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The Squirrel Mander, Chapter 2.

End of chapter 1…

 

“What’s happened? Why do you need to hide?” I asked her. 

 

“I’ve seen the monster!” she replied, clinging onto the legs on my bedside table.

 

Chapter 2

 

We stare at each other for a few minutes. I gulp and then ask, “What monster did you see? Was it the squirrel mander?” While the girl was thinking about her answer I could hear the rain hammering against the windows, outside. Inside, I could hear the clock as the seconds whizzed by. “It was, wasn’t it?” I said after a pause. She nodded. 

 

Half an hour later, the girl said something to me after a long time. “My name is Mira.” I nodded. I said it was a nice name. After an hour, we checked every street Mira was on and there was no sign of a monster anywhere! I would have much rather have stayed in my room, curled up in the duvets. The weather was beginning to get worse by the minute. The wind started to howl and clouds swarmed above our heads.

 

All the shops we pass are closed, including: the fish and chip shop that closes at midnight. I think it was because of this bad weather, that nobody feels like going out of their house. 

 

Mira grabs my nightgown and I shout, “What are you doing Mi-” she tells me to be quiet and points round the corner of the wall. Grunts and yells is all I can hear. I was beginning to get really fed up with her, but then I saw it. The squirrel mander. Eyes as blue as the sea, a tummy as soft as a pillow case and worst of all he was as big as Big Ben. 

 

I scream, but Mira covers my mouth with her hand. She pulls me into a telephone box, daring not to make a sound, we crouch down and huddle into a ball. After we were huddled together, the phone began to ring. I reached for it and it was Mira’s mum. Immediately, I hung up, at that precise moment, the squirrel mander charged towards us. 

 

Outside, the rain continued to hammer against the windows and inside me and Mira were wailing and crying, silently. The squirrel mander stares at us and then hops in the opposite direction. We let out a huge gasp.

The Lepoardamander – Chapter 1 and Prologue

Prologue

You’ve probably heard of Wintersville, the small coastal town on the edges of Cornwall. You’ve heard of the gentle lapping waves and the small independent shops and the windy uneven pathways in the summer. Where you can dance in the sand and get ice cream every day without a single odd glance. You can go to shop and be just a generally nice person and get a discount and you can get water wrinkles from the sea and nobody would care or laugh because they have them too. Well, that’s what you’ve heard of the summer, but in the winter is a whole different story.

 

In Winter, you can feel every nip on the cheek from the rough sea breeze and you take a single lick of your ice cream and it’ll fall off the cone and you can open a window for fresh air for a few seconds and then you have a whole blizzard in your house. In the Winter everything changes. You can’t sleep a wink from the wind moaning and howling but not because it’s noisy. Because of the Legend. The legend of the Lepoardamander.

 

Chapter 1

Hello whoever is reading this. I’m Clover Springs and I work in a miniature town called Wintersville. I work as an apprenticeship in a small coffee shop on the outskirts of town with my mum. I was employed at the age of sixteen and ever since I’ve been doing small jobs at the coffee shop. Some people say that my job sucks because I have to clean dishes and give out little baskets of bread but I quite enjoy it. I get to talk to the locals like Mrs Pine and Mr Norris and hear all the juicy rumours spreading around the town like melted butter on hot toast. My mum says that I shouldn’t get too friendly because when I find a proper job, I’ll have to leave it all behind. But, isn’t working here a proper job? I mean, that’s always my excuse but it’s a job so it ought to be proper?

 

I wake up the next morning and begin to get into my uniform: a black two piece shirt and skirt and mini pink apron. Once I’m ready, I head down the twisted paths, behind the overgrown bushes and into our tucked away coffee shop. Once inside, I set off to the kitchen and begin to get all the plates ready until I hear a knock on the window. I swiftly turn around to see a boy my age staring at me from the window. He looks petrified and is banging on the window for his life.

“LET ME IN!” he practically screams as I open the window.

“What, who are you?” I ask, distressed. 

 

Before I carry on, I have to explain something. This legend was made long ago and no one knows when it happened: the day, the time, the week, the month, not even the year! It was the legend of the Lepoardamander. It has dark and yet glossy plump paws and fangs as sharp as a killer’s dagger.The Leapoardamander is known to live in the ancient basement of the convenience store and apparently stalks the streets at the strike of midnight. People even go far enough by locking every door in their house, including their basement just in case the Lepoardamander finds a new home. Some say it was enchanted by a trance of the old shop owner millenniums ago and others say it used to be a little girl but she was kidnapped and created chaos.

 

“Just hide me!” the boy says and I do so. I open up one of our largest cupboards and I beckon the boy in. He nods and grins.

“Thanks, it won’t find me here.”

Chapter 2- The Pandamander

I remember waking up  thinking I’m in a dream, but I wasn’t. It was real. My eyes were glimmering with worry, as a shiver of fear ran through my spine. I was confused. I mean I was only 8 at the time so I just screamed for my mum. The Pandas eyes looked daring and black like the shimmering moon but at least it didn’t feel like that. My mum reassured me that it would be OK. But i wasnt stupid. Of Course it wasn’t going to be OK, there’s a huge panda in my ROOM. But it wasn’t that bad, I love animals, why don’t I just try to be friends with the panda? I thought. The big creature kept puzzling me because at one point it was cute and I wanted to hug it but then at one point it was dark and spooky and it made me shiver. However I took my thought backa as the daring creature trembled into my mind…

 

The Pandamander and the wrecked cafe!!!

End of Chapter 1 ….

 

Anyway, forget them, the bakery is now amazing and we don’t need to worry about eating gross food. There will be the BEST cakes ever to enjoy thankyou for reading see ya later bye … From Addi!

 

Chapter 2 ….

 

It was a warm summer’s day and everyone was running into Addi’s cake shop bursting for a large glass of water and a cookie.Addi started to rush she was running around shouting to her staff  “WE NEED MORE FOOD! EVERYONE IS YELLING AT ME BUT WE DON’T HAVE ENOUGH!! “

Her staff ignored her so she just sat on her chair waiting for the queue to calm down and then all of a sudden her 6 staff members all came out with 5 batches of cookies each. Addi was delighted!

 

Someone came into Addi’s cafe and asked “ have you ever seen a pandamander? “ Addi was clueless ! She asked “ no what are they? Can you tell me more?” So she did. All Addi could remember that she told her was that the Pandamander is really a Panda but does the opposite to a panda. They don’t play, they don’t bite, they eat straw and not bamboo and they are the complete opposites.

 

Addi’s friend came into the cafe. Her name is Zara,she used to work with me but then left as she couldn’t cope with all the busyness! Zara now works in a stable with horses and her own Clover! She always asks for an apple cake for Clover as she loves the apples! She went in her bag and suddenly pulled out a pandamander. Addi screamed!!! The pandamander ran across the floor, lifted up the floorboards, tore the oven apart, went into the kitchen and gave my staff a hug and ran off. It was the most haunted day I had ever experienced ….

 

We had builders coming in to fix the cafe and after a week the cafe was back to normal and it was back as a calm, quiet cafe!

The Haunted House

                                                                                 The Haunted House
Hi I am Oliver, and their is something mysterious about me that nobody knows.
It all started when I was on my playstation to much so my mum and dad shouted 
at me  and told me to go out and explore. I went out exploring through the wood
until I came through this old ruined house windows were cracked. To my horror I
saw a gigantic monster I was to far in so my mum and dad couldn't hear me 
shouting "MUM, DAD!" So I was just left alone in the darkness with the gigantic 
monster in front of me. The monster lunged at me,I just managed to dive out of 
floorboards where destroyed leaving bits of rubble.I just ran and ran and ran.

 

The year of the dragons

“Dragons were fierce creatures”said Matilda as she was walking home from school with her best friend Maya Carter.

“Yeah but some are dangerous”exclaimed Maya a dragon fan and biologist…Dragons eat many food especially meat (and HUMANS)……

The dangers of the haunted town…

chapter 1

Larry decided to skip collage to go to the haunted town in Alaska.When he arrived,he saw something that made him shiver and shake his head encase it was a dream.or…even a nightmare!“Right,lets just hope the PIGAMANDER is a myth…”He thought seeing a sinister shadow grow bigger and bigger until it grown immense!

Chapter 2

The unknown wrestler was bleeding everywhere there was blood on Xavier’s fists. Xavier won on k.o. Xavier went home it was midnight and a legend of California came true of the crocamander.  He heard it crock and he looked and looked but he couldn’t see it.

The next day, Xavier Woods was fighting an unknown wrestler. In his opinion they look challenging and strong. Xavier was hammering this wrestler. He just performed a chokeslam. 

The dogamander part 1

Prologue
It’s most likely you’ve been to Countryside Pastries in the summer. The smell of fresh doughnuts and cupcakes probably persuaded you to come up onto the sand dunes and enter the small beach hut that perches on a flat piece of slate. Countryside Pastries is the kind of place where you look forward to visiting while you unpack your belongings in the static caravan on the coast you’re staying in. It’s like that place like an arcade, like the place you look forward to visiting when you decide to go on holiday to the wonderful beaches at the North Coast of Cornwall.

In the winter however, you’ve probably felt the burning wind feeling cold and icy on your cheeks. People rarely visit Countryside Pastries in winter although customers do come just to get a taste of all the fuss that is apparently not necessary. This is not true because…well…it is necessary as soon as visitors take a single bite into one of the delicious pastries that are made. It is automatic to buy more to take home and warm up in the oven for the family. Anyways, that’s what usually happens in the winter…

Chapter 1
My name is Naomi Brookes and I am the chef at the Countryside Pastries shop. I sculpt the positions of the cupcakes, doughnuts, pasties, churros and much more and bake them until they are perfectly baked and delicious. (Of course I know this because I always taste test one to make sure it’s perfect and you’re probably going to be very annoyed at me but if they don’t taste good they get thrown into the bin.) There are only two people that work at Countryside Pastries, me and Becky. At our shop we both have small rooms so we can stay here at all times. My room is generally quite cosy with a small brick fireplace, a comfy and cushioned armchair and a small single bed coated in blankets and plumped cushions.

Out of the blue, a girl no older than me (15) bangs on the window, cracking the glass.
“What the frickin’ hell are you doing?” I hiss at her but she continues banging on the window. The door clicks as I open it slowly for her and she dashes in.
“What is the matter with you?” I yell at her and gesture at the cracked window. She shrugs and crouches beside the the counter.
“I saw it…” she mutters, trembling. I don’t want to ask what she saw. I already know. The dogamander. A fierce beast with wings of an angel and a diet of fish smelling frogs.
“R-really?” I stammer, my mouth practically on the floor.
“Quick it’s coming!” she yells, her voice shrilly.

The Pandamander

My name is Coral and I work at Seashell Hotel. However most people call me Cora, and I definitely prefer that name. I work all day, just trying to make people smile and feel at home. Many people ask why I didn’t follow my dreams and be what I wanted to be. But I like it here. The hotel is surrounded by the  beautiful, teal oceans that glimmer in the sunlight and lovely people! What else could I ask for? If I followed my dreams and became a famous actor, I wouldn’t enjoy it as much, fame is hard to take in and I would have had to be away from my loved ones. So I decided to go down this route and I love it. All the staff I work with are amazing and I just love to make people happy. The hotel has warm, cosy rooms that send enjoyment down your spine, incredible breakfast and buffays and dazzling views! But sometimes it doesn’t seem this positive..