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.    

It's all Turned to Custard.

It's all turned to custard, literally. I didn't mean to do it, it just kinda, happened. You see I was at a birthday party and we were having a custard cake, and custard is my weakness, so, BAZAM! Everything, and everyone, turned into custard, and flopped! Now I'm swimming in a pool of custard, trying to think of a way to turn them back.

I should probably tell you how I turned everyone to custard. See I'm part ogre. You're probably wondering why that would turn people to custard, but I'll explain soon. If you look long enough down my family tree, you’d see we were all ogres. For example my great, great grandmother, was completely ogre. Her weakness was apples. Her husband was a human, which is why, as the generations go on, we get less green.

 In the old days, ogres were feared throughout the lands. So feared that a group of wizards got together, and asked the most mighty ogre, what he most desired for him and his people. In return they asked if the ogres could stop eating everything. Including people. The ogre said he wanted everything to become his favorite food, whenever he wanted. The wish was granted. That wish was much loved by all the ogres. Little did they know that every time they saw that food, everything around them would turn into that food.

That's why I'm here, swimming in the delicious custard. I scoop a big dollop of custard onto my finger and let it ooze onto my tongue. I swim to the door and try to wrench it open. It’s stuck. All the custard is sticking to the door. Why is this custard so deliciously gooey?! I start shoving the custard into my face. The custard is creamy, melting into my mouth. I try to open the door again, but it’s still stuck! I swim through the pool of custard, mouth open. I reach the bottom of the door, and start pulling custard from the cracks in the door. It’s no use. More custard keeps pouring in. I swim to the top again and take three deep breaths. I freestyle my way to the stairs. I jump on top of them and start climbing up. Once I get to the top I spot a door. It’s old and wooden. It looks like something from a horror movie. If I was watching this movie, I would be yelling at the T.V to not go through the scary door. It’s the only way.

As I approach the door I start shaking. Ogres have one fear we all share.... Spiders. I touch the door. It’s ice cold. I slowly turn the iron handle. The door creaks open. I think of running back. “I can't,” I mutter to myself. I open the door fully and see an ogres worst nightmare. A Tarantula. I scream and slam the door shut. I sprint back down the stairs and dive into the custard. I slowly emerge from the custard.I know I have to go back up there. I crawl back up the stairs, whimpering. I know it’s up there and there’s nothing I can do about it. In the narrow hallway, I see a metal rod. I grab it and get ready to charge. I smash through the door and jump into the air. I slam the rod onto the tarantula’s head.

I gasp and open my eyes. I am in bed. I’m not an ogre. I’m not swimming in custard. But something is looming above me. I look up and see a giant, gooey, custard monster, I sigh, roll over and go back to sleep.

why do ducks live near water ?#17

  Once upon  a time ducks lived in the forest but with their padad feat it was difficult to run away from predators and with its flat beak it was hard to catch food.

It was very hard living in the forest and the food was horrible.

The only thing it could eat were berries and other kinds of fruit that he could find either on the ground or on low bushes and shrubs .

One day a duck named Quakey , who was fed up with the hard living , met up with a bunch of ducks called : Sammy , Deby , Sunny and Tommy ; they decided thet they wanted to change so they went and tried living in the desert .

But it tourned out to be different to what they had imagined , first of all there wasn't any food or water and it was too hot and second of all there was no shade for them to rest during the day .

So they went and live in the " big city " but even there it wasn't as they wished .

It was loud and messy and it was difficult , almost impossible to sleep at night .

But the most dangerous part was the street , the cars were going to fast and paying no attention to them !!!!!!!

Sammy ,one day , fed up with all of the loud noises told his friends that he had heard of a river near a quiet and peaceful wee town where people went and looked at the fish and occasionally had pick-nicks and played with a ball or just lay on the lovely soft grass .

On he`aring of that wonderful place they all got excited and they couldn't wait to arrive .

When they did , they settled in so quickly that it felt like day one .

They soon became familiar with the people who went near the river and started to feed them bread crumbs and wee worms ; they liked living near water and with their physical attributes it was easier to swim away from predators .

And that is why ducks live near water !