Back in the year of 2012 there was a town (that is now extinct) called Southstead. In South stead there lived a special young boy called Tom. Tom lived in an ordinary yellow house surrounded by others that were all sorts of bright colours; except for one. The house opposite his was an ancient, decaying wreck called Blenty Estate. Everyone avoids this house because: A) the building had a putrid scent of rotting flesh coming from it. B) Sometimes at night peculiar sounds were heard from the building that drove most visitors away. Apart from tom. In fact tom was so drawn to the estate that he plane to explore that very night.
It was midnight. At last! Tom could finally begin his risky adventure. He clambered out of his window, jumped of his roof and sauntered over to the house feeling brave. Then he stopped. Should he continue? “Why not?” Thought tom carrying on to the door. Instantly the reek of rotting animals whipped his plump cheeks. He went inside despite the silent warnings from the night sky. Tom wandered over to a glass cabinet inside the Estate and observed the singular trophy in it. He needed a closer inspection. As he went to undo the clasp he was plummeted down into darkness. Further and further he went until he landed painfully on his back in a dark room. Suddenly the lights went on. Tom’s head felt fuzzy. He looked around, rubbed his eyes and stared frozen in utter horror. He was surrounded by meagre, shiny gumballs that were as blue as the ocean and as red as the sun’s molten core. He sat up slowly, his 4 foot body quivering like the puny trees that cowered at the front of my home. As he mournfully reminisced his family he braced for sudden death. Then he stopped. His favourite song was playing! By the time he stood up all of the tiny bead-like creatures were dancing merrily around a boom box. After 2 rounds of the Macarena tom stopped still. All of the gumballs had stopped too. He hiccupped. Oh no. they didn’t seem to take kindly to that! One of the gumballs screeched some strange words and immediately they all started morphing into…A GIANT-BOY-EATING-SLUG?!?!? In a flash poor tom was (once again) put into darkness. Tom awoke. Where was he!? The young boy started feeling around his surroundings. Oh no. very on no. tom knew what happened. He had just been swallowed by a Giant-Boy-Eating-Slug. Great. Luckily Tom was 8 and instantly knew how to get out. Yep. It was the only way… By Portia
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Mrs Hough
3/3/2017 11:42:23 pm
Great story Portia. Some lovely language used too.
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