the devil’s dog. They had barely managed to capture it and throw it into the sea. Since then, fishermen have an unspoken bond to capture and kill any sort of mander that they find.

2 hours later, we talk. Our mission is not complete; it has only just begun.

The woolymander

A couple of days later we are sitting in my room. Freezing, we make our way to the heater and slowly take little sips of milk. Outside, fog has almost engulfed the town. Inside, we are both comfortable and warm. However, Bobby has ideas. “Noah, seriously, you have to help me.” Here we go again. “I know where it lives.”
It turns out that Bobby has been searching in the freezing cold for hours, searching the beach and hanging around the front of the pier. He swears to have seen a big chunk of slimy green goo on the sand identical to the one the monster had on its mouth. But this is by the mountains near a huge grotto.
I close up the theatre and make sure all the lights have been turned off. I  make sure that we have torches with extra batteries stuffed in my backpack. We slowly jog around the bend where the mountains are. No one is allowed past this point as it is extremely dangerous. For Bobby that just seems to cheer him on. I know I can’t leave him all on his own. He’s foolish, pig-headed and yet I still find myself following him.

I didn’t believe Bobby but the goo is very clear, one leading beyond the sand and one leading into the grotto. “Come on, let’s enjoy the moment while it lasts,” mumbles Bobby. I don’t feel like enjoying the moment but once again my gut tells me that Bobby is leading me into big trouble!
The grotto is pitch black. It smells rotten and dank. Huge rocks cover my torchlight. My heart thumps as we go forwards, glancing  side to side. Just as I think that there is nothing to feel pleased about, Bobby finds it. There, in a small nest with webs and fur surrounding it is a small egg. We freeze like a statue and stare in amazement. The woolymander has an egg!

In that moment, I feel a stab of criminality. We shouldn’t be here. “Let’s go,” I shout, grabbing  Bobby’s jumper and turning away to the exit of the grotto. But our way is blocked. Something is moving from the darkness. It doesn’t sound friendly. We’ve heard it before, the endless growl, the low screech, the soundless footsteps. We quickly put the battery in the torch and shine it forwards. There it is. The woolymander! Bobby steadily walks forwards; I step back.

The Woolymander

We lay, waiting silently before I ask, ‘’Who or what did you see?’’ Through the window I can hear leaves rustling and trees shaking. Before he even speaks, I already have an idea of what he has seen. I knew it. He saw the Woolymander.
Fifteen minutes later, we are strolling in the darkness trying to search for Bobby’s footsteps. I should have stayed home, tucked in bed with my AC cooling me off. All I can say is that Bobby is the most moody and intelligent person I have ever met! The wind growls so hard that we slowly tilt into thin air. Thunder’s tummy rumbles and lightning hisses like a hand of electricity reaching down into people’s souls.
We pass by Murby’s Steakhouse, Henry’s Ice Cream shop and Tommy’s Convenience corner shop. All of them are empty and only a few cars drive past.
Bobby drags me backwards towards the pier and it is there! Huge handprints. Claws at the end of what look like scaly feet. The waves surge up the beach, crashing against the bottom of the pier. Together we follow the handprints as rain falls down on us. Then out of nowhere, something or somebody growls. It comes from the little gym at the front of the pier. We scurry forwards, without thinking what could happen next.
Nearly passing out, we pull open the gym door and sneak inside. At that moment, the wind sends a powerful gust and slams the door shut, shattering the glass.To the right of us, something gently breathes, a small cough. Terrified, we pause, staring into the gloom. Is there anything even there?  
Carefully, Bobby tiptoes forward but I stay, watching. Shaking, I can just make out something by the treadmill. Something sits, large as a lion but with scaly skin and bloodshot eyes. The foul stench of seaweed and decayed fish bones rot from its body. Without fear it slowly walks towards Bobby.
Outside, thunder crackles and lightning lights up the sky. Inside, darkness spreads and covers the gym with nothing to spare. The woolymander crawls and in one movement and a gust of air, it smashes through the weights. There it pauses, turns to look at us, red, greedy eyes extending, and its mouth of razor sharp teeth reveal. Then, with a bang, it sprints back to the chaotic ocean.

Woolymander

 My name is Noah Freeds and I work a 9-5 job in sunset theatre. I am known as Nova. I am the theatre’s janitor. I sweep the floors, clean the bathroom, pick litter and wipe the board at the end of the day. Someone once told me that my job must be disgusting and horrible but I like it.I get provided with a room to sleep in and a comfortable blanket that keeps me warm and calm. Although I’m lonely at night, during the day, there are fun activities to do as we get lots of visitors in the summer. In the winter, it’s not so busy as no one visits.

A little boy bangs on the window and screeches, ‘’let me in!’’ I glare at him in fear, not sure what to do. It is around 11 o’clock in the night and the theatre closed one hour ago. He looks so cold and desperate that I silently let him in. He looks at me with gracious eyes and sits down exhausted. Immediately, he says ‘’Hide me!’’

Before I continue with what happens next, there is one mysterious story about our town that I should tell you. It happened more than two years ago and no one remembers many details. Local legends argue about a monster that rests in the dark but comes out to feast in daylight.Apparently, it was a variety of mander known as the wollymander and only appeared when it felt like. It smelt of rotten litter and blood from decaying bones. It left a trail of footprints on the sand like a huge yeti. They say at night-time that the woolymander roams in the dark mists sobbing and roaring. When the townspeople heard this they quickly locked every door in their house and hoped for the best.

Some say that the creature was dying of starvation. Some say it was weak and in pain. Some say it had fought a yeti and barely made it out alive. Though in the darkness where the streets are dark and street lights flicker, a gloomy presence can be seen meandering through the town.’’Why do you need me to hide you?’’ I say to him.’’What’s the matter?’’

‘’I’ve seen it.’’ he sobs, ‘’look carefully-open the windows!’’