“What was that?” shouted Keira as the thunder shot across the midnight sky like a bullet. She couldn’t get her head out of the covers. What was it? A dream, a nightmare, or was it real? Thunder and lightning smashing the window. I heard a creak coming up stairs, a glass shattering and people shouting. My heart rate climbed higher and higher. I was sweating and I couldn’t hear my self think even though the only thing to think about was what would happen next.
Something Spooky. Niamh+Archie
Wilma stared at the abandoned car which had a rusty blue ancient coat of paint with a rotten passenger seat. On the seat there was a cardboard box which was labelled forbidden. If only she new what was in the box; probably spiders by the look of all the cobwebs. There where some on the windows, steering wheel and all five seats. The striped seats had holes in. The steering wheel had moss growing out of it and the window screen was smashed. Wilma ran in complete worry as if someone was following her. How long had it been abandoned for? Seemed like forever.
My senses
Salty waves crash below,
burning Sausages ,
silky sand going through my fingers.
Birds tweet;cows moo,
Daffodils glow in the sun,
Silky green grass .
Frost coming of the cars windows,
I smell mince pies,
I taste Christmas dinner.
Bonfire drifts is all i smell,
Leafs crunching ,
Flaky leafs falling of the tree.
My Bike
The flat rubber wheels are holding up the weighted bike,
Going round and round it comes to a stop,
Dragging the wheels on the bumpy grass .
The rusty chain made my hands black,
Spinning round and round till we come to stop,
Cracked and split and now my bike doesn’t work anymore.
The handle bars are strait as a pencil,
Dinging and ringing the bell made a chime,
The bell makes one huge vibration it makes my bike swerve .
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