Through the war,
came the poor,
weeping through the dusty clouds,
remember the poor,
For they were the ones
that endured the pain,
that they didn’t deserve to gain.
Time and time,
the poor were the ones who suffered,
when the internet buffered
they were at the end.
Over the wall and under the fence,
there really was no vengeance,
every time they met someone new,
It actually was their heads that blew,
the light blue.
are the ones we should adore.
“DONIO! COME! NOW!” “Yes master.” The shivering half dressed goblin appeared out of the shadows, head down, eyes down. “I need a cup of Slizanberg juice, precisely 500 ml.” “Indeed master.” Replied Donio (the half dressed,, shivering goblin). He walked off at a fast pace, looking at all of the piles and piles of potions when suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The little creature dawdled to the door miserably, thinking that it would probably be one of his masters’ friends. But when the light came through a family stood at the door and as Donio shivered they screamed.
“We’ve got a 624 here, over!” A sleek green sedan swung around the busy corner smashing into a large street lamp, denting the front left area of the car. The lamp started leaning down onto a nearby department store, towering over the city lovers’ heads. “SMASH” Glass shards spun everywhere hitting people and other cars. The broken glass caused some corruption but not as much as the mad cat in the fast speeding sedan lifted the limits of the car’s engine. The people at the swimming pool across the street stared in curiosity as the sedan got faster and faster.
“These kentucky fried chicken wings are delicious John! Where did you get them!” Exclaimed Finn. “KFC” John replied miserably. “AHHHHH! Run for your lives!” Someone shouted from near where John and Finn were sitting. They both got up and ran over to where the screamers had been shouting. A cold breath, like a raindrop swooshed past them, hearts pumping mind rushing. They turned around and there stood a big black cloak with a human like hood, hands clenched together and cuffs overlapping. John and Finn stood in horror as the terrifying creature stood over them like a giant, ready to pounce.
Click below to hear me read this out loud!
100 Word Challenge Week 8
“Where is he?” I said in a angry whisper which was not common for me. “Don’t worry he’ll be here…” Meanwhile on the road… “RRRR!” A large SUV drifted around the corner of Hastings and Lygon. Toby appeared out of the car, his wide eyes glistening in the light of the sun. He ran towards me and Katie, laptop in hand. “We have to get inside!” I shouted. ” THEN LETS GO!” The three of us, sprinted into the underground car park, hoping for the best and not the worst. But we were stopped by a horrid scent. I could not believe the smell!
Click here to hear me read this out loud!
“RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!” I went screeching around the corner of Haylade Avenue and Reserve Street in my Lamborghini. I saw the slick black Bentley just metres behind me, gaining fast. I decided to take a quick turn into the Gerolyd Car Park. But just when I was approaching the exit a taxi swung right in front of me. I swerved to the right so I could avoid the taxi but as I did so, one of my front wheels went up onto a curb causing the car to roll over. I passed out… “BAM!” Suddenly I was able to see again.
As Jackson creeped around the the humongous trees he heard some odd and strange sounding rustling sounds coming from behind him. He turned around but there was nothing there. Standing in a questionable situation,scratching his head, he turned back round to keep on walking towards the hotel. But as he turned, he found a great, terrifying and disgusting creature sitting before his eyes. “ROAR!” “ARGH!” Jackson sprinted as fast as he could away from the hideous monster. He ended up standing on top of the half-ending bridge that was nearest to the location he was at. “OH NO!”He screamed.
This Week’s Prompt
“Look at that view!” Exclaimed Scott. “It’s amazing!” Replied Branden. The exciting view of the Himalayas stood before the 2 travellers as others around them stared up at the great height of the series of mountains before them. “RRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!” Everyone spun around as the sound of a car screeching filled the fresh air. Next, everybody turned back to look at the series of mountains named the Himalayas.” Quick, take a photo!” Said Scott. “But it is yellow!” “Wha-” Scott’s eyes widened as the breathtaking change of scenery and colour sat before him. “What happened?” Asked Scott. “I don’t know.” Replied Branden.
“How are those parts going Simon?” Questioned Joe. “Almost finished… there.” “Finally we can make a start on this rocket.” Joe excitedly walked over to the new metal parts and looked at them. He raised his right eyebrow in shock of the parts. “What are these?!” Joe exclaimed. “They’re your parts sir.” “These are not parts!” These are just bent pieces of metal in a pile like a junk yard!” “Sorry, sir…” Simon cowardly put his head down and dawdled off into the other part of the main building. “ARGHHHHH!” Screamed Joe. “When can we create something that works!”
During the past few days, our class has been doing a lesson around poetry. This specific strategy is called the six room image poem. In this strategy you explore different “rooms” which give you a standard idea about your poem. The first room is named Image/Photograph. For this room, think of something interesting to you. Close your eyes, visualize and describe your thoughts. Room 2 is the room of light. In this room, look at the same picture but write about the different colours you see and encounter. How does it look? Light, dark, hazy, shiny? Sound is the room that consists in room 3. In here, think about what you hear. Voices? Silence? Questioning is the word for room 4. Do you have any questions about your image? What do you want to know more about? What do you wonder about? What are your feelings in room 5? And last but not least, room 6. In this room you will need to look back on your previous rooms and ideas and choose a word, a line, or a phrase that feels important and repeat it 3 times. Down below is a poem that I wrote earlier. Take a look!
The city of London
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlost in the haze
the fresh morning air moving
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxa grey cloud covers the city
busy people, busy people, busy people.
Click below to hear me read this out loud!
Six Room Image Poem