Chapter 2- Red Stone Mineshaft

The sun had only began to rise when Aspec woke up to see the sun glistening in his eyes when something appeared in front of him. It was a letter saying that Sarcosuchus had destroyed their home and was coming for them. There was no time to loose, Aspec woke Mono and Freddy up and set of again.

Walking for hours the night sky glistening until they stumble across a mineshaft, ‘It says on the map it is called Red Stone Mineshaft,’ said Aspec walking towards it.

When they walked in they can see that it goes deeper. They slid deeper into the mineshaft they saw people mining and then they saw a problem.

There was some sort of red stone golem which posed a danger to Aspec, Mono and Freddy. Mono found a hole big enough to stay in.

They realised they didn’t have enough food so Aspec went looking for food he saw an office which had food in but also had a red sparkling gem another stone. He stole nearly all the food and the stone he got out saw the red stone golem staring right into Aspecs soul.

Aspec tried to get back to his hiding place were Mono and Freddy but it was no use. He just waited for the pain to strike

How to look after a baby dunkleosteus

Have you been given a baby Dunkleosteus? Are you wondering just how to look after it? Then don’t worry these steps will make it have a good life.

What you need: a very big fish tank, normal or fake coral, sea weed, salt water and raw fish for food.

What to do:

First, get a very large fish tank about half the size of your garden.

Next, put the salt water in the tank for the Dunkleosteus.

Then, place the real or fake coral in the fish tank for it to maneuver about

Also,provide sea weed for it to look like home.

Finally, feed your Dunkleosteus raw fish for it not to starve.

Your Dunkleosteus will be happy after this but as it gets older you’ll have to release it into the ocean but don’t worry these creatures have photographic memories.

By Tyler-jay

I want to paint

the ocean waves crashing down on the ground, the way sharks manoeuvre around the ocean bed, the marine life living deep down in the Mariana Trench.

I want to paint

a short fin Mako shark speeding through the seas like a cheetah under water, a torpedo like great white shark stronger than a tiger, an old Greenland shark sadly blind but over 320 years old, a tiger shark as tough as a lion, scouting for it’s pray.

I want to paint

the taste of salt water as people swallow accidentally whilst swimming. The smell of raw blood as marine predators bite down on it’s pray. The sound of waves dashing and crashing on the shore. The memory of the first shark I looked eye to eye at.

I want to paint the end of this poem.

I want to paint

the ocean waves crashing down on the ground, the way sharks manoeuvre around the ocean bed, the marine life living deep down in the Mariana Trench.

I want to paint

a short fin Mako shark speeding through the seas like a cheetah under water, a torpedo like great white shark stronger than a tiger, an old Greenland shark sadly blind but over 320 years old, a tiger shark as tough as a lion, scouting for it’s pray.

I want to paint

the taste of salt water as people swallow accidentally whilst swimming. The smell of raw blood as marine predators bite down on it’s pray. The sound of waves dashing and crashing on the shore. The memory of the first shark I looked eye to eye at.

I want to paint the end of this poem.

I want to paint

the ocean waves crashing down on the ground, the way sharks maneuver around the ocean bed, the marine life living deep down in the Mariana Trench.

I want to paint

a short fin Mako shark speeding through the seas like a cheetah under water, a torpedo like great white shark stronger than a tiger, an old Greenland shark sadly blind but over 320 years old, a tiger shark as tough as a lion, scouting for it’s pray.

I want to paint

the taste of salt water as people swallow accidentally whilst swimming. The smell of raw blood as marine predators bite down on it’s pray. The sound of waves dashing and crashing on the shore. The memory of the first shark I looked eye to eye at.

I want to paint the end of this poem.