Tentatively, a symmetrical ladybird wandered its way down a moon-lit feather, which tickled the azure inky-blue waters edge. Rose – coloured wings dotted with black pimple elegantly swayed in the wind; it was beautiful.
Frizzy parts of the feather whispers within winter’s crispy chill, velvet purple and ebony indigo contrasts beneath the creature’s miniscule feet.
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The silky-red ladybird, who needed a rest from flying in the evening sky, landed on a feather as soft as a cloud made of cotton-candy. She slowly scuttled along as the strands of the icy-cold feather parted.
As the feather gracefully on the rippling waters edge, the two-spotted ladybird opened her small but delicate wings and flew into the night. The spots of white in the black: lit up the ladybirds branched wings. Flying back to the garden all of the mischievous mini-beasts greeted her. Bravely, the knight with his shiny armour gassed over the tall cliff top. The knight sat on his fearsome horse, waiting for its pray to appear on the ground. Suddenly he heard a loud Roar …. He looked around him, thinking to himself a roar that big must be a fearsome evil creature.
Just then, the knight went to go and get some help on the way he started shouting “help there’s some monsters by the cliff.” No one came. He went to the village to have a look, no-one was there. He went back to the cliff everyone was there fighting the evil monsters. The knight whipped his horse and off he went, down and tried to hurt the monsters. He pulled out his trusty old sword and chased the monsters away. All of the village people followed behind him. But just then, the monsters left immediately, and the village people went back home. Ships passing, people dying, towns being destroyed; eye to eye they stopped and glared. The heroic knight in shining armour with his trusty steed was in horror. “Surrender or die puny human!” the metallic beast boomed across the land.
Shouting at the top of his lungs the knight replied with “You foul beast shall never prevail!” The deafening silence was uncomfortable. Finally the knight gazed away. As the beautiful two-year-old lady bird meandered over the snow like feather, she saw the icy-blue water. She tentatively lifted off the cloud like feather. Then drifting back down, barley missing the feather, she tried one last time she accidentally hovered too much to the left and she was now heading for the velvety purple sky.
It was too late! She could not develop the skill off flying, suddenly, she was drifting back to the icy feather until she was interrupted by a harsh blow of the wind. Now she was heading away from the scarlet sky she was now in ebony sky. Then she beautifully flapped her wings and took off in the midnight sky. A mythical storm blew up - BANG! The lightning grew stronger; the thunder grew louder. In the misty darkness, a dark blue figure stopped with a key half hanging out of its mouth.
It looked like it was sending a message, it was just sitting on the modern clock, and it looked like a dinner clock. It was just lying in a pile of leaves. Angrily, the wood giant rose out of the ground as the air ships flew by. The hills covered the land while trees roamed on top. The small, thin grass waved in the wind as a black knight on a stallion came hurtling to a cliff.
Quickly, the giant stared him in the land bellowed “What have you done to this land.” The knight just raised his flag up for war with no care at all. The guardians didn’t want war as they protected this land. Suddenly, the giant raised his hand and threw a tree with bravery… it then hit the cliff and made a giant wall of roots so the knight was pushed back. The bomb ships then carried on their flight to the Netherlands as the giants crawled back under ground to find the portal to Narnia. Brushing and banging, the lonely pensioner digs through the rusted bronze cans. Wheeling her uncontrollable trolley along the trail of rusty junk she spots a grim grey golf bag. Peering around like a scavenging fox, she found a circle rim with four doves on it; it made her heart thud with happiness.
The old frail woman – who kept searching and searching – found a rusted car that looked like it had been used for centuries until it got dumped in the unforgiving scrapyard. The old woman carefully climbed into the rusted car when all of a sudden she saw a glow: a glow she thought she would never see. It was a diamond ring with a gold rim that was worth millions of pounds. As the ladybird carefully walked across the feather: the soft strands felt like snow beneath her feet. Her shining scarlet back, which had to jet-black spots on it, made a big contrast to the pale blue of the water below the feather.
The sky was turning from indigo to violet. The strands of the feather where pink at the back. She peered into the water below; all she could see was herself staring back at her. Prince Charming- the finest knight in all the land- clutched his deathly sickle, poised on the saddle (of his trusty stead) and roared the battle-cry of Oder foot.
The Gargantuan, monstrous guardians that guard the under lands, heard the cry from mile away, with their acute ears, and gazed into the fiery eyes of the prince. “Surrender yourself, you know you are outnumbered!” It roared, untroubled he replied with: “Thy is not worried, because I have the sickle of death!” He bellowed…. |
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