One night there were two boys. They were mean. ‘Let’s ring Mr. Patrick’s house and run away OK,’ they said. They went up and waited. The door was a bit open.
‘Want to go in?’
‘No way, but I had to see what was inside,’ I said.
He said, ‘no that’s someone’s house.’
‘Fine you’re just scared, I am going in.’
I went in. ‘Wow! This is scary I will just leave instead.’
SLAM! ‘Oh no!’
A loud voice said, ‘who are you?’ There was an open window I escaped and never went back.
The sea police were going through their land. Their boat was a monstrosity so were their uniforms they were so old, older than Santa. They were in the sea and saw other boats and went over to them. When they got near the other boats they floated away from them. ‘Get them! They could be miscreants,’ the captain shouted. They chased them and when they caught up they blasted a cannon ball. Their ship exploded! ‘Yes, its our chance to get them. Attack!!!’ It was a hard battle. We won in the end. What a day!
I am here again in my lonely bed room. The grass is green but the apples are bruised.
So boring I just have my violin to play, I wish I was in a desert trying to survive. That would be cool. But, I would not be able to run with the lack of food and drink, I would have to walk. I walked out of my room feeling sad.
‘Mam life is so boring in lock down.
My mam said prickly, ‘deal with it!’
‘Aargh!’ I said, ‘I hate this, why can’t it end? I am just going to sleep.’
I want to collapse.
Ones upon a time. There was a farmer. There was an old road. He was walking down it. Just one lonely farmer, he didn’t like it. One day he was going to the shop to get some fruit. He was on his bike. When he got there he saw a fire oh no he gasped in shock. He got out of their fast. When he got out he rang the fire department. After he called he went to a different shop on his bike he got fruit and left. When he was coming home he looked if he got the right fruit but he crashed in a hay bale.