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Warriors creek forest

Stealthily, Chloe crept down the  stairs, dodging the third step in case it creaked. At the bottom, she paused but all that she could hear was the silence that filled the house with sleep. Thunder crashed, CRASH! A question came into her head, Where was she going to end up.

Twenty minutes later, she entered Warriors Creek Forest. Creaky trees swayed above Chloe’s head. Old rusty swords lay on the dead grass. The bushes rustle gently from a gust of wind. Chloe heard a howl from a tree nearby…

Chloe sat down under the creaky trees and listened for the howl coming from the tree nearby. It was here she first saw the wolf. All morning she waited, till in the end her eyes  closed and she slept, dreaming of her stroking a wolf.

Later, she woke up with a start. The sun shone brightly in her eye’s. Chloe shuffled behind a tree that she fell asleep on. She heard something creeping up close, she shuffled closer behind the tree and suddenly a twig broke,  leaves rustled,  she new something was very close. What was it? …

 

The sleep over.

Jack and Tommy were having a sleepover at Jacks house, finding ghosts together, peering out of the window Tommy noticed an abandoned house in the horizon,  Tommy mumbled can we go explore the area. Jack explained that they needed to prepare first.  so they packed their bags, snuck outside and proceeded on their adventure at once.

After they arrived, they approached the castle like house, Jack took a deep breath, stepped forward and reached out his  hand, Tommy followed. suddenly, the battered door swooped open, and light seeped through the cracks and crevasses, they shivered.

Jack and Tommy synchronised saying ” IS ANYBODY THERE !!! ” The main hall echoed. They peered in, reached in the bag and pulled out  their flashlights and turned then on ” ahhhhhhhh!” They where so scared they couldn’t move…

Jamie

Jamie walked into the hall “sorry I’m late.” He said “I had to do my music first.”

“OH just sit down Jamie” the teacher ordered

“OK” he sighed and he sat in his chair.

Dave closed the back door, caught his breath and ran to the old gravel pit. “Sorry I’m late” said Dave staring down, his shy face not catching anyone’s eye. The instructor went on and on about spades while Dave daydreamed. He would not be able to forget his mum shouting that morning.

Jeff

Jeff stepped forward in front of him an old door stood. Opening it he saw a dust covered chandelier and a creaky staircase.

As Jeff stepped in the door slammed  behind him. It was not the sort of place you would want to stay in for a holiday, Jeff could hear sounds upstairs,  he creeped forward as silently as he could but once he got to the stairs one of the floor boards creaked and some thing came booming down the stairs…

Season Haiku’s

Winter

This morning ,the moon

is a ghostly thumbprint

on a frosted window.

 

Spring 

Flowers growing on,

shivering green trees

getting ready for summer.

 

Summer

Fish jumping by you

at the river side,

dive in cool water.

 

Autumn

Bonfires crackling,

toffy apples in your mouth,

yum yum in your tum

Season Haiku’s

Winter

This morning ,the moon

is a ghostly thumbprint

on a frosted window.

 

Spring 

Flowers growing on,

shivering green trees

getting ready for summer.

 

Summer

Fish jumping by you

at the river side,

dive in cool water.

 

Autumn

Bonfires crackling,

toffy apples in your mouth,

yum yum in your tum

Season Haiku’s

Winter

This morning ,the moon

is a ghostly thumbprint

on a frosted window.

 

Spring 

Flowers growing on,

shivering green trees

getting ready for summer.

 

Summer

Fish jumping by you

at the river side,

dive in cool water.

 

Autumn

Bonfires crackling,

toffy apples in your mouth,

yum yum in your tum

The Spitfire

The stunning Spitfire swiftly whirring over the land

screaming silent curses after battle.

 

The guns spray the bullets,

the whispers of death.

 

The propellers, powerful like a

tunnel-boring machine under ground.

 

The prodigious wings keeping

the spitfire airborne.

 

The spitfire glides flawlessly

into the unknown.

 

The wild wings slicing the air.

 

The killer propeller blades chop

aggressively at the night sky.

 

The rusted exhaust pipes spits smoke,

polluting the clean air.

 

The swift, agile spitfire glides

like an owl in the moonlight.

The invisible, tremendous propeller

blades whirring swiftly through the air.

 

The minuscule rear wheel assisting takeoff

and landing a loyal friend.

 

The black exhaust pipes leaving

a trail of smoke wherever it goes.

 

What are you?

You are a meaningful rescue dog

that brought me a lifetime of happiness.

 

You are the sun, shining on Emma’s spanner

like a holographic pencil case.

 

You are the rainbow end

waiting for someone to dig up its gold.

 

You are the smell of a Kiwi

hidden in a teacher’s pocket.

 

You are the Bengal cat

that owns the sofa

whether you like it or not.

 

You are the forgotten wish

that didn’t come on my birthday.

 

You are the forgotten wish

that didn’t come on my birthday.

 

You are the memory

of my childhood,

that haunts me most.

 

You are the beginning, middle and end.