Advice for and explorer:

Do you ever wonder about exploring the deep depths beyond and exploring its nature?

If so, make sure to note this trustworthy guide. It’s vital to know the dangers and secrets, which can decide your fate or success, this includes the standard equipment for your expedition.

When munching on your crispy apple shield, beware of nature’s beast as they are dangerously smart. As they pounce, the moment your guard set free.

Baked Beans should be prioritised in battle, which can energise you to victory against menacing one eyed Cyclops. Along the dusty, bumpy paths use a cart to hold all of your required equipment as the never-ending plantations to be walked is further than a marathon.

While wondering within the depths if the vegetation , stay observant as many critters lurk in the shadows: Nimble-flyers, zip and zip around like a wasp that has lost its noble leader; Scaly bearded dragonals hissing at the sight of a main course to feed the family; And angry annoyed ant-monkeys swinging from bone to bone licking all the nutrients. These should be avoided or battled with harsh protection.

Fluffy pillows should be thanked as it blocks the radiant beams of light giving pain to anyone who stays in the hotspot for an hour ; your skin feels scratchy and your bones overheat and leave you boneless.

In conclusion, decide where you go and take this advice wisely as further on your discovery you will need this device in a life or death situation make sure to carry your essentials as if you dont you would risk your life. This is where we part good luck DON’T DIE!

Searching for a lost explorer

Venture through undergrowth of a jungles roots,

And harness a beautiful emerald lever sparkling,

in the golden fireball,

Which blinds anyone within the terrain.

Stumble into an ancient, dusty temple core,

The faint essense of crumbling and crashing,

Jump on a bee before being left boneless.

Soar up high over where the canopy settles,

Leap off of the bee and bunny hop,

Gracefully one by one,

On the fluffy salad greens.

Zoom down a tall broccoli stem,

Like a firefighter sliding noisily to an urgent rescue,

And slither like a hissing cobra under the sticky-faeces,

Of a male black widow spider.

Grasp the lever and dig down deep,

On the pirate’s X that marks the spot,

Then lay the lever there,

Where a luminescent rays of light dive,

Through the plantation of nature. 

There in the sparkling light,

The explorer 

will appear.

On the Island of Ancient Time,

I observed a mighty Minatour,

 Menacingly charge at a helpless ant lion,

Cowardly looking down.

On the Island of Creativity,

I found a river with mesmerising ripples,

flowing from a dancing Parrot floating in the breeze.

On the Island of Sharkng Shallows,

I touched burning, bones, buried in the sand,

Like a forgotten treasure chest.

On the Island of Emptiness,

I noticed the breeze stroked the land,

in sympathy for its very lack of visitors,

Anyone who would be the first to go there,

would know it’s hardly an island.

On the Island of whale,

I located the heart of the whale’s homes,

Their gracious plunges and precious songs

were as pleasing as a lullaby.

Dear Wind Whirler,

                              I am writing to you to make you  overcome the thought of being a superhero. We feel that you cause more damage than safety to the people of brandon.The following are my points.

My first point it that your abilities are uncontrollable meaning when you try to save people it is actually harming them and the world : glass shatters stabbing civilians ; dust and fumes increase global warming ; and the price Governments , councils and builders spend on your damage , uncaused by the real victims.This is causing society to get angry and hastefully want you gone.

I would also like to argue that you leave more destruction to the city than the real criminals. You do not think about your actions and it shows you are not worthy enough for this town. Do you ever think about having the privilege of doing whatever you want ; Living on the beautiful beach with hammocks and coconuts drinks?

This is what you could have but decided to carry on doing what you do worst.

I am concerned that you are not getting any younger ; forty-five is older than what you could be. This results in you having a life with no family or friends.Give up now and make yourself a happier person. This will make the city a happier, more pleasant and calming place without you.

Although some people suggest disaster alarms are preparing them for a real scenario, we believe people have major anxiety about going outside or going to sleep. Children are lonely because of your catastrophic failures meaning you should resign.

To summarise you do more damage than what could have been done. If I were you , I would finish being a superhero permanently as you are no use to anyone. Also, stay away from local areas as you could kill more people than you already have. You will feel more joyful as it is calming being a human ; it holds less responsibilities than you currently have.

Yours sincerely,

Mr Tartanla.

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Chapter-3 on the run.

Tara awoke with a thud, beside her a flesh-eater laid there. Outside, loud voices echoed down the alley way. They had found them. Taking a life-risking peak to see a barely visible group of shadows on the wall pacing the entrance to the warehouse. Tara shook the panther until it awoke. It lay in shadows, a tired face looked up at her. Tara swiftly placed her finger on her mouth to sign that it needed to be quiet. Dark voices spat commands. The panther yawned deathly. Tara gasped.

Army crawling across the creaky floor boards Tara begged the panther. Soundlessly, it scurried under a pile of rubble she urged to cough. Awarely, Tara stacked crumbling excess bricks at where they entered so no one or something could capture them.

All of a sudden, something entered the warehouse. The dreadful silence gave the panther a shock- which its eyes widened- someone was listening. Torch rays uplifted the feel of a dead lonely room; loud voices argued; the search had begun. Taking a look, large angry shadows searched the area. A quick cold wind made Tara shiver, she tried to smear her face in the panther’s fur, but it was too skinny.They might have to wait it out until the guards or whatever it was left.

Because the guards had not left, it felt like hours until they left.

It was now dark-out, in the darkness of the room, the panther opened its jaw and spoke to Tara… but it didn’t speak but clashed minds with Tara. It explained that it needed to get  to the gateway back to its world where hunters wouldn’t search.

Tara had a brief vision where abouts the gateway was part of the town’s place of Christ where short stone walls but many graves are set. Reluctantly, looked at the panther’s wound it still poured blood ( Which it seemed closer to death than an 80 year old man). It would be a longer walk as the checkpoints needed to be avoided… but life-risking. Would the panther make it was the question. 

Tara knew deep down that her family would be worried there was still no way for me to help. The gateway was the main priority not going home. So it was the buildings, the trees and the pitch black sky who watched a young girl and a panther take every alleyway possible to get to the gateway. This was going to be a longer journey than they thought. They went street by street, avoiding checkpoints the game had begun.

Chapter 2- the awakening.

Outside, a heavy hail storm started plummeting down across the lonely area of rubble and life, it then rained. Inside, Tara ran through dusty untouched cobwebs and brutal life taking debris from lightning strikes. It left nowhere to hide except from near danger. In the whole building there was no sign of safety then out of the grey, lightning hit the doorway and the overweight bricks barricaded the door. There was no way out.

Watching her, the creepy man, in an all black cloak, sat there at a glistening lamppost; a small flash illuminated the axe in his hand. Tara squealed…

At that moment something howled angrier than a hate filled room. Not only was there one haunting man’s eye, but two red bloodshot eyes glared at me. As two large thangs covered in blood chomped angrily at the human. Separating her and him.

It was large. Massive and black. Tara opened her eyes wider and saw she was opposite a black panther. It pounced forward holding its position frightening the man had legged it. Tara was chained to the spot where her eyes grew with scarring fear.

As the panther blobbed down less than a foot away from her feet panting, then something caught her eye. A massive flint shaped hole of red blood like lava spreaded like water on a paper towel. She had never been inches away from a flesh eating animal before. The area is filled with a muddy forest like odour and gazed as its white whiskers twitched on her face.

Intensive staring began like a middle school competition, and Tara felt like it was sizing her up, feeling a spark going deeper for trust and she stuck her head out then the panther joined heads. Then licking her face with disgust and love. The panther’s eyes saw the tragedies and deeds Tara has done in her lifetime.

After an awkward silence it spoke. A deep manly pitched voice, ascended and spoke “ I need your assistance now!” the animal oppressed Tara, “ We have to find the gateway.”

Tara gazed back at its head indicating with her head yes she will help the panther. In her head she knew she trusted and wanted to help this creature with anything.

“ They will be back,” stated the panther, “ At once I must hide.”

After what felt like an hour, Tara and the panther snuck into the lonely streets, down into a warehouse by London road.The rare chance of witnessing a human roaming this area. Rumours state that many soldiers roam this area from several armies in these buildings Tara took a step. Usually she sat enjoyably watching a famous murder mystery show on channel 103. The poor wounded panther huddled helplessly in a shadowy corner. Tara scouted the  area.