Once upon a museum stood a big bone ball slowly spinning whilst people walk by it glaring with fascination.Because it is that precious it is in a glass tank. But no one knows where they have came from and everyone is trying to figure out. Then all of a sudden came an ear piercing scream which I think said ”I’ve found out where the bones have came from.” Everyone charged over shouting and screaming. But all it was ,was a small boy saying to his mum ”I know where my bones have came from they have came from the stuff I eat.”
My name is Reece and one day I went outside to play football it was really early so I didn’t kick the ball hard because I didn’t want to disturb anyone or wake them up. I was just about to kick the ball when I heard a massive roar of thunder it was as loud as a plane crashing into a train. So I decided to go in and I think the thunder woke my mum and dad up. I went in put the TV on and got all warm and as soon as the TV turned on. It came up with the weather forecast and it said it will be raining all morning and thats going to be a long day.
On the bridge Pontchartrain Causeway was a tiny little pink daffodil living all by himself with people walking by him not even noticing him.Oh and by the way my name is Jack and the daffodils name is Mini he’s called mini because of how small he is as a flower. Mini didn’t like not being noticed because he had no friends and no-one to talk to which was very sad. One time all nine year old spotted him and picked him up and gave it to the mummy for a present. And when they got home they put him in a pot .
My name is Billy and one day I was walking around New York and I walked by a brilliant artistic statue of a revolver.It was a gift from Luxembourg in 1988 and now it just sits there sometimes being stared at. One thing I noticed this time I went is that there’s a knot on the barrel. I have just figured out that the knot is there because if it was a real gun then it wouldn’t fire, and its also saying there shouldn’t be war. And I agree with that because there shouldn’t be war and lots of other people agree.
She had found it lying alone, deserted, abandoned in the attic. After making the discovery, Anna had gazed and marvelled at it for some time. Where had it come from? Why had no dust settled upon it, as it had done over everything else that resided in her attic? A layer of the thick dust blanketed the attic floor, and as the sunlight glared through the attic windows, the dust particles yet to settle were illuminated as they hovered in the stuffy air. Yet, the mirror looked flawless, untouched by age, not a finger print in sight.
Anna propped the mirror up against one of the thick, timber beams that jutted from the attic floor. Settling down into a comfortable position, she tentatively placed a finger against the glass… and then ripples started moving around the mirror. Then all of a sudden the mirror fell through the attic floor and landed on the floor below and disappeared with a massive bang and was never saw again neither was the girl.