Grandma’s Visit
This morning before breakfast, on the top of the hill where Lucy lived, everyone was getting ready for Grandma’s visit. Lucy loved Grandma because she was very talented, and she could grow a tree into a tyre and juggle eggs without breaking them. As soon as Grandma arrived, she snapped her fingers and turned the teapot into a cat. Then, suddenly, the cat turned into a bird and flew around the house, knocking over the vase full of Lucy’s favourite flowers. It was always like this when Grandma visited.
Amy, aged 10.
One kid called Danoah was all alone in a mysterious dark place. He saw zombies roaming towards him and the sound was like this: brrrrr. He ran as fast as he could, and then he saw a warrior and the warrior saved Danoah by chasing away the zombies with his enchanted diamond sword. Danoah went on his way and climbed the ladder to heaven and asked the Shining Spirit, “Why did you make all the zombies?” The Shining One said “you must not take the mysterious dark path again.
It was Christmas Eve long ago, in a warm, little cottage with a yellow door, where a little girl named Emily was wrapping gifts for her friends and family. She was a kind girl with long, brown locks and shiny, blue eyes, just like her mum. When she woke in the morning, she ran downstairs to open her presents but when she ran to the Christmas tree, there were none. She heard a loud snoring noise coming from the other side of the room and there was a guy with a big, white, fluffy beard and, right next to him was a sack full of presents. She shook Santa awake and he gave her a present in the warm, cosy cottage with a yellow door.
One Christmas Eve one thousand years ago, in the workhouse where the elves were making sure all the presents were working, a reindeer named Kyle was humming to himself while watching the elves work. He was unhappy because Santa didn’t choose him to lead the sleigh. As he went looking for Santa, he ran into another reindeer who told him to go away. It all got better for Kyle when Mrs Clause heard him singing and told him how special he was. That Christmas Eve was one that Kyle would never forget.
On Christmas Eve, the McDermids decided to go to the shopping centre to buy presents. They already knew what they wanted to buy from watching television. Mr. and Mrs. McDermid saw Santa at the shopping centre and pointed, but the children thought he was a scary clown. They wanted to go straight home and that night, when they should have been asleep, the children got up to wait for Santa. It was the scary clown who came down the chimney with some presents.
Only on dark nights when there is no moon, from a big house in the city, the ginger and black cat leaves to go out adventuring. She is small, friendly and adventurous. She goes, with her friends, to an underground river where there is a little house that is full of woolly pink balls and cat food that tastes like marshmallows. They play for three hours, eat for one hour and then they sleep until they wake up. On dark nights the cat goes home and then she goes to sleep.
Neither my brother nor I know anything about the mystery of the ghost on the hill. Last night under a big fat moon, Taj and I were climbing up the slope when we heard a quiet, low-pitched, short moan that sounded like me when I see a spider. We both screamed and Taj ran over the hill and I ran down the valley towards the creek where the fish were slipping and sliding as if they were about to die with me. Something white and weirdly-shaped ran straight at me and pushed me into the slimy water of the slippery creek and I screamed, “help me, Taj!”. The light was just the fat moon and Taj was laughing at me.
Once upon a time, a little boy named Ethan lived in a very nice neighbourhood, in a very nice house but the people who were raising him were very, very horrible and selfish. Even though they were fat and rich, his punishment was so cruel that they locked him up in the cellar for most of the day and while his mother and father were upstairs eating fudge and custard, Ethan was living on the mould and bacteria off the walls. One night, he heard squeaking and it sounded like a million mice and he was certain because he could smell rat droppings as well. Little tiny mice were chewing the wall and Ethan was happy to see daylight because the wall had disintegrated. Ethan got out and found a new home to live in with nice people.
One day, I fondled the ground and it was hot and dry and so I slithered into a deep, dark hole. I felt uncomfortable with the dirt and the rocks on my face. Soon, I detected vibrations that shook the forest and me hard. I recognised that there was something big out there, something that thought that snakes are yummy. The shadow, as big as a person, chucked a spear at me but I struck out at the shadow and chomped the person on his leg. I slithered out of the deep, dark hole and scrambled into a cool, soft hole.
One night I left the stove on at my stinky house and I was woken by the unfamiliar smell of fire and hoary rubbish that I left on the table. By the time I got to the kitchen, I smelt the fire cooking a stale apple core and a decayed banana peel that smelt gross, and the dog food that smelt nice. The fireman said, ‘’You smell like you haven’t had a bath for 6 months!” and I said, “That’s true”. He sprayed rusty water on me with his big water hose until I smelt as lovely as a rose. While the fire brigade was busy washing me, my house was busy turning into a vessel of lovely ashes.
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