The teacher stopped at Mrs Worthington’s office, grabbed a book and ran fastly.
Chapter 4
A couple of hours later, the crew had eventually patched the wound in the balloon, now they are off floating through the misty sky with only the moon to guide them.Inaya had found a cozy box for the baby skunk ape.It had grew every day, sleeping at the appropriate time and eating regularly.
Zayd stood alone on deck, thinking if he would ever see his precious home again.The shimmery moon shone on the mist and an odd ray of light shone through.Inaya came up to join him. She thought that she would never get bored from the views of dubai lit up.
All of a sudden they heard something.Someone or something was crawling up the sky ships hull towards them.Inaya tugged on Zayd’s sleeve pulling him down.By themselves they waited patently, the hearts beating more faster than the fastest drummer in the world.What do you think it with be? Zayd crossed his fingers tightly, hoping it wasn’t the mothers Skunk Ape! Imagine the sight of his mother angry!
Peering over the edge, Zayd could just make a strange face, it was clinging on to the wooden hull.Zayd grunted as he whispered to his sister, “I can’t see what it is… but it’s smelly. Look, is that a nose?”
Captain Blackebeard appeared, glanced up to the flag and giggled, “No worries! It’s the ancient blood flag, we sometimes use it if pesky pirates come and attack us.We use it to scare them off.”
25 minutes later, they both fell asleep, dreaming of successful journeys, no engine faults and to see Grinches’ base.The Golden Phoenix floated gracefully through the starry night sky
Night-Flyer
Prologue
Have you ever imagined a flying house? Like the one from up! When you’re on an aeroplane sawing through abandoned skies, do you gaze out, eyes squinting agenised the beaming sun.
In your head you’re probably picturing a cloudless blue sky, while sitting on your imaginary sky-ship, as you slump back on your imaginary deckchair, sipping your imaginary mocktail. But you should begin to picture a cloud-stoned, greying, thunder-clashed sky, where your sky-ship sways and spins, but that not the only problem…
Chapter 1
Nattie swallowed as she grasped her twins’ hand, Jack on the other hand was full of excitement as he pulled Nattie up the winding stairs, stopping at intervals to gaze out of the misty windows. As they reached the top, Jack held out a hand to push open the heavy-metal door. They were greeted by a patter of paws, it was Chi! The captains excitable King Charles cavalier! Her brown tail wiped Nattie’s quivering legs as she bounded round the room.
They had been there for almost a week now, Jack and Nattie were safe under their heavy duvets when unexpectedly, Jack woke to a stream of worried voices echoing out throughout the moonlit hall, Jack scrambled over to Nattie’s bed. He shook Nattie till she woke with a groan of bed springs. After a quick explanation on what was going on, Nattie jumped to her feet, her face lined with worry. Questions leaked into Nattie’s head, Why? What? Who? How? But those questions were answered when her and Jack entered the hall…
Dragon poem
The dragon’s narrow eyes squint into the gold-streaked horizon,
his skin as rough as the cat’s tongue,
his scales like spotlights shining on a Hollywood stage.
The dragon’s ridged spine frozen in place by its looming shadow,
his wings flapping on a crumbling cliff ready to take flight,
his talons curved like the crescent moon hanging in the midnight sky.
The dragon’s claw like burning candles scraping his prays soft skin,
his longue like a slivering snake ready to strike,
his teeth as sharp as carving knives slicing into steak.
The dragons jaw clamped on his quivering pray.
dogs
dogs
You are a dog, eagerly reading the summers breeze for signs of sneaky cat.
You are the smell of wet dog, drifting through a wide
window.
You are the feel or fur, smooth as snow across the ridged dogs back.
You are the memory of comforting lick, slobbered across a tear-soaked face.
You are Dr Watson, a partner in crime and a friend for life.
You are the smell of mud, trampled across the kitchen floor.
Hulk
Dear huk,
I am writing this email to persuade you to NOT give up fighting Thor.
My first reason is that you can rest and take a little brake form superheroing and fighting thor, my second reason is you need to ask people to help you and go to the gym more.ON the other hand, lots of people needs you,Why give up so early, ir so many people needs your help?
Do you know what will happen if you give up, the whole world will be in a disaster?I am considering what Thor is doing. He is trying to kill you.
To summarize, don’t give up your career. You know what will happen if you give up and the world will bow up by Thor. If you need help Just ask hulk women. Your career will get you killed.
Yours sincerely Wonder women.
Chapter 4 the gateway
As they went towards the antique the gateway, Ava heard a loud shout in the distance.
They were being watched.Crawling forwards, the fierce snake slivered into the road that went to the gateway.
A mossy stone wall curved around the mighty gate. Ava who could see through, waited as the snake limped towards the gate.
A blinding light, which was liquid gold.
It got cloudy; the liquid silver turned into purr gold; it became the planet of a nemesis.
The night walker
I curl asleep for an hour and softly purr
I eat fish and mice, I am a fish-hunter
I jump to high places, as I stare at the moon
I crawl around at night , I am a night-stalker
I break glasses, I am a trouble-maker
I fight a lot, I am a claw-skratcher
I jump mountains and back until the sunrise.
I watch the moon and curl up to blend in with the
midnight sky.
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The Fearless Cat
The Fearless Cat
Fire burned, the fearless Tigers growls.
Its pupils increase the amount of sun let in.
Its nose is as shiny as a Pollia Condestant.
Its teeth are as sharp as a tungsten needle.
Its silky fur is as smooth as a chinchilla’s fur.
It thinks and waits for the dazzling sun to go down.
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