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Who Is The Big Bad Wolf Afraid Of?

I grab my shotgun. The big bad wolf is hunting tonight. The scariest  creature in the world. Fighting my worst fear. I step out of  my cottage, in the middle of the woods. A cold wind brushes against my back. My hair stands up. Who knows what's going to happen tonight. I step forward in the crunchy snow. I hear a rustle and spin around. A bunny jumps out. I keep on walking.

After a while I hear another sound. He's here. I know it. I hear his gullumfing feet patter against the ground. He's running. I turn around and shoot at the trees. It's silent. He knows I'm here too.

I am shaking. Why did I even come here? He takes another step forward. I guess he's trying to be sneaky, but I hear him all the same. I see his silhouette on the white snow. He's about to attack.

He lunges out. He's wearing his big snow hat. His big snow boots. His big snow jacket... My worst fear is him. The human.

I fumble with my shotgun and shoot again. It completely misses. He takes a few steps forward and loads his rifle. I whimper and run up a tree. He shoots the branch as I jump to a new one. I know I have face my fears if I'm going to save my family. I pounce down on top of him. He try's to kick me off but I hold tight. I pull up one arm, ready to strike. He struggles out of my grin and slams my head on the cold snow. Black out.

When I wake up I'm tied to a stick. I hear the human village singing. The men are carrying me to a large stage. As they walk up the steps I see a big pot. It's full of boiling water. I know what's going to happen next. It happened to my great grandfather. The saddest day of my life.

I can't have the same thing happen to me. I bite one of their hands. It drops the stick. The rope loosens. I dart onto the roof of one of their house's. Everyone's screaming. I howl at the moon, and jump down the chimney. There is a wife and children sitting huddled on the couch. The husband runs in the door and huddles the wife and children behind him. It reminds me of my wife and kids when the humans came and stormed our house.

I feel pity and put my hands up. The man holds up his gun and maneouvers me to the door. I open the door slowly and creep out. Every single man has a gun pointed at me. I slowly walk out of the village. As I am walking past the village gates someone drops their gun. It fires, straight at my foot. Was it on purpose?

       The Bumble Bee who Couldn’tFfly. By  Rutendo

New York city not a land far, far away, but still one of the most magical cities in the world. Streets Buzzing with bees and colonies that seem to go on for ever. It’s the type of place where fairy tales seem to be possible, no matter who you are.

This isn’t one of your typical Cinderella story, no pumpkins, no mice, and no cinderella or at least not the one you’re used to. Meet Periwinkle.

She was young when she lost her mum & her wings, leaving her with  Justin Bee-ber her stepfather,and then there are these two Periwinkles stepsisters Fee-Bee and Honey-pie. Who are... how do I say this a bit buzzy in the head.

If I’m gonna let a fairy tale play out here I should probably tell you.Periwinkle has a talent even though she can't fly, collect pollen,and almost everything normal bees can do, she still has a talent which is unusual for a bee.

She didn’t know it then but she was going to change the future as we know it. When she was left at home alone she’d go up into the attic and start inventing.

One day as she was walking through the streets she and Beeritny Spears ran into each other. They had some coffee and talked. Beeritny Spears and Periwinkle felt they connected so much that  Beeritny invited her to a private party at the Richard club.

As they said their goodbyes Periwinkle walked home. On the way  there guess who she ran into..... Her father. He saw the invitation poking out of her bag, grabbed it in a hurry and flew off into the distance.

Periwinkle was so upset she could fly after him... but she had been inventing for years and there was only one way she would get into the party, Using her mechanic wings.

She put the jetwings on flew 30 cm fell and died.THE END. Huh I guess you can't live a fairy tale after all.

“Wait wait this is all wrong,” says the director “lets go from when she gets the wings on. And this time don't die follow the script”

She grabbed her wings flew 30cm when her jetwings abruptly stopped working, luckily the jetpack ran on grass;which she was coincidentally surrounded by.

She arrived at the Richard,outwitted security and just as she was about to approach Beeritny Spears  Honey-pie and Fee-bee approached her and dumped her in a ditch.

This is where I come in. I’m no fairy godmother but I could be the one to open the door of opportunity for her, and by that I mean literally open the door for her to get into the club. Just when all seemed hopeless Optomise Prime and I flew in and took Periwinkle to the club.

There Periwinkle not only found out that her wings were invisible and the most powerful throughout the universe she also found out her mother was still alive. Justin Bee-ber and his children went bankrupt. Periwinkle and her mother Tinkerbell fell happily ever after. The end

“CUT that’s it for the day lets wrap it up” says the director  

The tallest story in the world

“The topic for this week’s story is... “The tallest story in the world.” “Stupid!” Yelled my obnoxious classmate. “Tallest story? What does that mean? Does my story have to be tall? As in literally tall?”

 “Gee that will take a while.” I thought to myself.  I grabbed my pen and felt my chin, pretending I had an invisible beard. As 5 minutes passed the lightbulb I’d been waiting for finally lit up.

You see I went to the USA last year and well strange things started happening. It was an ordinary Friday until 11 PM, the time everything “ordinary” turned to “EXTRA ordinary”... MY MOM TURNED INTO A GIANT PURPLE BLOB WITH TINY GLITTERY EYES! No I’m just kidding that’s not true. But anyway let’s get to the story. I was on my laptop listening to music and shoving food in my mouth. Everything was fine until a knock on the door happened. I thought it was the room service so I opened the door. I didn't peek through the tiny door hole or anything I just opened it. Just when I opened it my jaw dropped. There it was, a humungous turtle skateboarding. I wanted to see if I was dreaming so I told the turtle to slap me and he did. I WOKE UP IN A TINY ROOM FILLED WITH EGGS, I WONDERED WHY THERE WERE EGGS IN MY ROOM, BUT AS I LOOKED AROUND I WAS NOT IN MY ROOM.. I WAS IN THE TURTLE'S ROOM. l looked around and saw the tallest tower made out of pancakes. It was pretty unusual seeing a tall tower made out of pancakes in a tiny turtle house..

Just when I was about to get up I saw the humungous turtle. It was staring into my soul. I got a bit creeped out but it was kinda cute. Suddenly the turtle grabbed my arm and dragged me in a dark dull room.  Before I knew it, the turtle had smacked me so hard that it made me black out. When I woke up I found myself in my hotel room.. There weren't any turtles. Everything was normal..

"THAT IS ABSOLUTELY THE TALLEST STORY EVER SAM WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU" Yelled one of my classmates. I gave them the "It's true?" look.

       It Gave Me the Biggest Fright of My Life!

By Bradley

Slowly I walked through the old, concrete factory; my torch brightly shining on the plain, but green striped walls. I saw something move suddenly; something in a black coat a black trench coat. Something floating, hovering just above ground. It had sunken, dead features. Hollow eyes. Deep sunken cheeks. His hands outstretched towards me. Then more of them, more skeletal frames appeared from around the corners. I backpedalled instinctively, but I backed into one of them. I turned again , this time he made skin contact, I could suddenly feel my soul getting sucked out of me, my very life force.

I was getting weaker and weaker as he sapped and siphoned my strength. I instantly realised I had to fight my way out of the soul suckers. I had to take some rude dudes out;the problem was if I touched them they sucked my soul. I had no ranged weapons and they were closing in, fast, the sunken hollowed people turned into dust. Their bodies turned to grey ashes as cavalry arrived, quite literally, the dead cavalry or undead. They had Onyx black swords at their sides, they probably were Onyx.

In a hard, rusty metallic voice he said “Come with me, if you want to live.” Now that’s a good time for a terminator phrase, as the anorexic hollow dead ghouls closed in, he held his hand out to help me up.

What did I do? I grabbed his sword, turned around and? I... COMPLETELY OWNED the ghouls, one touch of the Onyx blade and they turned to ash with a terrible shriek. “I did not expect that...” He regarded me with a cold smile, the sort you might see a sly trickster do.

He was still one of them. A dead person, but undead, the other cavalry members were still defending. One of them said “Hurry up! We can’t hold them much longer!” I took his hand and he pulled me up onto the horse back. We ran away from that stupid horrible place, ghouls following us I felt the horses strong muscles, it’s fluid running. Time and space bent around us as we ran faster, the wind tugged at me but I held onto the skeletal frame.

“We are here.” He said in that deep metallic voice of his. He pulled me down a dark tunnel. I had passed out from agony of sitting on the horse bareback. I awoke and saw the skeleton peering down at me. I tried to move my arms but they were restrained... by the evil ghouls we fought before in the warehouse. “Let me go!” They let me go. I thought ‘take me to a mirror and a bathroom.’ Somehow they read my mind and did that. I looked in the mirror and looked at the features of my face. I almost screamed and died. I had deep sunken cheeks and dark hollow eyes. My cheekbones were showing and I had bad complexion, completely plain and white. It gave me the biggest fright of my life!   

 

  The Tallest Story In the World

By Bradley

“What a tall story!” Mallory said to me. I ran away as the bell rang and we had to get to class. He was talking  about my essay for homework, the one about the tallest story in the world. I walked towards the school as I was outside. Grey clouds loomed over us. Raindrops splattered on my face as I looked up. I ran inside and went to my Classroom. Naturally I had to hit my head on the entrance well being 2m 51 of course I would. Everyone laughed and teased me about my height all going like “Ha he can't even duck! I wonder how many growth spurts he has had?” Said the rude guy George, I liked to remain anonymous so my parents told the principal I was Jake, not... No I’m not gonna’ tell you because I don’t want to and plus like I said. I want to remain anonymous. Back to the real time story. (Time for tense and character change.)

 I was called up first to read my essay. I stumbled on George’s bag and he laughed at me, of course i scowled at him and I cried because he hurt my knee with a toy arrow Everyone laughed at my ugly horribly red face of pure ugly. I stood up at the front of the class; getting self-conscious and wondering if my butt was too big. If my nose was big and if I was FABULOUS enough and if my face was still ugly as where the sun don’t shine. I started reading my story.

Back in the day when there were dinosaurs roaming around and Cavemen patrolling the earth, there was one person who wasn’t obsessed with clubs (the melee type not the group clubs) and leopard skins. His name was Frankenein, and he loved farming tools, such as the scythe and the hoe and seed silos finally he especially loved the tool called shovel. He picked up his Scythe and started reaping crops. Wheat fell to the ground in dead clumps as he gathered them. He used the hoe on the ground where it was needed and shoveled some dirt and put seeds in the silo, canister thing and went inside to bake the wheat and make bread in the clay furnace. He opened up the clay furnace. ‘What’s a hoodackey doing in there?’ He thought to himself. To moderners like us it would’ve been normal to find a laptop in a house but to him... he didn’t even know what it was. Modern technology intrigued him and his sloped forehead of ultimate ugliness. He touched it carefully, as if it were to explode. He touched it again. This time he opened it and pressed the small button at the top and it turned on the laptop. It made a quick whirring noise as it turned on and he jumped behind his rock bed for cover. He could see lights coming from it and it had some icon in the top left corner and one next to it.

INTERNET EXPLORER.

After hours upon minutes upon seconds upon milliseconds upon nanoseconds upon whatever’s next after picose and yoctoseseconds of exploring how it worked and somehow getting a connection in his clay/mud house he downloaded lots of games. He knew how to type and what the mouse pad did. In the box that came with it there was a, mouse, a router for better connections and a charger. He plugged the charger in random places until he found the right one. He then put the other end into the top of his house and it worked due to the clay being wet and lightning happening later that day.

As the class applauded George booed and threw random bits of spitball and stuff at me. Mrs Bradley told him to get out in the hallway and to stop picking on me. He went outside. Mrs Bradley called him in 5 minutes later and he walked in, hitting his head on the door so hard he made a dent in the wood. “Who’s short now tallie?” he just blushed and went back to his seat and sobbed.