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…
 

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.

 

 

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. 

       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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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.”

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…                 

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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