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‘As you all know,’ he said loudly, ‘four days ago a terrible crime was committed here, and it was my job to reveal the culprit or culprits. Well I shall now reveal them, the murderers, to you, right here, right now. There are officers everywhere so they have no chance of escaping. Ladies and Gentlemen; Sergeant Boyle and his accomplice Mrs Brown!’ The guests and staff all gasped. ‘Allow me to explain’, said Will.

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Seeing the World in all its Colours by Orla

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Seeing the World in all its Colours by Orla

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Although they didn’t make eye contact, Tom was aware that someone was there.

A few moments passed, until he said, “These are incredible, did you do them by yourself?” Tom slowly nodded. Alex still sat there staring intently at the art.

The different colours of the leaves, the detail in the trunk. Running your mind’s fingers down the bark, the rough texture slowly scraping your fingers. The colours weren’t right. But were so beautifully in harmony. Every part of it was both chaos and order, branching and joining, connecting and separating. There was nature and mathematics on one page and at the same time. Through the pictures Alex could hear what Tom saw.

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A girl came into my carriage looking for a seat. The one beside me was free. As if instructed she sat down and made herself comfortable. ‘Hey’ she said.

‘Hi’ I replied sheepishly. I looked at her. She looked like someone who loved sport. You know that feeling when you look at someone and say to yourself, it’s obvious, you don’t have to tell me. It’s just something about you that gives it away. Yes? Well I got that feeling. Her dark copper hair was tied back in a slick ponytail, giving her a look of confidence. Instead of proper school shoes she was wearing all-black Nikes and on her wrist was an apple watch.

‘You’re one of the new ones, correct?’ I nodded silently.

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A Christmas Video, Lost and Hopefully to be Found by Kara

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A Christmas Video, Lost and Hopefully to be Found by Kara

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Halloween is well over by two weeks and the Christmas countdown has begun. For all people the Christmas countdown is a joyous occasion, at the beginning at least too it was for Riley and Ralf Cooper – ten year old twins – they had a tremendous Christmas countdown even with the fact of them having a desperately poor family they were still able to look forward to this spectacular occasion even if it was only one or two presents each. Their favourite part of Christmas was trying to stay awake to meet Santa. But some people at their school were just not nice enough to let people just be simply happy, simply excited, because some people are not kind, and some people don’t care about others feelings. But let us see what will happen to our characters in this story and see, if people can change.

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I’m sorry if I’m not the best person to talk about how I felt in certain moments or places or whatever, but it’s because some random day, my brain decided to lock my feelings out of my mouth; when I try to speak about them, I can’t.

Below the cliff edge, sharp jagged rocks were scattered along the base of the ocean. And with every little wave that collided with them, foamy water scattered onto the rocks faces. Sometimes I wonder if certain things have thoughts and what they’d think about it. I know it’s probably weird, but I actually really like putting myself into other people’s shoes and feeling their thoughts filling every single limb of my body.

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‘Does the Death-Bringer have and nicknames?’ She asked curiously

‘Why would you want to know that dear?’

‘Just out of interest,’ she replied airily.

‘Hmm,’ he thought, not buying it.’ Yes he does. Quite a few in fact. There’s The Grim Reaper, Soul Collector, the Shadowy, no-faced one, the stuff of nightmares, the Shadow Torturer, the Web of Horror, and that’s not all! But the next two are so horrifying that they would haunt your dreams…’ he trailed off, not wanting to say more. ‘Please tell me’ she pleaded.

‘Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,’ he said. ‘The Skeleton Guzzler and the Soul Devourer’

A shiver ran down Rosemary’s spine.

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Daghishat stepped out of the portal knowing that he might not return. Now that he had left he could utterly understand the beauty of this world. A soul, his soul. This is what he must find.

He spent days searching, until one dark thundering night he saw something light up for a split second, a fragment, ‘of what?’ He thought sprinting over. It came to him suddenly, it was the first piece of his soul. Ripping it from the ground, he thrust it into his chest and immediately felt rejuvenated and with new knowledge.

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Charlie logged onto FIFA, he readied himself for the match cracking his knuckles several times. ‘Let’s do this’ he said confidently, and clicked the play button. Everything went blue, there was wind all around, his bedroom was being wrecked! The screen started to glow, something was going down right here in his bedroom. WOOSH! Everything went black.

Charlie landed with a big THONK. ‘What the…’ he whispered to himself. He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on what was going on around him. There were loud cheers and boos, and he realised, he was in a stadium!