Running as fast as I could , blaster bolts rushed past my head “GET BACK HERE!” shouted a scout trying to slow me down. A ghostly howl screeched across the plains. I started to slow down, a white outline of what seemed like a wolf stood tall on a tower of rock watching me while I ran away from the scout it whispered “Doom”.
The subway
It was a rainy day in New York, a strange figure wearing a rabbit mask walked down to the subway carrying a suitcase made out of black leather. No-one knew what its contents were, or if it were the cold wet breeze making the hairs on the back of their neck stand up.
The worst day Ryan SH
Outside, the sun blazed at the beach like a fire that burns for eternity, suddenly it started to rain and thunder. Know-body knew what to do, minutes later thunder struck all the cars at the beach and to make it worse a magnificently tall tornado appeared in the distance coming for the beach!
Torture
When the evening sun was setting, Joe, who thought this was a good idea, entered the mysterious maze with courage and confidence. That confidence didn’t last long. Frantically, he ran around in circles – with fear. Then he saw a gargantuan, horned giant towering him.
“No,” he screamed. This was torture. This was pain. This was how his beloved father died!!! He wouldn’t take this, he couldn’t. Unfortunately, for Joe he died the way his father did…
Autumn by Ryan @Belmont
Flaming fireworks shooting,
in the sky,
like exploding rainbows.
Haiku
The soft snow blanket
grew and consumed
the helpless horizon.
The damp branches
shivered cold
with no clothes.
Melted marshmallows
swam around in the
warm hot chocolate.
The orange leaves. Ryan.
Orange leaves fall from the trees.
Leaves crunch beneath my feet.
Fireworks pop in the sky.
The Rusty Bike by Ryan @Belmont
The rusty bike leans up a birch tree that has been stolen from nature.
The handle bars are like wolverines silver shiny sharp claws.
The wheels are a sphere spinning around the universe.
Spokes,
as silent as a suppresed sniper,
shooting his target.
Cogs click like a toy car wheel.
A craggy chain crying.
Pedals waiting to be pushed down by a foot, one lost time.
The saddle waits to be sat on one last time.
The rusty bike leans up a birch tree that has been stolen from nature.
the wrecked car
the wrecked car
the wrecked car
wanted a machanic to upgrade it
the wrecked car lay down on the brown mud ,almost tumbiling over
the wrecked car chat to it rusty friands
You are… by Ryan
You are…
You are in Liverpool, waiting on a sunny Sunday hoping for a chance of rain.
You are sitting, trembling, as a storm passes over you.
You are sitting in a formula E racing car and you feel excitement come over you.
You are ready to prance, when you smell roast being cooked.
You are the sound of a quiet elephant.
You are the colour of a steaming, red – hot tomato being tortured.
You are a poem screwed into a tight fist.
You are as angry as the Hulk.
You are as annoying as the impossibility of watery sand.
You are as hatred as demons ruining your life.
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