The summer holidays yawned as the sun elevated up into the aqua sky. Every day, Timmy went outside to explore the wilderness and to discover new things in the nearby forest. It had become quite familiar to him now and he enjoyed being around nature. Unlike the city, the country side was quite peaceful and Timmy had a lot of space to play games or run around in the back garden or forest.

Timmy enjoyed wearing casual clothing and enjoyed looking after the creature. The dragon was covered in dark colours and black particles slowly separated from the creature. A diamond hugged around its neck with half-ruby and half-sapphire colours inside of it.

Timmy often worried about the creature and if it wasn’t protected enough or if someone put it on the wanted list. He named the friendly dragon George and they had been best friends ever since they’d met. Timmy didn’t have many friends in school: because he usually gets picked on and didn’t really have any one to play with. But with George, Timmy actually have someone to entertain him.

One late July evening, Timmy was strolling through the forest near his home when he felt something was off. In an instant, a strange rustle in the leaves started happening. Amazingly, it was George. He had come to explore with me but something still felt off. It was quieter than usual and I felt like something was watching us.

Timmy turned around to find that their were cctv cameras scattered everywhere like littered crisp wrappers. knowing the evidence, Timmy soon discovered who it was. Victorious Victor. He wanted George and here to take him.

Now that Victor knows that the jewel can keep George under control. He’s going to attempt to steel it and try to take George with him. Timmy couldn’t let this happen. He and the dragon had a very strong relationship. But what can Timmy do to stop Victor.

The summer holidays yawned as the sun elevated up into the aqua sky. Every day, Timmy went outside to explore the wilderness and to discover new things in the nearby forest. It had become quite familiar to him now and he enjoyed being around nature. Unlike the city, the country side was quite peaceful and Timmy had a lot of space to play games or run around in the back garden or forest.

Timmy enjoyed wearing casual clothing and enjoyed looking after the creature. The dragon was covered in dark colours and black particles slowly separated from the creature. A diamond hugged around its neck with half-ruby and half-sapphire colours inside of it.

Timmy often worried about the creature and if it wasn’t protected enough or if someone put it on the wanted list. He named the friendly dragon George and they had been best friends ever since they’d met. Timmy didn’t have many friends in school: because he usually gets picked on and didn’t really have any one to play with. But with George, Timmy actually have someone to entertain him.

One late July evening, Timmy was strolling through the forest near his home when he felt something was off. In an instant, a strange rustle in the leaves started happening. Amazingly, it was George. He had come to explore with me but something still felt off. It was quieter than usual and I felt like something was watching us.

Timmy turned around to find that their were cctv cameras scattered everywhere like littered crisp wrappers. knowing the evidence, Timmy soon discovered who it was. Victorious Victor. He wanted George and here to take him.

Now that Victor knows that the jewel can keep George under control. He’s going to attempt to steel it and try to take George with him. Timmy couldn’t let this happen. He and the dragon had a very strong relationship. But what can Timmy do to stop Victor.

On the ship of souls,
rotten skeletons (with forgotten souls) scream in terror.

On the star of embarrassment,
The feeling of disgust drifts through my body as my mum kisses my cheek in the middle of the school playground.

On the island of hate,
Mice scurry across the dead grass as the whistling wind screams with sadness.​

On the tsunami of shadows,
unremembered nightmares slowly arise.

On the cloud of darkness,
rain falls like leaves in the middle of spring.

On the rock of memories,
the photos of my favourite adventures flood through my mind.

Chapter 3

A couple days later, we both sit in my warm, cosy room. We don’t talk for about 10 minuets drinking hot chocolate and blanketed with ***************. Outside, thunder roars and a dash of lightning strikes with pride. But inside, my room is nice and hot the fire burning. However Barbra has a plan. “Ok” she begins “do you want to hear my magnificent plan.” I roll my eyes and brace myself for her absolutely mental plan.

I tell Barbra that I need to go the the bathroom and that I will be back in a couple of minutes. I come back and open the door, but she isn’t in here. I try to see if she is playing her favourite game; hide and seek. Then I find out that she has gone to collect evidence without me. Maybe she was desperate.

I lock my museum and double check that my windows are closed and celled tight. Then I run (in my warmest coat) trying to keep up with Barbra’s hammering feet. It’s clear that he doesn’t want to waste any time. “BARBRA” I yell from the top of my lungs, hoping that she would hear me. But she’s still ignoring me. She stops. I look to see where she is trying to go.

I hadn’t believed Barbra, until I saw some unexpected things: Webbed footprints, drool, feathers and the most obvious thing, mince pie crumbs. The crumbs lead to a deep sandy hole, perfect for a chickenmander to live in. “Lets go” said Barbra, enthusiastic. “No I am not going in” I said absolutely terrified. Unfortunately, I had to come.

We slip though the hole, silently. It smells dank and water drips from the celling. Barbra rapidly clicks her torch, hoping that it would turn on. It finally turns on and she spots something wonderful. A nest made of amber leaves and brown sticks that held it together. In the nest was an crimson red egg that was placed gently on it. The chickenmander has an egg.

Without hesitating, Barbra precariously picked it up and tried not to drop it. At that moment, something feels off and I feel a stab of guilt. “Oooh” said Barbra amazed of the egg. I pinch her try her attention. “I…I…I think we need to go now” I said, terrified. A deep shadow stretched in front of me. You can clearly see its sharp beak and its webbed feet. Barbra still doesn’t notice. It does a soft growl. We turn around, scared. There it is the chickenmander. Barbra steps forwards, I step back.

By Seth SWW Y6

The chickenmander By Seth SWW Y6

It’s quite likely that you have really enjoyed a lovely day out at Slumber-on-Sea. In the summer, you may have devoured a really delicious ice-cream that gave you a brain freeze, whilst your mum and dad buried your sister or brother in the soft sand. You may have played tag or even tennis or maybe the seagulls might have even nicked your chips. But if you made a visit in the winter, the cold breeze would whip against your delicate face like a bullet, your warm hands would soon turn ice-cold and the sea would rustle like the leaves on a tree. The sun beds would probably turn bitter and frozen. The sand could be unwelcoming for you and the sharp rocks would scrape across your cold feet.

Chapter 1
My name is Bonnie Barks and I work at the Sunset Hotel. I like to organize things and I am very good at showing people where to go and where their rooms are.​ This isn’t the best job in town but its good enough for me. I have a little bedroom, that I sleep and rest in. I also have a lovely fire place where I can warm my self up when it gets too cold. In my bedroom I also have a lamp, that goes on my bedside table. I can handle my job as it isn’t to much for me. If I have any spare time, I will help anyone that wants help with their jobs.

Suddenly I hear banging on the window and a grubby face stared at me. Surprised, I knew that she wanted to come in. I cautiously opened the window. Once she climbed through the window, she stared at me one more time. She then started to look around my room for something. I don’t know what she was actually looking for. In a heart beat, she turned around, “Hide me, please!”

Before I go on, and tell you what happens next, I need to let you on a little secret. It happened so long ago, that barely anyone remembers the detail and the date. Local legends say that a mysterious monster rose from the deepest, darkest, depths of the sea. This creature is known to be a species of mander, known to be a chickenmander. some say that this amazing creature stealthily runs across the sandy beach of Slumber-On-Sea at midnight.​ It has a razor-like beak and soft, fluffy feathers. So don’t say I didn’t warn you.

“Ummm, hi” I said trying to get her attention.
“Please do you have anywhere for me to hide.” She said panicking.
“Sure in hear, but before you hide, why do you need to?” I said curious
I’ve seen it! Quickly, cover the windows.” She said petrified.