Cyrus
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Thursday 9 November 2017
Monday 6 November 2017
Tuesday 6 September 2016
(100 WC) Cream...
I woke up with cream on my face. My sister came into my room, barely keeping herself from laughing.
I’d started screaming at her. Which only made my day worse, because Mum came in and, put us both in trouble. My sister acted as if she was innocent. I wiped the cream off my face and threw it at my sister.
I proceeded to get dressed, but I couldn’t find my clothes, so I was also now late, and when I was finally ready I’d missed the bus!
And when I finally got to school I’d forgot my lunch! I thought “Well… What a start.”
Thursday 28 July 2016
A Man's best friend... 100WC
Part One: Shipwrecked
Ryan stumbled away from his shipwrecked crew, deeper into the dark, gloomy, forest hoping to find help on the unknown crash site.
It’d been roughly 14 minutes since Ryan started exploring the place, he’d found no life whatsoever, but, he’d found a very oddly shaped cave for shelter.
Ryan headed back to the crew to bring them there. It was a long way, but they eventually got there. The crew walked in, not saying a word about how eerie it was.
But then something happened…
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Part Two: The Attack
There were three dim flashes of grey, and the red substance known as blood, spilled out to the floor creating a puddle, it was the blood of his now dead crew. Frozen in terror he fell to the ground on his knees, and let out a very questionable scream.
Monday 4 July 2016
Explosions Are Cool
Explosions are cool
2025, January 1/1.1.25
“Well, well, well, whadda we have here?” Rasped Dawn. shade bull.
“None of your business, Shade bull” Replied Arix. Drake.
“SHUT UP, We’re all here now because of you, Nuker!”
Might as well show y’all, how this happened…
Sirens set, Elmo Jacks ran out of sight with bags, of mulla! “I’m, I mean, we’re rich!” Said Elmo Jacks.
PEEEWWWWWW! “CRAP!” Yelled Elmo jacks, dropping. “Told you not to steal from the bank!” Shot Arix. Drake.
“JUST DO SOMETHING!!”
“All I’ve got is Vex’s nuke!”
“Well set it to the bank, where the cops are! Seriously I’ve just been shot!”
“Gonna regret this…” Arix. Drake said, closing his eyes and setting the nuke…
Boom! Debris shot, from area to area.
“Uhh, Elmo?” Gasped Arix. Drake, looking around the dusty plains.
And now we the survivors, are here, at the dusty plains of dirt, we call, The outlands.
And the moral of the story is, explosions are cool, and Arix. Drake and Elmo. Jacks are a bunch of idiots...
Wednesday 29 June 2016
Thursday 26 May 2016
The Threddoor
The 3Door
By Cyrus
You walk into your new mansion, the mansion is quite big, in fact huge, bigger than you’ve ever seen, you’re amazed. You walk in the door, it slamming behind you creepily. Besides that you see three different doors.
You decide on the middle door, you open it slightly just peeking. It seems quite boring, all there is, is a TV and Couch, you sit down on the couch see what’s on TV.
You just regretted that decision.
The door slams, you start panicking, then you see the TV turn on, a hand reaches out and tries to grab you, failing it squeals in anger, it’s a banshee! You scream. You start panicking even more, it’s screams are so loud your eyes and ears start bleeding, you think you're in enough misery well you were, but it got worse, you started seeing things scarier than you could ever imagine, blood was everywhere. Then the room turned dark, another door appeared, everything was back to normal, apart from you still being in this wretched place. But anyways you have to carry on to the next room, for it’s your only option.
You find yourself on a cruise ship. Amazing! You think. You see a Pool, Hydroslide, Diving board, Spa a Cinema and far more! Heaven. You think.
But your Heaven just turned to, Hell!
The day turned to night, the waters turned to venomous snakes, the movies were set to flare. And Before you could even think about screaming, the people that once roamed, this marvelous ship, grew gruesomely into clowns. Suddenly the white, pupiless eyes, of the clowns bloomed black, with red pupils. The blunt, well cleaned teeth, of the clowns began rotting and sharpening out of the abyss.
After several minutes of nothing, A knife came to your torso, tearing it open. You clutch the long cut, dripping puddles of rich, deep, red blood, frozen in horror and agony, you walk backwards hoping you’d avoid what’s to come. But instead, you fall into an endless, abyss of water.
You find yourself stranded on an unknown island, your cut still burning, rubbed with sand and water, you walk, to absolutely nowhere.
It had to be about a week, since you were stranded. And finally, someone, something had come. “Whh, Whh, Whhaat,” You said in a mumble, “What!?” You yell in a zap, “What’s that?” You yell examining a small motorboat, with a strange looking thing aboard, which was nothing whatsoever resembling a Human.
“Woof, woof!” Barked a dog aboard gleefully.
“Huh? Scruffy!?” You said examining the small dog you new, Scruffy.
“Come here, boy!” You said gleefully, reuniting with your passed dog.
“Okay then” It said, shooting like a bullet towards you, then devouring you.
“Noooo! What, another door? Uhhh…” you said walking inside the door.
Wednesday 23 March 2016
Grandparent's Writing.
My Nana is weird in ways because she watches cooking, even though she hates it, yet she cooks more than three times a day!
My Nan’s skin is so dry, it’s literally dryer than a desert . My Nan’s skin is also quite baggy and wrinkled
She smells of dust, grapes, cherries and coffee
My Nana is always quite cheerful and happy. Every time we go to the shops she gives us money even though I never asked for it or wanted it. Most of the time it’s because my sister begs for the money, sometimes it’s because my Nan was feeling generous or had extra change. So that’s the other reason. My Nana also looks after wild Pukekos, Ducks and Cats.
My Nan’s skin is so dry, it’s literally dryer than a desert . My Nan’s skin is also quite baggy and wrinkled
She smells of dust, grapes, cherries and coffee
My Nana is always quite cheerful and happy. Every time we go to the shops she gives us money even though I never asked for it or wanted it. Most of the time it’s because my sister begs for the money, sometimes it’s because my Nan was feeling generous or had extra change. So that’s the other reason. My Nana also looks after wild Pukekos, Ducks and Cats.
Tuesday 22 March 2016
Tuesday 1 December 2015
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