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The Pengumander

Prologue

 you probably have been to the summer-paradise-beach. In summer, you probably attended local fairs, let your parent stay on the decking and ran on beaches to your hearts content, or spent days with your face full of joy. You probably got taken to our state of the art dinosaur exhibit. It’s a fantastic place… in the summer

 

But in winter, you probably felt the creeping cold climb up your spine. You should try being there when the dull darkness has taken over. I dare you to be there when the beach fog lurks and bad things happen. Few people visit then. Even citizens insist on staying away from the beach… and rumours say, there is good reason. 

 

Chapter 1

My name is Andrew Maguire I work at the dinosaur exhibit. I am the caretaker. I polish the bones, arrange the fossils and clean the windows. I make sure everything is up to tip top shape. People say my job is boring but I am a major control freak so I love my job. I have a massive bedroom where I sleep with a fire place for winter, double bed and a minifridge. I do not feel loneliness so I enjoy the night, but I still like the day time when there is lots of people. It’s not as busy in the winter though.

 

A little girl bangs at the window and spits, “let me in ” with a shivering face. I gaze not at all sure what to do. It is 12.00pm and the exhibit is closed. She looks at me with the most cold and desperate eyes I have ever seen. Suddenly, my body had decided to open the door, but in my head I thought this might be a bad idea. She sprinted in and stopped. She whispered into my ear, “hide me!”

 

Before I continue with what happens next, there is a tale about the town of Troon you need to hear.

It ages back to the 1700s, the was a rumour that a dark monster roams these parts. It only comes out at night, it has a tall crocked stance, it was the Pengumander! Apparently, it is a variety of mander, a deep descendent of the local legends’ malamander, it leaves footprints like dinosaurs, claws like steel and a beak of mossy stone. It smells of rotten flesh and dried out seaweed and a hint of seabass. Any weapon it wields is made of the bones of its enemies. Some say they hear it screeching in the night. some say that they have seen the silhouette. some even say that they have been touched by one. Is it true?

 

People think that the creature was in pain. People think that it is made up. People think that they are a descendent of the pengumander. I have never encountered it, but the wind does speak in the darkness. But  I might be mistaken by the horrible screech of the pengumander!

 

“What do you need to even hide from?” I spit back. “what’s the matter?”

 

“I’ve witnessed it!” She says, “lock the door- draw the curtains!”

 

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Walking Troon

On Monday, I walked the golden sea on 

Troon beach, as it called my name with grace

and glory, and tempted me to look at its 

gleaming aura.

 

On Tuesday, I scored par on the very grass

of Troon Links golf course, and the sun 

glistened in my eyes like a sizzling sausage.

 

On Wednesday, I witnessed the beautiful 

Scottish thistle with purple thorns like 

A knights sword, loving leaves like 

like almighty shields and a strong stem 

like the rope of an adventurer.

 

On Thursday, I strolled doon Temple hill

and a wee rascal seagull nicked me lunch.

 

On Friday, I touched the golden squared 

sausage from Connors butchers as 

the light takes over and wind wooshes 

in my drooping face as I drool to get my

hands on the slick slice.

 

On Saturday, I smelled the copper blend

of a good auld glass of strong Irn bru 

like the soul of a silver angel.

 

On Sunday, I poured me heart and soul 

into making a batch of haggis, neeps and tatties

and after devoured the whole thing as if 

it was an intense relay race. 

How to paint a Minotaur

How to paint a Minotaur… 

 

First,  

Paint its eyes,  

With glimmering water droplets 

Guiding you to the reflection,  

Of the nights sky. 

 

Next, 

Paint the body, 

Sculpted with molten gold and wood  

Plus a seasoning of greed and need, 

Darkening the rough hide. 

 

After that, 

Paint its head, 

With the magical touch of King Midas  

And the sound of the birds chirping along,  

to the song of bewildered wind. 

 

Then, 

Paint a pair of legs, 

Using a bull like texture 

And the strength of a limber Lion, 

As the moon washes over your pallet. 

 

Afterwards, 

Paint two horns, 

With golden drops forged from a halo 

That had been dipped in the Earth’s core, 

As if it were a dip-dab. 

 

And finally,  

Paint its axe, 

Crafted with steel mined by the great dwarves,  

God like handle with carvings of battle 

Blessed by a billion Angels.

On my way home

On my way home…

 

I met a woman called Peace, her lips where warm 

and she had golden velvet like hair, 

With eyes representing the blazing sun and the still moon,

That reflected off of the rushing water. 

She Whispered strange words that felt like the warm breeze 

And sounded like a beautiful bird, chirping 

to the song of the wind. 

 

I met a boy called Goat, his rough hide was hidden

By the soft layer of multi-coloured wool that danced in the wind.

He had a small head with tough horns that where crafted from gods halo.

He raised to the air as he guided the other animals to freedom,

With a touch of greed in his gleaming golden eyes.

 

I met a man called Loyalty, he had eyes with a warm sensation 

And elegant hair that that curled into a symbol of trust.

He had armour with beautiful Japanese bonsai trees 

Carved into it with trunks that had a smile but was thick and tough.

He made friends with me and he has stayed as loyal

As a perfect marriage.

 

I met a girl called Element, her eyes burned like blazing flames

As her hair whooshed around like the wind.

She had skin like rough Earth and blood like glistening water.

As I saw myself out of the reflection of her blazing eyes 

I thought of life and what it has given to me.

 

I met a man called Faith, he had eyes with elegant wooden crosses

And held a resemblance of buddha. 

He had a golden hand crafted From the axe of the Viking god Odin 

himself that gleamed in the sunlight.

He looked at me with grace and honour as he kneeled to bless me 

With his sacred hand that had a sacred touch.

 

I met a woman called Philosophy, her eyes gleamed with the thoughts

Of the past that droop down like an elephants grey, elegant trunk.

This woman had clothing of grace and her thoughts always

Stuck in the past.

She charged at me with anger and hatred in her eyes

When I said the Earth is flat.

 

 

By Tony

In the land of GOATS

 

 

In the land of Goats, I found a big beautiful white-wooled goat 

that had golden eyes like glimmering glitter.

 

In the land of Goats, I touched a humongous hill-goats horn 

it felt smooth and rough at the same time, as its wool danced in the wind.

 

In the land of Goats, I felt the peace and stillness of the horizon spill over me 

as the black birds chirped to a beautiful little song.

 

In the land of Goats, I captured a picture of the still, smiling sun it

 was so bright and peaceful that I almost fell asleep.

 

In the land of Goats, I saw an amazing apple with godly golden stripes 

so I took a bite and it tasted like fresh melted gold mixed with the fruits of a magical tree.

 

In the land of Goats, the gibbons howled to warn the goats of the nights treachery 

As the moon can be very deceiving.

chapter four a way home

Chapter 4: A way home!! 

Bruce, ignoring any voices he could hear in the candy forest was standing in the spot where the door should have been but there was no door. So, he sat for a bit thinking over what he was going to do; he could stay and feed off of candy but he had to get back and that gingerbread man might be some tough work. 

As he was thinking this over a fizzing sound started. It was at start irritating but then he noticed where it was coming from; it was a beautiful Coca Cola River with a boldly placed door at the bottom of it. Bruce was so happy, but then he realised he can’t swim!! 

But Bruce has not given up, so, he thought about what he is good at and then came up with a master plan. So, he started. he got all the sugar canes he could carry and connected them with a sugar powered generator and with some candy metal he managed to construct a candy submarine. Bruce excitedly jumped as he knew he would now pass engineering science. Then he got in the submarine and powered it on.  

He drove into the coldly iced Coca Cola as the submarine swiftly swam through into the door and back into his world. 

chapter 3 a world within worlds

Bruce was always a kid that did what he was told; but the book was just too tempting. So, he looked at the title it was named: THE BOOK OF WORLDS. Bruce opened the book with interest and curiosity. On the first page he saw a forest with a little kid trapped in it. Next, he saw a sky world with houses made of clouds and wind elementals. But on the third page it was blank, and that made Bruce think about it, then he decided that he would add in a world that this magical book was lacking. So, he got out his pencil (that he carried on him literary everywhere) and drew a world of sweets. But this wasn’t any world of sweets this had every sweet you could ever imagine: toffees, crisp, chocolate, lolly pops, ice cream and much more. Then something had happened, as he started feeling off every detail of his drawing started springing to life every lolly pop every drop of coke, and everything from the world he was in was gone, except the book. 

It was a lovely gingerbread house with strawberry lace vines and gum drops for bushes, so he approached the house with caution and awareness, and he opened the door. First, he saw nothing but then details started coming in when he imagined it. And then Bruce started hearing a sound it was footsteps and when he plucked up the courage he went to check and then he saw it a killer gingerbread man without thought he ran for it but there was no gate way back!!!

How to take care of a baby dragon

Have you been given a dragon to take care of. If so then this is the best guide to help you. Firstly, get a large are that is clean  so the dragon can sleep without any rubble to hurt it. Next, give in lots of food and 25 sheep for food, however, the minority are vegan and eat grass. Then, give it some support so it doesn’t feel lonely. Finally, make shure that the dragon can’t here anything while sleeping.

Bruce’s mythical adventure

Bruce’s mythical adventure!!! 

Prologue: 

This wardrobe was never touched. Everyone feared it, except for Bruce. 

Bruce was the bravest in his class. But he believed in the mythical Fairy’s and centaurs, and that made the kids Bullied him, but he is going to find out the truth about his mythical beliefs. 

 

Chapter 1: Bruce in the wardrobe. 

Bruce was a scared kid because he wasn’t treated well by his parents. So, it was a rainy day at Centaur Road and Bruce was bored because A: he didn’t have a PlayStation 4 unlike his peers who have one, and B: he didn’t have a phone. So, Bruce went on a walk with his centaur themed umbrella. So, first he saw an abandoned park, but it was too creepy. Then, he found an abandoned house at first it seemed creepy, but he could feel something calling to him with all its might and when he took a good look at it, he saw the wonders within. 

He walked in all fears swept away, he shivered with confusion and interest. Then he realised with a look of an old wardrobe that this was the wardrobe house. This wardrobe was open for once and without thought he tiptoed through and… 

 

Chapter 2: The land of war and doors 

“My name is guard sapphire; I am the gate keeper of the land of war and doors and my only advise for you is do not touch the book on the battlefield”. Said a voice.” y-y-yes sir”. Stuttered Bruce shivering with fear. So, Bruce had calmed down a bit and was now excited to explore this new world. Then he decided to go through lots of doors and eventually found the battlefield and he saw the book with its old pages he just wanted to turn, and he ran for it. It was just too tempting so he picked it up and turned its magical pages.