30 years ago, a rumor was spreading about a girl who was dragged into a swamp by a monstrous creature half human. They said she was berried underneath the mud floor and suffocated.
On the 22nd of November, half a pair of denim jeans and rubber boots was discovered in a shallow swamp. It was reported to the police the next day and it was inspected. They pulled the body out of the mud. It was a girl with the same appearance description from the rumor lay hidden underneath the murky swamp floor all that time but they never suspected the rumor was true.
I was walking past my favourite stationery store when it was closed but when I looked closely, a giant brown sphere crushed the shops roof. Nobody was in there but everyone was just staring.
“Make way people” said a group of workers. Everybody made a clearing in front of the building. They bordered the stationery shop with a certain material. A familiar voice came shouting down the road. It was the shop manager.
“What do you think you’re doing to my store!” he yelled.
“Sir. Could you please calm down it will be removed in a week.”
“Removed?!” he shouted
In the flash of lightning i saw Minty the turtle that i rescued a few weeks ago from the fishing net leap out of the water as me, my mum, my brother and my dad drove our dirty white car across the tall bridge in to the spirit of Tasmania as it was about to leave the bay. We drove in the dark car park and backed up into the free parking space.
We collected the keys to our room and walked towards the cabin. I climbed up the bunk bed ladder on the left and read my favorite book. ‘A Most Magical Girl’.
Once there lived a crocodile. She was pale, bright orange with hardly any food to eat. Her name was Milly. She lived in quite a wide flowing river without basicly anyone to talk to.
One day she felt hungrier than ever so she set off to find some food. Within a few palm trees a bird lay hurt on the ground. The crocidile crept over to the injured creature. As it aimed for its head, “BANG!”, a bulet shot right through its legs. The croc turned around. some tough hunters power walked straight towards her. She got scared and ran away.
Now she only lives on berrys an if there is any sign of movement, she swims right to the bottom of the river (unless it’s her best friend Eliza).
I woke up in my bed and the sun was shining. I went outside and walked to the beach. The sand was soft. The wind blew against my face. There were lots of shells. I walked along the calm beach. The blue ocean crashed along the sandy beach.
I walked a little more and found a hut. I went in. I walked across the floorboards and something court my eye. I bent down and picked it up. A big shell lay in my hand. “Cool” I said my eyes as big as dinner plates.
I ran out of the hut happily. I ran down a shortcut all the way home.
I walked into the kitchen and put the shell down. I cooked some dinner. Rice and chicken. I gobbled it all up. I stared up at the time “12:00” I said. “Bedtime for me”. I got into my cosy and warm, blue bed.
In the morning, I went downstairs and sat down. I went into the kitchen to cook breakfast. Then I looked at the shell and saw something…
I ran over to it, it was money!$$$ (and lots of it). I sat down with it at the breakfast table. I counted it 1,000,000 dollars altogether!
PS: This was drafted, edited and published by-
Anna and Hanna!
I sat down ready for dinner at my friend’s house and in the middle of the table was something, something steaming madly, something unspeakable, something I would never eat in the next 10 century’s! It was… LASANGA!!!!!!!!!! “No, I won’t I’m allergic, it’s toxic!” I ran outside screaming for my mum… “Taxi taxi!” I shouted. I kicked, I squealed I screamed repeatedly.
I squinted and opened my eyes. “Gosh, what a nightmare!” I raced down to the breakfast table but what was there in my very spot was a colossal plate with a mountain of perfectly baked lasanga! I sat down and took a bite and halalua! I liked it!
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