Saturday, June 11, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
The Day People Saw Ghosts
One day in 1873, a family moved in to an old house. They moved in and unpacked their stuff. The old owner, Kyle, said, "This place is haunted."
The new owner asked, "Why?"
Kyle saw the sink was broken. Kyle ran away and died the next day.
The owner went back inside and fixed the sink.
The ghost of Kyle same to the house and wrecked it.
After that the owner came and saw what happened. He saw a ghost and he hit the ghost with a broom until the ghost of Kyle left.
So from that day on, people believed in ghosts.
by Abdul
The new owner asked, "Why?"
Kyle saw the sink was broken. Kyle ran away and died the next day.
The owner went back inside and fixed the sink.
The ghost of Kyle same to the house and wrecked it.
After that the owner came and saw what happened. He saw a ghost and he hit the ghost with a broom until the ghost of Kyle left.
So from that day on, people believed in ghosts.
by Abdul
Wait For a Dolphin
Dolphins are always happy,
Opening their fins which are flappy.
Laughing with squeals,
Predicting what they feel.
Hey, I'm sure they'd like to meet you.
I'm sure they will, but they need to eat.
Need of baby dolphins is milk.
So, they feel like silk.
by Maryam and Jade
Opening their fins which are flappy.
Laughing with squeals,
Predicting what they feel.
Hey, I'm sure they'd like to meet you.
I'm sure they will, but they need to eat.
Need of baby dolphins is milk.
So, they feel like silk.
by Maryam and Jade
Love
Love from above was sent down by a white loving dove.
Love covers your heart like a big glove.
Love is a heart warming feeling.
Love is so precious it makes you feel like kneeling.
A sweet sensation in your heart is love.
If you don't have love you might want to shove.
A feeling that's precious, so delicate and pretty.
If you don't have love everyone will say 'What a pity".
Love is often presented with a heart.
With love in your heart you can never part.
Everyone needs love sometime or later.
To get love you don't need a caterer.
Red and pink are usually the colours that represent love,
Though sometimes the colour is white like the dove.
Love is so special, I can't express that enough.
We all need love for otherwise life is tough.
by Emma
Love covers your heart like a big glove.
Love is a heart warming feeling.
Love is so precious it makes you feel like kneeling.
A sweet sensation in your heart is love.
If you don't have love you might want to shove.
A feeling that's precious, so delicate and pretty.
If you don't have love everyone will say 'What a pity".
Love is often presented with a heart.
With love in your heart you can never part.
Everyone needs love sometime or later.
To get love you don't need a caterer.
Red and pink are usually the colours that represent love,
Though sometimes the colour is white like the dove.
Love is so special, I can't express that enough.
We all need love for otherwise life is tough.
by Emma
Bloodthirsty Man
Animals yelp in agonising pain,
Yet the butcher goes on.
Lands once untouched now filled with such filth,
Yet the butcher goes on.
Trees stood up tall, now chopped in half,
Yet the butcher goes on.
Oceans were so sparkly, now so grey and murky,
Yet the butcher goes on.
So stop now. There will be nothing left.
Will there be water left for your childre?
Do you want the butcher to go on?
by Rachel
Yet the butcher goes on.
Lands once untouched now filled with such filth,
Yet the butcher goes on.
Trees stood up tall, now chopped in half,
Yet the butcher goes on.
Oceans were so sparkly, now so grey and murky,
Yet the butcher goes on.
So stop now. There will be nothing left.
Will there be water left for your childre?
Do you want the butcher to go on?
by Rachel
Monday, April 11, 2011
Galloping over the hills,
the child watched from the window sill.
The horses neighed and tossed their heads
and the other child jumped out of bed.
"I want to ride with them, all over the ranch,"
the one child said still in a trance.
"I want my own horse, to groom and to ride,"
the other child said, her head to one side.
"You'll have a horse someday, you two girls,"
their mother said, patting their curls.
"I want one now, so I can watch it grow,"
the children said, imagining so.
by Emma
the child watched from the window sill.
The horses neighed and tossed their heads
and the other child jumped out of bed.
"I want to ride with them, all over the ranch,"
the one child said still in a trance.
"I want my own horse, to groom and to ride,"
the other child said, her head to one side.
"You'll have a horse someday, you two girls,"
their mother said, patting their curls.
"I want one now, so I can watch it grow,"
the children said, imagining so.
by Emma
Monday, April 4, 2011
Mr Chimper was a tiny, hairy man. Not a man actually. He was a gorilla. A genius by gorilla standards.
The gorilla wore an unconvincing disguise; shades that covered his tiny face, and a coat that covered his body, legs included. So he passed as a miniature chimp in kindergarten. But he was not in kindergarten unless kindergarteners could steal the Crown Jewels of England, amazingly bankrupt a billionaire and steal a wallet without touching it. He was anything but a kindergartener. He was a criminal. A very dangerous one. And now he is up to his most infamous scheme yet.
It was a dark night. Nobody paid attention to the tiny figure creeping past them. Chimper smiled while going through his plans for the tenth time. Plans that would help him become the President of the United States of America. Once he had the limitless power of the president, he would make all monkeys VICs (Very Important Chimps).
So his plans were simple but effective. He took a banana and ate it. Then he ate another. Then he ate two more. Immediately they stuck firmly onto his hands and feet. Chimper grinned admiring these gadgets he had pinched during his visit to MI6 (Monkey Intelligence 6). The inner part of the peel had suction holes so he could climb with ease.
He stole a car and parked it across the gigantic mansion that humans called the 'White House'. A security guard who stood with a machine gun, stood forward to stop him. Chimper knocked out the guard and climbed right up into the president's window. The tiny chimp grabbed the window with his bananas.
Then he sucked his thumb and the spit dried on his thumb harder than any diamond. The bullet proof glass cut through like paper. Now there was nothing that stood between the snoring president and the insane monkey.
Chimper took out a vial of liquid and poured a drop into the president's mouth, wide open and snoring. Tomorrow the presidant would make an important speech.
And what would they see?
Would they see a leader worthy to rule America? Or would they see a fat, hairy gorilla?
by Karrthik
The gorilla wore an unconvincing disguise; shades that covered his tiny face, and a coat that covered his body, legs included. So he passed as a miniature chimp in kindergarten. But he was not in kindergarten unless kindergarteners could steal the Crown Jewels of England, amazingly bankrupt a billionaire and steal a wallet without touching it. He was anything but a kindergartener. He was a criminal. A very dangerous one. And now he is up to his most infamous scheme yet.
It was a dark night. Nobody paid attention to the tiny figure creeping past them. Chimper smiled while going through his plans for the tenth time. Plans that would help him become the President of the United States of America. Once he had the limitless power of the president, he would make all monkeys VICs (Very Important Chimps).
So his plans were simple but effective. He took a banana and ate it. Then he ate another. Then he ate two more. Immediately they stuck firmly onto his hands and feet. Chimper grinned admiring these gadgets he had pinched during his visit to MI6 (Monkey Intelligence 6). The inner part of the peel had suction holes so he could climb with ease.
He stole a car and parked it across the gigantic mansion that humans called the 'White House'. A security guard who stood with a machine gun, stood forward to stop him. Chimper knocked out the guard and climbed right up into the president's window. The tiny chimp grabbed the window with his bananas.
Then he sucked his thumb and the spit dried on his thumb harder than any diamond. The bullet proof glass cut through like paper. Now there was nothing that stood between the snoring president and the insane monkey.
Chimper took out a vial of liquid and poured a drop into the president's mouth, wide open and snoring. Tomorrow the presidant would make an important speech.
And what would they see?
Would they see a leader worthy to rule America? Or would they see a fat, hairy gorilla?
by Karrthik
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