One day I found a place in a test tube. I saw a pink giraffe and a teacher drilling a ninja quietly going around the place. I talked to the teacher. She was saying get out fast. I had no clue what she was saying so I had a look around the place.
I heard a man coming so I hid in a chest. I thought that he had a gun but he didn’t. Then a dog came in. I distracted him with a bone that I had for my dog. I threw it and the dog went after the bone so I got out safely in the end.
There we were in class working quietly . Our teacher kept on saying, “This quiz won’t bamboozle me.”All of a sudden she shouted “YIPEE.”
She told us we would be going to the zoo the following day so we were all delighted .
We arrived at the zoo and all we could hear was a builder drilling into the ground with a congo drill. We got to the gate and there was a cantankerous man taking our tickets. We got in and we saw giraffes, pink flamingoes, rhinos and many many more animals. We all had great day .:)
It was a nice Autumn day. We went to the zoo on a day trip because the teacher was very nice to us. Somebody was drilling the ground, Adam was looking for badgers. Paul like Kallum was looking for the wolves and other people were looking for their favourite animals .I was looking for the giraffes.
I saw balloons for sale. There was a pink one – I don’t know why I picked the pink balloon but I just wanted it. Then I saw the robber. He stole the giraffe. QuietlyI told the people that the robber stole the giraffe…..
But I woke up in the mist again…
It was 8/6/15 and something tragic happened that day . There had been peace for two years . But then it happened! There was a terrorist attack at an apartment and I was in it .
There were four stone pillars holding the interior . There were two suicide bombers charging towards the apartment from across the road .
Suddenly I heard gunfire and hid. I then heard an enormous explosion . The apartment collapsed on us. I think about 50 people were killed . I was lucky because I was living on the second last floor . Though I was still stuck inside and injured. Luckily a rescue team found me .
I was lucky!
One day I was playing outside and I saw something in the sky. I didn’t make a big deal out of it but little did I know that it was aliens.
When I realised it, I was really scared. I ran down the street saying aliens are coming. Then everyone went silent but soon started screaming.
The aliens came out and said “sedan ca” in alien language. Then a translator said, ” do not be afraid. We are friendly.”
People were sceptical at first but after a few weeks they had decided that they could stay and then they signed a peace treaty.
One day I woke up and noticed that nobody was at home because it was very quiet. I was excited because I could now play on my brothers PC. I also noted that my cats weren’t at home and I didn’t see any cars but I didn’t care about that.
I dressed up and wanted to go on my brother’s PC but I was very hungry so I decided to go to the shop.
Suddenly some black mist was following me. I ran as fast as I could but I was too slow and the mist got me.
Now I’m in the mist and I can’t get out of it.
Advice: Beware of the black mist
One Autumn evening in the middle of World War II, as I was absconding through the trench, suddenly I heard a defining BANG!
I ducked down and glanced to the corner of my eye, and there I saw an abominable looking man. I had just made eye-contact with this man. At first, I couldn’t understand his unusual accent but after a little while, I got the hang of it.
”A debacle has just happened. Will you please help me? ”
I said I wouldn’t fancy it but I decided to still help. I walked into no man’s land and one cantankerous man from either side came close. I flipped a coin and said you can choose. He said heads and I answered him saying you win. He then replied, “There are no winners here”.
I absconded from our small, dirty apartment worrying if would come back. I chose to leave this early because at this time Dublin seemed to be like a ghost town but in a couple of hours machine guns and bombs could be heard all round.
If you went out at this time you would never come back and that was a fact. Scavenging the streets all I could find was a few pieces of bread but then I found a basket full to the brim with soup cans. I presumed that they were from yesterday’s raiding and I thought to myself that I would get through this.
It was an abominable sight. Shattered windows, demolished buildings, bombshells everywhere.
The morning was cold and musty. Looking around I spotted a shop with an open door. Quickly, I ran towards it. Suddenly, there was a BANG. As fast as I could, I ran inside and shut the door only to find two old, wrinkly faces staring at me.
After about two minutes I asked them if I could stay here for a while, as I had nowhere else to go. “Well, of course, you can,” replied the lady. Relieved, I sat down on a chair and thought “well what kind-hearted people.”
My papa didn’t come back for a week now. He went off with a group of people and a couple of Germans. The Germans came back but the Jews didn’t. I was bamboozled.
My roommate Shmuel kept on going to the fence on the far right where the Nazis couldn’t see him and I was getting suspicious. It was fairly dirty and smelly in my hut. It was time to go.
Before I came here my papa said, ” why can’t we have peace?” but I didn’t understand him. At night I tried to abscond the camp but a German rifleman shot me through my chest….
One day the president of Ireland (aka me) had to attend a quick press conference.
I said: “Today terrorism will stop and the world will live in peace.”
I flew to Syria to meet the head of the Isis gang. My soldiers came with me to make sure I was safe .
When I arrived I headed straight to the meeting room . I was greeted by his people and they took me to his meeting room.
I said “Sir why do,you go about causing terror. You can have a place in the Irish dáil if you stop. ”
He said he would . The two of us got awards for world peace . Then the world lived in #PEACE.
I was alone.My parents went to the shop when I last heard of them.I got out of my house to see a war-torn country.Buildings were all on the ground.
I was standing in the middle of the town.War was still on and there were fighter planes all over the sky.Standing in shock I wondered when the war was going to end.I looked straight ahead and saw my parents coming back from the shop with tonnes of food.
We were the only family alive in the town.My parents were very happy when they came back so I asked why and they said read the newspaper.So I did and it said peace at last.
Hopefully, this would be true because the town couldn’t handle anymore.
One time there was a child and his father was in the war. One day the father was in a fighter plane and died. When his father died the child was put into a concentration camp in Poland. On the Second day in the concentration camp, one of the kids died in the camp and the child saw the dead body and the child started to cry.
When the child’s mother saw him cry she ran over to the child. While in the process the mother and child got shot.
One dark, cold night in London there lived a nice, friendly family. Their father John Browne fought in the war. The children had a tough life. It had its up and downs . It was coming up to Christmas. The kids were excited to see their Dad.
It was Christmas Day and the Family got up to a heartbreaking letter.
“Dear Mrs. Browne, we are sorry to tell you that your husband is missing and presumed dead.”
The family was devastated after what they had just read.
Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. Luke opened the door to his surprise he saw his Father. The family were finally at peace and had a very happy Christmas.
One Day World War 1 had started on 1914. All you could hear were the shots from a mile away. They were asking themselves – why were they doing this? They were losing lives and their lovers.
On Christmas Day, 1918 they all stopped firing their guns. You could still hear the echo of the guns. The people were injured – their shoulders were black and blue.
They dropped their guns and got a leather ball and started playing soccer. They were asking each other – what were we doing this for?
It was world war 3. I was a soldier at war. The war was going on for four months now. We were doing our last fight. Suddenly a tank shell shot at us. Bullets were being shot. My friends were shot dead.
It was Christmas and I wanted to be home for dinner. My family would be waiting for me at home I thought. Then I was shot and I was on the ground. We were losing.
Later someone pointed a gun at me and bang…………… a firework shot out from the field. Then everybody stopped and celebrated. Thank God – the war was over.
On the first of March 1944, World War two was in full swing. I was one of many soldiers who fought in the trenches trying to defend a French city . It was horrible in there- all I did was sit down and fire my gun back at the other trench .
Then one day we saw a huge white flag pop out of their trench. Suddenly they all walked out into no man’s land and their captain shouted out, “The war is over !”
As we all ran out we were overjoyed that we could go home without worrying about the war. Finally, the world was at peace.
This was it. I had been at many press conferences before but none have been important as this one. In this press conference, the other politicians would decide about the treaty. When I got there journalists came and asked about the upcoming press conference. One particularly good question was – who will you make peace with?
I then rehearsed the notes I had written for when I had to talk. Eventually, I had to go up. I became nervous very suddenly.
While walking to the stage I saw the others talking I became even more nervous. when it was my turn I took a deep breath and started the most important speech of my life…
The noisy gunshots kept banging as soldiers dropped dead every five seconds. I had witnessed it all down in southern Italy as the Italians fought the French. My father was one of the soldiers and I was proud of him but still worried that something would happen to him.
Then he ran from behind a massive lump of sand and about 100 gunshots were fired at him from the French. As he hit the ground I burst into tears. I ran out to him as the ambulance arrived. I told the doctors that I was going to finish this.
I walked to the middle of the land and roared, ” I declare peace .”
Everyone cheered. I had made peace.
It was a cold morning during the war and I was woken up by the sound of gunshots. I got up and went towards my mother’s torn up bed. As I approached the bed I noticed that there was nobody in there.
I searched and searched but I couldn’t find them anywhere. I looked underneath the bed and I found my little brother’s ripped up teddy. I went outside to see if anybody was around but all I could see were soldiers running up and down the street.
A soldier grabbed me and said, “You shouldn’t be here”.
He took me to a massive tent and tossed me inside. I glanced around and I saw them sitting down. I was overwhelmed with tears. I was so happy to find my family.
About five years ago when I was seven I loved to play war with fake guns in a field with all my friends.But those days are over now.No more playful fun just boring school and the rest of my life to live through so I’m going to tell you about one of my favourite wars I had in years.
It was at the crack of dawn. I went outside and called everyone over to the field with their guns. When everyone was there two captains picked their players.It wasn’t long before we started playing. Then one of our players betrayed us and that meant serious war. It took all day and later, night came.
Eventually, everyone went home and there was peace for the rest of the night.
It was a cold dark night- not a sound on the street. Of course, the curfew was for eight o’ clock.
The next morning an army general came to the house.
“We are looking for your son – he is to go off to war. Pack your things and let’s go. ”
I said goodbye to my mother and father. While I was on the truck I met a man called John Reedey. We talked all the way to camp. When we got there we were told we were fighting the French.
We were split into groups and off we went to fight. It was a horrible fight. After the fight I was lying in the medics – my arm was all bandaged up.
I was handed a letter. It read – John Reedey K.I.A
I was so upset.
Guns Firing. My eyes blistering from no sleep. This was the norm now.
“Make sure, you have the essentials, water, food , blankets,” my mother repeated for the hundredth time.
“Move it, move it, more hustle less tussle!” the army man bellowed.
Finally, I thought, a relief from this war-torn country. I had never travelled overseas before. Across the Mediterranean is a long way especially by boat. I’m probably going to be bored to death. But at least I’m going to have a better life.
Out of the blue, shots reigned down on us – we were being attacked.
We prayed, “Hail Mary full of Grace…
I make peace with my parents and with some of my friends. Sometimes I can be cantankerous – sometimes demure. I often try to bamboozle my parents to get my own way.
It is nice to have peace and quiet as well. But that doesn’t happen all the time. I can abscond but not in a mean way. I’m happy with our peace when there is no war.
What is the point of war? – people get killed for no reason. I couldn’t go to war – it is too risky.
The day was November 13 2015.
“Goodbye! I’ll make sure school’s get more money!” I (Francois Hollande The current president of France) said.
“SIR!” Shouted Samuel,my personal assistant.
“What is it?” I said. “Do I need to hear about Brexit for the fifth time EVEN THOUGH WE’RE IN FRANCE?” I screamed.
“There’so been a terrorist attack at a concert,” Samuel interrupted.
At that one sentence, I cracked. …“How could you?” “Why am I even president?” “You let hundreds die,” “You deserve nothing,” “I’m useless,” “Those people died because you couldn’t do anything.” ....
“Yes!” I shouted. “What will we do?” Samuel said.
“I…I don’t know,”
Day 60 at the concentration camp – row by row they all died in the gas chamber. Two weeks and one day to go until our execution day.
I became friendly with a demure boy named Kyle – he was only 8 years of age and his parents died in the gas chamber when he was 5 . We liked to bamboozle the soldiers all the time .
3 days to go – why am I still counting? I should be scared.
Gas chamber day – we gathered in the chamber. They locked us in. At the last minute, a man came in with a letter. The war was over and we were free.
“As President of Lithuania I vote for peace with the other countries,” I said.
“That’s Lithuania, only 20 countries left,” stated the president of Ireland.
And one by one the 20 remaining countries voted for peace.
” That’s settled then -this means THE WHOLE WORLD IS at PEACE” he shouted.
“Hurray” cried every president.
” As Lithuanians say: Tegu pasaulis turi taika ( which means let the world have peace).
” Ok let your countries have the most glorious day of their lives” cried the president of Ireland.
It was my 4th day of the concentration camp and all my family has gone missing. I’ve met one of my neighbours and they’re taking care of me. …
I am now on the 16th day in this horrible place. And the numbers are getting lower instead of higher. So now I’m starting to wonder where are they going? What is going on here? Rumours are that they’re getting sent to another camp. …
We now just got told that the war has ended and we were set free. Peace at last – but I was bamboozled when they wouldn’t let everyone go. Where are my family?