As darkness deepens, the scrapyard whines and groans like a human in distress. All around her, a vibration of creatures awake; chattering of tins and fuzzed batteries.
Rattling and clattering echoed around the deep vast valleys as the refuge quickly plucked some oddments. Reluctantly, the old pensioner plunged her putrid dirty hand into a mouldy box and a golden umbrella filled with shoe-box-sized holes met her arms. Frantically, a two-wheeled decaying trolley was wheeled sharply round a corner spotting an abandoned golf bag and some lonely golf clubs. A deafening silence embraced her as a vague silhouette casted over the scrapheap. Cautiously glancing into the corner, a car revealed itself. She stumbled over into the car; muttering under her breath; the seat dramatically collapsed. Earlier today, when she was fidgeting in the car, the elderly grandma searched without a break; she stumbled on a grim box with a beautiful clear diamond ring inside. Her heart warmed with creativity as the desperate advanced in year’s woman slowly staggered back to her cardboard house: it wasn’t waterproof. Gradually her trolley being lugged behind her- full to the brim. Successfully, the elegant lady-once she was inside (shaking wildly) started work. She was very industry as the lady the lady placed decorations neatly around the ramshackle tent-like-house. “Where should I put this?” she whispered calmly. At last, lazily sitting down, the cheerful Lady brightly gazed at her marvellous creation ‘a paradise’ she merrily thought to herself. Gleaming magically, a diamonds light sparkled like the jet-black-night sky starry sky around the luscious warm colours of the room. A weak candle flickered, unexpectedly filling warmth into the room. The umbrella gave a little shade. Her eyes glowed with pleasure.
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It was midnight, when the clouds starts to cover the white moon, in the ghastly forest there sits a lonely bleak house where 2 children lived one was an 18 year old girl and a 9 year old boy , they were watching some television . Suddenly a loud bang hit the transparent glass window and clicked open slowly the children were terrified creep gently and cautiously two the window , and saw the black eyed evil raven . It swooped into the room perched on the back sofa , its eyes scanning the grim room ,the raven spies the children.
As the two-dotted , blood red ladybug sat on a pure white dove like feather, the aqua-ice shimmered in the sun light. The ladybug crouched longingly on the feather, gazing at her beautiful red and charcoal reflection; she fluttered, her fragile wings blew the feather a bit waiting for the right time to fly. She looked at the indigo and purple sky behind her watching it go by. The pure white feather gradually got closer and closer to touching the azure ice. The light ladybug weighed down the bright glistening white feather towards the silky smooth ice. At the back of the feather were velvety indigo wispy parts of the perfectly-clean grey and white feather. Frantically, wheeling her bronze, rusty trolley along, the old, wrinkly pensioner unstealthily forced her cluttered, two-wheeled trolley along the indistinct lanes of the abandoned junkyard. She was strolling towards a little tent with a big cardboard opening that swung after you had gone through it. Swinging and swooping, the cardboard door swung as the old lady had made her way through it.
Inside, all that stood there was an ancient, ripped chair and a circular table in the middle of the cramped, small room. On the table was nothing: nothing but a smelling candle that scented and lit up the room. She picked up a can that clanged in her hand and carefully placed it on the flickering candle. In only a matter of seconds, she had plucked up a yellow umbrella as well as slowly hanging it on the ceiling. Spikes were sticking out of it so she hung the three dirty doves from only one piece of flimsy plastic. Next, she put the air tree shaped air-fresheners on the table and clutched the beautiful diamond ring in her hand- she wouldn’t let go! Finally, she hung the lovely ring off a fallen off piece of metal that formed a disco like light that shone all around the room- it was magnificent. The ancient lady’s face beamed that beamed from ear to ear. In amazement, she looked around the room seeing that the shadows had made a winter wonderland! It was a dark cold midnight when the grey clouds covered the blue moon, ravens blanketed the scary, dreary sky and rain flooded an ragged ramshackle where two old ravens lived; every day the two ravens wondered into the ghastly forest to escape the pesky, mean children (so they wouldn’t chase or scare them) in the forest it was dark damp and gargantuan but at night when nobody came the ravens came out and filled the sky.
One of the ravens new an old lady that lived in a decade rotting castle he knew her very well and knew that her husband (a king) passed away 2 years ago since then she has never seen anyone Every night the raven would fly in and land on a rotting pocket watch. He sits there; sitting, waiting for the bleak December to fly past. Her house was amazingly big and warm. TRAPPED. Trapped in the old chambers – a crow was nevermore seen until three nights past when the century old castle couldn’t hold for much longer, one of the hundreds of bricks collapsed leaving a minute hole for the raven to sneakily escape the jaws of this monstrous house. He travelled on, flying and flying past hills galore. There the lost lady was in all her glory perched beside the crystal clear, glass like lake. He sat beside her, and she glanced at him then exclaimed” you came!” she was glad he was not history “would you keep me company forevermore?” Then of he flew into the ghastly woods never to be seen again… 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. 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. |
AuthorChestnut Class is a year 6 class in East Harling Primary School. Although our teacher - Mrs Wills - will be posting our posts; our writing is all our own and will not be corrected by her. Please comment on our posts as we love feedback. Archives
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