One year a special caterpillar went around Australia and the caterpillar’s name was Henry. Henry had special powers and his special power was changing colours, so he could turn purple, red and lots more. At the very last river, Henry met a frog jumping across the gold coins floating on the water, who said, “You can’t cross until you do something special for me.” Henry’s mind lit up and he said, “I’ll let you see me change colours,” and the frog loved that idea. Henry’s trip around Australia was good and he loved meeting a new frog friend.
Georgia, aged 9
Once upon an enduring amount of time, there lived a dragon in the mystical blue forest. The dragon lazed on his leafy bed and wrote books for himself to read, about mythical creatures like poor orphans. One day a miracle happened when an editor came into the aqua forest looking for a new author to turn famous and rich. Now the dragon was a popular story writer but was always under pressure to produce a new book every year. One year the dragon wrote a strange story about a dragon who wanted to be an author.
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.
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.
This morning, my friend, Jonah, who is eight year’s old, like me, shot a nerf-bullet to get his mate’s attention in the wood-house. They were both at Jonah’s family’s Californian farmhouse, just beside the magic tree. The bullet hit the magic tree in the face just as it was waking up and that hurt it a lot and it caused the tree to fall. The tree dragged itself up and then whacked the old wood-house into lots of bits of wood until the barn didn’t exist anymore. Jonah and his mate called 000 and the ambulance took them to the hospital.
After Green Devil found the key to the Witherdragon portal, he jumped through it, where he saw four large poles with beacons flashing red. Green Devil was a big, angry devil who could stand until his enemy was dead. In the floating world, knights that could teleport waited to attack whoever entered their world so when Green Devil entered, he dug a hole to hide in. He dug so far that when he got to the centre of the floating world, he collected a crystal that looked like an egg. He threw the crystal to the beacons and it exploded and all the knights fell into the hole.
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