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hi it me jess douglass

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Suddenly someone knocked at the old raged door in the middle of my partie. I ran to answer it.

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I looked out across the cloud filled sky. The crows were out,
I could hear there mournful screeching echoing throughout the town. I didn’t
have long. I clambered down the grim covered wall and wiped my blood stained
hands on my torn leather jeans.  Suddenly,
a cold wind crept up my spine and paralysed my entire body. I saw the
gargantuan silhouette looming in the distance. Its presence made me feel alien.
Slowly, majestically it made its way over to me, destroying everything in its
path. Houses turned to rubble, the flowers wilted and the grass faded of its
colour. My eyes were desperately searching for a chance to escape but once it
has you, you can’t escape. You can struggle, you can fight but nothing can help
you escape. Then, something strange happened. There was no wind but the leaves
rustled on the trees and on the bushes, then they started shaking so much they
blurred. Everything blurred like god had picked up the world and had given it a
shake. I shut my eyes and told myself it isn’t real, this is all a dream. I
opened my sticky eye lids and looked around. It was gone. Everything was. It
was just black. Once my eyes had got adjusted to the dark I looked at my
surroundings it was like I was under a parachute of darkness. Then, I realised
the walls were edging closer to me and the ceiling was caving inwards.

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I looked out across the cloud filled sky. The crows were out,
I could hear there mournful screeching echoing throughout the town. I didn’t
have long. I clambered down the grim covered wall and wiped my blood stained
hands on my torn leather jeans.  Suddenly,
a cold wind crept up my spine and paralysed my entire body. I saw the
gargantuan silhouette looming in the distance. Its presence made me feel alien.
Slowly, majestically it made its way over to me, destroying everything in its
path. Houses turned to rubble, the flowers wilted and the grass faded of its
colour. My eyes were desperately searching for a chance to escape but once it
has you, you can’t escape. You can struggle, you can fight but nothing can help
you escape. Then, something strange happened. There was no wind but the leaves
rustled on the trees and on the bushes, then they started shaking so much they
blurred. Everything blurred like god had picked up the world and had given it a
shake. I shut my eyes and told myself it isn’t real, this is all a dream. I
opened my sticky eye lids and looked around. It was gone. Everything was. It
was just black. Once my eyes had got adjusted to the dark I looked at my
surroundings it was like I was under a parachute of darkness. Then, I realised
the walls were edging closer to me and the ceiling was caving inwards.

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By Megan Russell
His sooty strangling boots squelched onto the wet muddy ground below, but he was cautious not to make another sound. The mansion was like a vast puzzling forest; just looking at the size of it you could picture. Rough rugged planks gracefully gliding through the corridors. Noises were continuously running in and out of his ears confusing his mind  but he still stood as if he’d froze ice surrounding his body. Stumbling stones clambered across the wall where lichen and moss grew in between the teeming cracks and slits . His face looked valiant and fearless as it was masked in scaly charcoal leather. Next to him glaring at  was himself.

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I shall live a short life on this rigidly rugged raft; I feel like gnawing at the fresh oak wood for it looks like bread. No man or woman has survived their journey through the Bermuda triangle and I am certain that I shall not make the journey without food.

A mammoth movement of tide slid into my craft as we approached harsher waters; a sudden mist of cloud whisked me in to the currents of Bermuda shaking around like a washing machine. Gusts of wind whisked me in to a whirlwind of mist towering over me, the clouds and the mind of god…

As the towering wall of death wanders nearer I struggle to gather facts from fiction .Could it possibly be a city scared by the rest of the world, or an unknown creature shielded from a city? But how could these be true, a city was nowhere near the rocky island and there wasn’t a city on the island, was there?

Rumours in the darkness reveal the people on the island remain prisoners to the world, could it be true?    `

Millie Stark

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 All my research gone. Gone
in just a blink of an eye our vessel sunk. From a full research barge to a raft
made of driftwood. My clothes. Gone. No food or water except for the salty sea
which makes me regurgitate nevertheless the fog makes me feel like I have a
blindfold on!!!!

As I looked around me I was petrified to see all the vessels
merged with the rocks and ever screeching sounds of the bolts hanging on for
dear life. I had been studying the Bermuda triangle and me and my team had been
trying to figure out how to help the inhabitants of a remote island. 

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 All my research gone. Gone
in just a blink of an eye our vessel sunk. From a full research barge to a raft
made of driftwood. My clothes. Gone. No food or water except for the salty sea
which makes me regurgitate nevertheless the fog makes me feel like I have a
blindfold on!!!!

As I looked around me I was petrified to see all the vessels
merged with the rocks and ever screeching sounds of the bolts hanging on for
dear life. I had been studying the Bermuda triangle and me and my team had been
trying to figure out how to help the inhabitants of a remote island. 

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by Dylan

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As two girls ran over the crunching snow covered ground to the pest house, a horrible stench of filth and rotting food filled the polluted air. The girls stopped dead in their tracks in front of the terribly painted wooden door of the pest house. The walls were crumbling   `

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THE GREAT IRON HORSE

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By William Gladson
Silent whispers echoed through the sturdy soldiers. Lightening lashed down at the metal buildings, the dimly lit lights flickered like a candle yet had enough light to reveal the corpses after a disastrous gun fight. The soldiers swaggered easily staring at the dark, misty soot that wafted up into the air.

Rats whimpered and scuttled to the rusty sewer pipers as though it was a race. I stopped staring at this ominous sight and slowly crept away. I stared at my scars and I slowly slithered away. I thought I was safe! Yet, once again, I heard a bang which sounded frighteningly like a cannon.

I scuttled back like a spider, I could smell soot and coal filtering the air. I took cover behind a box. It was large and scaly so I knew I had a chance to escape, with cover. I peeked down the stairs. My mind slowly cranking into gear, I could see 2 silhouettes chatting to each other. I knew then I could escape.

I quickly lifted myself up and crept away like a panther, my mind trying to cool me down. I lept through an open window, my mind racing quickly. I then realized there was nothing to stop my fall. Then I saw a tarpaulin and quickly landed. I gazed up at the at the sleepy house, overwhelmed by my achievement.

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It was as dark as night the fuming wind blow against his face

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tBy Grace Jones

The cackling crows sat on their morning perch. The dawn light shown over the hills, the frost was as cold as ice, but the crows didn’t care about getting their feet cold it was part of everyday life. I leaned against the post and tried to relax my breathing. My blood stained hands found their way into the pocket of my black jeans for two reasons, the first reason was for warmth and the second reason was to pull out the sharp blade that was cutting into my leg. I walked down the cobble road and stopped outside a dimly lit house… I knew I had to do the deed, it was wrong but he would kill me if I didn’t. The house looked as though it should have been condemned ages ago, I cautiously walked up the rotting steps and pushed open the creaking door. Once I was inside I looked around, I could smell moss and sea salt in the air and I could hear footsteps… they weren’t mine. I turned around to see a middle aged man staring at me I ran at him, tackling him to the ground and inserting the blade and stepped away from the corpse and walked into the dark street…

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By Isabel Davies Cortes

Once there was a mini town in china called Yishan which was towered in beautiful, fresh-smelling flowers and over flown with divine shops built almost everywhere in town. Yishan was a popular town but nearby was an ancient volcano that hadn’t erupted, unfortunately it had a majestic emerald-green dragon resting on the rim of it, the old town elder was not worried about this because he knew that majestic dragons liked gold and jewels and he knew that the town didn’t own and gold or jewels, everyone in Yishan trusted the wise elder so they did not as worried but they still hoped that he was right. One fine morning a poor lady had been sobbing about losing her child so the town put out a communal search party. One of the head-throbbing town’s people had found a ragged shoe that had belonged to the child, unfortunately the people knew deep down that the child had been taken or even eaten by the gloomy-emerald dragon. The town elder had had enough! All their food went missing because of the devilish dragon. The town elder asked everyone if they wanted to fight the dragon but of course they said “No!” The wise elder decided to gather lots of bags and put pebbles in each one, except for one that had a green pebble, who ever had the green one had to fight the dragon...

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There was a carcus smell as black crows flew up and sat on the beam, the unpleasant sight of a ragged rope and the sound of sinister silence...the exquisite sky was shining bright as the sun, brighter than a crystal...the pitch black sky so dark you couldn’t see a thing...

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by Flo Baker
The wooden raft I was stood on rattled. I looked out across the water, I could taste the salty sea water rising with the mist.  The raft rattled again, the wind was on my bad side,  it was trying to knock me in. I heard the waves crashing on something, what was it? I glanced across the water, it was a ship the one with the huge wooden figure and the ripped rubbish mast the size of wales, it was coming closer heading towards me. I had to jump …

As I fell I could feel the harsh sea wind blowing on my back. The water was as cold as ice, chilling to the bone. It was deeper than I thought I was still going down until crash I hit something, it felt like a wall, why was there a wall at the bottom of the sea?

When I put my head under the loud gushing sea  I found an eerie but tranquil place. The walls all became to make seance   some taller than others some  with  ceilings or roves some with 4 walls others with 1. it looked like a

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by Bill Hoad

A cold mist of light shone through the window neither warning nor leading. It was creepy, creepy because of the dimness. As midnight struck; thunder crashed. It was a night. It was a night as ready for an ambush as any horror movie. Death denies the prettiness of the bay. He went in, it was a pig sty, previously ransacked, but, there it was, unharmed, the live model.

As he peered over the wreck of his broken dreams the ship danced to the bottom of the sea, he clung on for dear life, but to what? The pear? A post? No, a man, what did he want... huh, the bargain, his blood ran cold, the signature, the light, it all made sense. He saved him then he fell, but why... the master thief has a way of getting what he wants, he looks, he jumps, and he’s gone.

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Morgan henstrage

As his black leather gloves gripped on to his silver lock pick trying to open the fragile chest. Fragile because of quietness and old as an old man sitting and an old wooden chair. Suddenly a silhouette appeared through the dark mist of the rusty prison bars ‘ahhhh’. He heard a scream as loud as a lions roar and a unoirtan fate laid before him as the footsteps got louder the breath got colder like all happiness had gone from the world. Deaths clock ticked … feared and frightened he was. He stood up. With complete silence his leather black boots tiptoed over the mossy stone floor that was bumpier than a turtles shell. Quickly he shot out his hand and picked the wooden and rusty metal locket up the storm raged in a foul way. He needed cover behind was a stone pillar covered in repulsive smell of moss. The moss jumped off the pillar.

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The Master Thief

The silent scent of the old town roamed around like a stray cat. The light of the alleyway was dimmed as a shadow, blurred in the mist. The men were as quiet as mice under a haunted doorstep. They knew they had committed this challenge of death. The unconscious lay there like a snapped stick. The building was so old and ridged it was a spine shiver conjuring mess. They were heading for the dark, cobwebbed passage behind the misty painting to meet the greatest there has ever been in history!

He stepped out of the dark and the mist to the mansion, medieval and dark. His eyes were fireflies, flickering in the wind. He sneaked towards the building slowly. Suddenly his daggers of heat pierced through her black t-shirt. She tumbled to the ground like a branch falling from a tree. The dimmed shine of the clock-tower lit the foggy. It struck twenty past twelve and the crows squawked louder than ever.

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Macbeth Battle Field

As the lightning strikes, my blood drops and plummets to the ground. I leave the battle field after fighting for victory, I jump on my horse and ride down the gravel track.

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Macbeth Witches' Spell

The menacing glow of the lightning struck down on the heath, a cauldron bubbled and churned fast like a cheetah, magic and spells went flying in the air, round and round. The witches screeched: toil toil, cauldron bubble, fire burn and cauldron trouble, Macbeth,Macbeth, Macbeth is coming. The old misty trees got darker and darker as the witches disappeared into thin air leaving just the manky old cauldron.

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EDGING THE WALL                                                

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EDGING THE WALL                                                

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by Tom Holland

As the derelict wall, flaked beneath my bitter fingers, the crows stalked me. My stubborn boots weighed my legs down. I could only lift the anchors one step at a time. The pressure jammed me down crunching my body like a boa constrictor.

Shadows of the alleyway
The silent scent echoed along the alleyway. The crisp cold ground sent a stabbing sensation down any living creature that dared to dishonour it. Whistled the mysterious glow shone, the dark figured silhouettes mimicked the hidden men.

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by Harri Williams

The meeting of the witches Macbeth and Banquo are being chewed by the biting wind. Suddenly, in a flash of lightning, three ropey tatty figures appeared in front of the strong warrior’s, the two warrior’s had puzzled faces and then Macbeth spoke “Who are you, speak if you can”. Then they all raised their hand and screamed at the top of their croaky voices “All hail Macbeth! Hail to thee thane of Glamis” “Hail thee thane of Cawdor” “All hail Macbeth who shall be king”. Then suddenly quieter than time they disappeared. “Whom were they?” snorted Macbeth  “Mad people” laughed Macbeth slightly shook at the encounter.

Looking for the gold undercover of the shadows I make my escape and creep down the dark musty alleyway. Suddenly I stop at the horrifying sound of clunking boots… Clunking like a robot being commanded. The lights ahead flickered like fireflies under a tree of solemn. I closely observe the men as they trudged down the stony, cobbled street.  All of a sudden I see them… The pouches of gold on the back of the men’s belts… My hope is like a fragile seed but I wouldn’t give up.

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by Poppy Salter

Let us tell an old story anew, and let us see how well you know it. It began long ago in the time of dragons and dark creatures, fairies and elves was an island near china with a vast growing jungle in the centre filled with nymphs and dryads and a beautiful oasis with a crystal clear river and all manner of plants and trees . sounding the jungle was a beach and then the ocean.

The family that lived there had arrived there when there ship sank a bit out to sea. They made there home from parts  of the ship they could get the  family were all great wizards .There two daughters were called Red and Tiegan who were also given one power Red  was given the power of animals see could talk and summon every animal on earth see always wore a necklace with a wooden egg on it would be were all the animals she summoned came from seeing as she has spent her life on this island there were still some animals she did not know still.

Tiegan’s power was the elements…

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by Matthew Keenan

Hidden deep in the rolling hills and vast valleys of extravagant China, lay the small village of Romash; a civilisation run completely on home-grown crops and freshly bred animals’ meat. Among many other young children in the village, Ying-Yang was no different to the rest of them. She followed the wise village elder, Yach, contently, and dwelled in Romash happily. Until, one day, a titanic troll made its home in the lush forest next to the village…

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The arrival of this unknown stranger has sent our island folk into whirling spirals of arguing and disagreement with each other. Even the wise island elders cannot come to a decision! Some argue that the man could open islanders’ eyes to other creative and exciting ways of living. Others, though, argue that the man would massacre everyone if he had the chance. This discussion will show points for and against this ‘bag of bones’, using evidence from recent discoveries and assumptions of his past and future.

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Lady Macbeth moved closer to Macbeth, her fierce breath curling up his nostrils and pounding the back of his throat “Kill King Duncan while he sleeps” she demanded in a low but thorough voice. “No!” Macbeth cried in horror. “I will never commit murder and treason!”                                                                      “I will put a teaspoon of sleeping potion in a jug of wine and take it up to the guards.” She said, ignoring him. “They will sleep like babies.”

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by Freddie Howells

The shrieking song of the birds ran through the clock. The sky was black! A dusty, dark, damp smell screamed through the buildings. The clock turned to reveal his fate. Through the silhouette of the misty town. I felt the sharp stab of lightning, thunder as loud as hell.

Macbeth climbed out of bed. I remembered the voices which were like rusty wheezing kettles that rattled in the ghostly wind, screaming ‘you will be king!’ He creped down the groaning stairs (which seemed to last forever). The stars cried red tears as the blade sliced through King Duncan’s life, blood oozing from the knife’s blade. The clock stopped.

Macbeth crept back down to the hall and whispered “I have done the deed.”

But she was not satisfied.

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by Jacob Mills

I stumble, two blue and brown figures walk slowly ahead, the wallets, shiny silver gave me a shiver down my creaked back. I walked vigilantly closer and closer. As a closer I came the beautiful path to golden galleons and rigged ships that sparkle a golden yellow in the dawn of day and light the carcass of diamond blue. The emerald sea was yet to be sighted along with the array of fish

The ruby red sun smiled with light, twas starting to come in reach.

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THE GREAT IRON HORSE                                 

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by Jack Stockton

The great iron horse stormed across the vast landscape of the sky blue ocean creating tiny ripples shaking the sea. The old man looked up to see the vast creature he had once squished regaining its strength and searching for shelter. The old frightened man looked behind to see the bright blinding light had turned into a dark death-defying space lit up by beautiful wondering stars. The iron horse moved closer 4 miles 3 miles 2.

Meanwhile the bloody man desperately searching for shelter in the abandoned desert with no one to care! Nothing but etched stone caves full of jet black bats attached to stalactites like a rocket aiming for death! A very bud scratching as if nails on a chock board defending all the young scared cabin crew, then a grey hole appeared almost like sink hole opened and broke its way through the dunes of death ;sand. Whilst two miles away a blood red creature creeps closer through the brown/orange dunes in the sand covered by whispering bushes in the wind.

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by William Gladson

Silent whispers echoed through the sturdy soldiers. Lightening lashed down at the metal buildings, the dimly lit lights flickered like a candle yet had enough light to reveal the corpses after a disastrous gun fight. The soldiers swaggered easily staring at the dark, misty soot that wafted up into the air.

Rats whimpered and scuttled to the rusty sewer pipers as though it was a race. I stopped staring at this ominous sight and slowly crept away I stared at my scars and I slowly slithered away. I thought was safe! Yet I heard a bang which sounded like a cannon.

I scuttled back a spider I could smell soot and coal filtering the air I took cover behind a box it was .large and scaly so I knew I had a chance to escape, with cover .I peeked down the stairs my mind slowly cranking into gear, I could see 2 silhouettes chatting to each other I knew I could escape.

I quickly lifted myself up and crept away like  a panther, my mind trying to cool me down I leaped through an open window, my mind racing quickly  I then realized there was nothing to stop my fall then I saw  a tarp and quickly landed I looked up at the at the sleepy house.

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by Harley Brake

As thunder rolled overhead and rain lashed down I could barely see through the fog and mist that coated the dirty, Bermudan sea. I tried to find some land but all I could see was old shipwrecks the colourless sky started to cry. It was freezing, possibly as cold as the arctic but I had to keep going…

The jewel covered, gold smothered, underwater city of Aquainia is situated in the Australian waters and surrounded by mythical creatures such as the kraken. The most feared of all is the Jubawoka, the man eating cross between an octopus and dragon that has not been slain although hundreds of people have tried.

The scorpion flew through the dusty sky and then with a clunk landed on the great iron pathway quicker than light the great iron horse clattered along the pathway then within the blink of an eye it was gone! I got back in my car and followed. When I got there what did I see…