Several minutes later, they arrived at the pods garage, the dads had gone hunting and the mothers  were  making  a nice meat casserole. Children moaned from hunger as they had not had breakfast. They hadn’t slept  last night and were  trying to have a little nap before dinner.

Tom and Sam stood together in the lounge of their pod. Moments later, their farther had arrived with a buck tide up on a stick, blood was strewn  on its skin. Litres upon Litres of blood trailed behind them.

The snow didn’t bother the brothers  , they’d never get fed up of the snow men and the sledges. The winters breeze reminded them of home, the  way the sea of cotton candy like clouds bobbed below the ship instead of salty  water.

It was then when the pod creaked… A Silhouette was squirming on the side of the pod Sam loving every moment of  this, sprinted towards the creature… Tom waited for a description  from Sam, But it never came.

After what seemed like hours , Sam  shouted, ‘its a robotic worm cleaning the pod. Tom loved robotics. After seeing the robotic worm that’s name was actually RWCF -FC [ robotic worm cleaner for- flying craft].

At dusk ,the captain called everyone for dinner. After hours of chuckling and story telling, everyone was exhausted  . They left  the table and headed for their pods.

Tom gript the hammocks stand, his feet acing as the ship tilted. The sky was about to have them for dinner when the captain won the battle, steering to safety  the captain spoke ,”fellow crewmates we have spotted  a  dragon in the distance, remain calm we shall be attacking, when necessary…”

Moments later, a mementoes thud drove the ship backwards, Tom and Sam had to get back to the main land. They snuck out of the children’s room, [research HQ] then they sprinted to the cockpit to activate emergency pod sequence …

In the corner of his eye , a scale glinted, but he hadn’t heard the harpoons and the SSP [sky security police ] shouting …  he saw a yellow beady eye the size of a football opening…”DUCK!” exclaimed Sam trying to keep out of the dragon’s sight. Immediately, Sam felt a gigantic shadow towering over him as a crackling flame shot out the dragon’s mouth it was attempting to  intimidate them, with the fate of his family and friends depending on them, the brothers worked together to defeat the mighty beast …

Tom did the distraction while Sam pressed the evacuation alarm. The 2 boys sprinted down the 3 layers of stairs to the garage where 40 evacuation pods were stored. Each pod held a life time of needs such as a kitchen , a room, a cockpit ,a toilet  and last but not least a lounge. Tom and Sam dashed through the door to the garage looking for the pod reserved for them, they finally found their parents outside their pod , the doors opened and they got in .Seconds later, the exit doors for the pods opened and they had left.

Had they made it out alive?

You are a kettle whistling to spawn  tea.

You are a seagull willing to  pinch a snack from the sea.

You are a chicken pecking at the chickpea.

You are the sun glistening in the day after eating the moon.

You are Neal Armstrong blasting of into space in a 2 winged machine.

You are the thermometer erupting with alcohol .

You are the poor Pluto being bullied for being diminutive.

You are the agony swelling up my leg .

You are a humming bird humming a defining hum.

You are the creaky step leading to deaf.

You are the icy fear trickling down my back as a silhouette approached.

You are the skeletal leaves clenching on to the fossilised tree .

you are a finished poem…