The #life On A Farm (part 1) I fly back and forth on a swing connected to a climbing frame covered in vines and rust. The family dog Jess

Summer The beams of the sun shine down, On the street, on the river, on the town. The children play out doors, Frolicking on the grassy floors. Mums are picking roses, white, pink, and red, Searching for more in the flower bed. The dads are reading books, thin, thick and boring, They shall do this every day, Until the sun goes away.

Hide And Seek Ethel needed somewhere to hide, her needy little sister Edith had insisted on playing hide and seek. If only she could find a hiding place were she could stay and not be found. Checking under the stairs for a decent hiding place, she came across the steel door which they had been told not to go through. She had seen this thousands of times be for but there was something weird about it now, it was swinging slightly. At her touch the door screeched open to revile a wooden flight of stairs that that needed replacing and a small slightly crooked key that was hanging on a rusty metal peg. Just then a smell hit her face like a canon ball hitting a pirate ship. It was the smell of mouldy cheese and Eric's feet (her 15 year old brother). The smell seemed to be snarling trying to frighten her away but Ethel was always up for an adventure. The stairs were steep and made creaking noises at every other step. She came to a door, wooden this time, with claw marks which were dug deep into the driftwood. She plunged her her hand in to her pocket and pulled out the key. Turned it carefully in the lock and opened the door. The smell had changed now. It smelt of whiskers, the cat food that they fed Eddie their cat which she disliked intensely. He was a smudgy yellow colour and nose looked like it had been stepped on but Edith had insisted on keeping it. The room was dark and gloomy. As her eyes adjusted, she made out a sort of kitchen counter with large cupboards. On top of one of the counters a cake lay half eaten. "Yes, cake" Ethel had always been greedy but as much as she ate it wouldn't make a change her slim stomach. "Cat food! Why would someone make a cat food cake," CREAK "Aaaaaa, hello." "Over here," a whisper came from the corner, "Come child," "Who are you?" "Just come," finally, she saw a it ,what ever IT was. It was like a newly born human baby as it was cover in patches of blood, had no hair or clothes. But it was about the size of a three year old and a lot skinnier. "Ever so slightly closer STOP! Perfect your just in the right place for..." he paused "KILL!"

The Mad Story "Quite please, everyone listen up thank you that's better" the class silenced as Mr. Standers started Specking. " I... Yes Charlie, I know it's raining and that does not mean you can go home early, I was going to say the complete opposite you can't get home, if you go out side you'll drown, ow, ow!" Clonk! A crumpled sheet of homework flew in to his face, the sheet that was ament to be handed in last week. " I'm not a target board OW!" At the back two girls were itching to go they had got bored of the cries and screams of there teacher, who was now shelled behind the safety of his desk. "Sir can I do to the toilet" after a few se

The Croc That Was Scared Of Water "Really Midge, it's been seven years since the water accident, I would get in that river if I was you." Midge thought about that terrible day when he had been innocently watching the cool,blue water lap at his tiny creamy, yellow claws when a large bird had decided to go lav-lav above his very small scale covered head. When the bird had dropped it's bomb, it had fell with great speed and hit Midge's right eye and blinded him, not permanently, but until it was washed off. Stumbling around, Midge tripped over a amber stick that he had been playing with earlier and flopped into the water and found it hard to breath because of the poop. "I think I will wait a couple More years, just to be safe" Midge's mother rolled her eyes And slithered back into the dark depth of the Lumbago river. He turned and scuttled back into the gloomy cave and stared out the entrance for them to come home. Maybe, Midge thought, just to see if he would let himself try to go in the water, he crept out of his cave of misery and trundled to the edge of the murky water. Filled with the deepest of fear, Midge stuck his out claw, which was now bigger than seven years ago, and dipped it into the shallows. Screaming like a little girl croc, Midge jumped back in fear and scampered back into the blackness of his calming cave. He shivered even though it was 35degrees and watched, like it was some sort of fizzing aside, a drip of shimmering liquid spiralled down his stubby thumb. Squinting, he slid across a mud slide to the rivers edge that he and his brothers made with lots of dog skulls of water. Searching the River he saw crimson catfish dart in the Safire blue water, see weed sway at the golden base and all old skeletons of ancient dinners were half hidden with very fine sand. Suddenly, a dark shadow of a eagle loomed above him and a white splurge was tumbling though the air towards him he yelped and sprung up towards the beaming sun. The only problem was instead of landing on the safe, solid ground, he shattered the suffice of the still, calm water. Rising to the top he coughed and spluttered, splashing water fireworks in all directions. A sour expression was set deep into the crocodile's cute but dangerous face. It was all happening again, Midge looked down the way the water was peacefully flowing limp white horses folded over and died in the slow current, knowing that it will quickly pic up and he would fly down with it. He was right, faster and faster it became , the towering waves loomed above the crocodile's now terrified, screaming face. The water had became a dark hedgerow green which made it hard to see Midge but there he was doing a frantic doggy paddle in the other direction. His mum and brothers had come back now and were calling for Midge but when there was no reply they began to get worried while they searched the cave, peering in every nook and cranny. Scraping the side of Midge was a large microwave size plank of driftwood, holding in a unbearable pain, it had given him a splinter the size of a small russian doll. The plank was not much bigger than him self and it floated nicely on the bubbly water. First he raised his bottom and carefully placed it on the smooth plank, holding his berth, his hart hammering as fast as a machine gun he stood up. The waves swerved round rocks which made the wood tip and turn throwing him off balance but he righted him self quickly. He found it easier to stand side ways and bend down a bit than stay up right. He wobbled a bit however he felt unconcerned about the 50 mile deep river under him. There he is and there he has gone leaving his past Far behind in the roaring waves which were carrying him away down the Lumbago river. The end!¡!¡ By Ella & Ella