I clambered through the rusty tunnel, hoping it led to a bunker. I could hear the zombie trashing the room below me. I held my breath and silently crawled along. After a while more of crawling, I came to a T junction. As I was about to turn right I heard a scream coming from the left side. I crawled as fast as I could down the left vent.
Suddenly I saw a flicker of light and heard murmuring. I slowed my pace and crawled out of the tunnel. As I stood up, I thought to myself “Was this really the only bunker left?”
I watched from the opera house as the soldiers attacked. They had been trying to break in for 12 hours. At the moment they had retreated back across the river but I was sure they’d be back. I walked over to my friend who was at a different window.
Suddenly before I could talk to him, a bomb smashed through the roof. I turned around to see that the soldiers on our side had erupted into a panic. The bomb had a timer on it and I could see that the mechanics were trying to dismantle it. I rushed down the steps and sprinted to the bomb.
Suddenly I heard a click…
I was at my father’s funeral, standing in between my Mother and older sister. Tears were stinging my eyes and rolling down my cheek. As I watched the coffin being lowered, I saw a faint flicker of blue underneath the coffin. Before I was able to point it out, the flicker was gone. After the funeral, when we were on our way home, the flicker of blue light was stuck in my mind. After a little bit of thought I came to the conclusion that I was hallucinating, but, just to be safe I would go back the next day to see if I really was hallucinating.
Meanwhile, underground a fairy commander named Rodger Barkley was sitting around an oval table. Three other fairy commanders were sitting around the table as well. “This is a very important meeting,” started Rodger to his fellow commanders. “One of our main magic pipes has burst and it will take days to repair.” “But can’t we just use magic to repair it?” said the smallest of the group, Fred. “ Sadly not,” came Rodger’s reply. “The laser barrier around the pipe has been locked so we can’t get in.”
At 11:24 am the next day, I hopped on my mountain bike and started down the road. The breeze was cold and the roads were wet but I still got to the graveyard. As I walked up the gravel path I felt an energy tugging at me. When I got to my father’s grave the pull had gotten a lot stronger. I stretched my arm out and touched the headstone. Suddenly I was teleported to a small, darkroom.
There was a deep rumbling. “What was that?” said Fred in a worried, trembling voice. “Oh No” replied Rodger equally frightened. “A human!” “Oh No,” repeated the two others.
I started my hike at 7:30 am. In my backpack, I had a banana, a spare pair of goggles, a tent, a wooly coat and an old, damaged medical box. Carrying the backpack was hard as the bag was surprisingly heavy. After 11 long hours of hiking I set up my tent and went to sleep.
I had the worst night’s sleep. Cold air seeped in through a tear and I didn’t have material strong enough to patch it. I jumped on a large rock and twisted my ankle. As I set my backpack down I realized my banana had gone black. As I wrapped a bandage around my ankle I heard a rumbling coming from the mountain…
“Why are we doing this?” asked my friend, Ronan as we hopped over the caution tape.
I Ignored him and started walking up the gravel trail. Up ahead there was a bright, orange sign saying KEEP OUT. We took no notice of the sign and kept walking up the path. After 5 minutes of walking, I was about to turn back when something caught my eye.
There was a small trail in between two trees. As I walked closer I could fell an energy tugging at me. I turned around to Ronan, but he was just as bamboozled as me. My heart pounded in my chest. Then I saw a purple and yellow Portal spinning in circles…
“I’m going into the woods,” I said to my mom.
” Ok,” she replied.
I stepped out of the house and swung the door shut. I walked over to my German shepherd, Cody. I clipped a leash onto his collar and walked to the woods. When I was far enough away from the road I let Cody run free. He bolted off but surprisingly stopped. He started to bark and I ran over to see what he was barking at. When I got to him I could see a small wooden lodge. I walked to the door and saw a black doorbell. I tapped it once and heard a light ding. Then in a flash, the door opened and a green hand grabbed me…
“There have been sightings of a pink giraffe around here,” said the safari guide.
“Really?” I questioned as I walked towards the jeep.
“Yes” replied the safari guide.
I hopped into the jeep and pulled on my seat belt. The driver turned on the jeep and the car started forward. The track was very dusty and had rocks sticking out everywhere. As we passed a tree I saw a bird. When it sang a high pitched noise came out. It was painful to listen to but I didn’t complain. As we were coming to the last stages of the tour I saw a bull elephant in the middle of the track. Suddenly It charged towards us…
I was sitting in my office when I felt a vibration. I thought nothing of it and went back to my computer. My roommate rushed into my office and told me to look out the window. I stood and pushed my chair back. When I got to the window I saw an object flying towards us. As it flew towards us I couldn’t see what it was but after a few seconds of studying it, I realised it was a plane. I turned to my roommate and told him we had to leave. Rushed to the door and swung it open. Suddenly I felt a deep rumbling and then there was a massive explosion…
I was walking through town. Although it was Saturday nothing was opened. Suddenly sirens rang out all around me. It took me a few seconds to realise we must be getting bombed. I started to sprint back to my house. I was about 500 metres away from my house when I felt a deep rumbling followed by an explosion in the distance. I saw a cloud of black smoke billow into the sky. I started to move faster. I got to my house to see it in ruins. The bomb must have detonated near here. Suddenly I felt another deep rumbling. I looked up to see a B 24 fly past. Then I saw it … a black ball hurtling towards me.
I was shoved into the line of Jews. The Nazi soldier looked at me disapprovingly. My friend, Joseph, was slotted behind me. Our line was boarding a rusty train. There were still about 200 people waiting in line. The line slowly moved forward as people boarded the rusty train. I boarded the rusty train and found a seat. Joseph sat next to me. The train started to move slowly along the tracks. “Do you want to go to Auschwitz?” Joseph said suddenly. “No” I replied. Joseph sighed sadly “we’ll be there soon on this train”. “But it is so slow” I moaned. Suddenly the train came to a halt.”Oh, Never mind” I said.
This was my first professional race. I was at the back of the peloton. The pace was high and a bend was a kilometer up the road. My breathing was heavy and my heart was hammering in my chest. I took a drink from my bottle.
As I was putting it back in the holder I heard the screech of brakes. I was confused at first until I looked up. The other cyclists were going around the bend but I was heading straight for an electricity pole. I pulled on my brakes but it was too late. My wheel crunched into the pole and I flew off the bike. I flew into a large tree and the air rushed from my lungs. Then I blacked out…
My feet were sore. My furry jacket barely managing to keep out the cold. I could still hear the vehicle behind me as I hopped over a low wall. The vehicle had music playing. I looked over my shoulder to see the black vehicle slowly come to a halt at the wall. Four robust men stepped out of the vehicle. They were covered in thick black armour. The letters W I C K E D were printed onto their armour sleeves. I tripped over another low wall and fell. As I looked up, pain shooting through my body, I saw the men advancing forward. Suddenly I was being pulled back and then I blacked out.
I rounded the corner. The slippery ice trying to pull me down. I steadied myself and started to jog. The creature had gone this way, I was sure of it. I passed the new Art and Craft building and heard a slight rustle. The heavy door was slightly ajar. I pulled the door open wider and strolled in. I drew my black pistol and pointed it at a slim outline.
“Don’t shoot, please” a high pitched voice begged.
“What are you doing”? I asked.
“Which way to the shops?” It panted.
Suddenly it pounced at me and knocked me to the ground and bared its fangs. The fangs were dripping with drool.
The golden bees shot their laser as men ran for cover. The weakened buildings crashed to the cracked road. I slid across the dirty road as a laser hit my leg. Numbness seeped into my leg. My friend tried to help me up but a laser darted through his chest. I heard a loud thud as he hit the road. A golden bee landed on him and flew off.
Blood slid down my leg as I crawled into a white building. The building was weak and the wallpaper was peeling off. I leaned on a dirty couch and took a deep breath.
Suddenly a swarm of bees rushed into the building. Stingers … already flashing red.
It was Christmas Eve and I was excited for Santa . The rain had stopped coming down about 30 minutes ago. I was out for an evening walk. Suddenly I saw 7 reindeer speed into the sky. I ran after them but they were much faster. I called out for them to stop but they dashed into the cover of a forest. I sighed and turned around to see a man in a red suit and long white beard. Santa I said in my head. He had two floating elves behind him. I didn’t realise they could fly too. “Hello” I said in a high pitched voice. Suddenly I was in Santa’s sleigh and dashing through the night.
It had been 8 months since the war erupted. It was the Irish, British, French and Belgium versus Italy, U.S.A and Turkey. The U.S had already fired an air attack on London. I was a skilled Irish sniper. The army General had assigned me to eliminate the King’s son and daughter. The targets lived in Italy so I had to take an armed plane trip to Italy. There were 69 other men in the plane with me -13 of which were other snipers. The other 56 were riflemen. The plane landed in an opening in a forest. The men poured out of the exit and crept through the forest.
2 long hours later, we came across the rocky beach. Butterflies formed in my stomach as we set up position behind large rocks. 45 minutes later the king’s son and daughter walked up to the edge of the rocks. Guards stood in position about 75 metres behind them. I heard the rustle of leaves from the forest as the other snipers readied. I was the only sniper around the rock area but had a clear view of the 2 children.
Suddenly a gigantic ship came into view. It had a T on one of the sails. I suspected that it was a Turkish ship. But then the sky parted above and I knew something was wrong. Men around me took aim and fired at the ship. While all this was happening I aimed for the children. I pulled back the cold trigger and a 7-centimetre bullet sprang out. The golden bullet hit the son’s head and he collapsed. Robust guards poured out from the fields behind. I saw the opportunity slipping from my grasp so I quickly reloaded. The other snipers had come out from the bushes and an 8-centimetre bullet sprang at the daughter.
“Mission completed” someone bellowed
I ran up the airport escalator. My gun in my righthand. The men in front of me were panting at this stage and were slowing. I took out my phone and rang for back up. One man turned right and the other left. I turned left into a café. A man was at the counter. “No” he said, ” I like marmite”.
“Get on the ground,” I bellowed as he put the money on the counter. Suddenly I heard footsteps and 25 FBI agents swarmed the café. The man that had gone right was on the ground in handcuffs. I looked back to see the other criminal be hauled out from behind the counter.
I gazed at the poppy field from my bedroom window. The red poppies glistening gently in the morning frost. I strolled down the newly carpeted stairs. “I’m going to the fields” I bellowed as I stepped onto the stone porch. Slowly I stepped off the porch and closed the door. I opened the kennel door to my golden retriever, Max. I grabbed a leash and clipped it onto his collar. I strolled down the passage to the poppy field. A gentle breeze flicking at my hair. I got to the gate and slipped back the beam. I unclipped the leash and he bolted away. I knelt down and prayed for the soldiers who fought in WWI.
There was a battering on my bedroom window as I peered out for my neighbour, James Hartman, to arrive. Ever since he moved in next door everything changed. He thought me how to do magic. I have been learning for 4 years now and am growing in strength. His car pulled up in front of his house. I pulled on my boots, stood up and walked out of my room. I walked out the front door and stepped onto the porch. I could see two men in the back of his car. I strolled over as casually as I could and opened the door. The orange one spoke first. He said he was a private detective and was looking for a prisoner and needed my help. I grinned in joy.
She ran up a fleet of stairs. Her breath ragged and rasping. “The soul catcher must be up here” she said. She rounded a corner and burst through a double doors. Up ahead in the long white corridor a ghost-like figure hovered off the ground.
She looked down and pulled her revolver from the holster. She rapidly raised her head and could feel the sweat trickling down her cheek. “But where did it go?” she shouted as she ran down the corridor. She rounded a sharp corner and sprawled to the ground. Suddenly she felt a figure pounce on her.
I took a sharp corner – my arm whacking off the crisp white wall. The art museum security guard was hot on my tracks. I slammed into a double doors and stumbled to the cold marble tiled floor. The guard burst through the door and tripped over me. He sprawled out on the floor and I elbowed his back. He howled in pain and I fled the scene. I turned another sharp corner and tripped. My head hitting a door. It flew open and I peered in. My eyes widened when I saw a crisp bar of gold. I stumbled over and tried lifting it. It was heavier than I expected. Suddenly I felt a dart of pain in my back. I howled in agony.
“Hand me the syringe, Civet” he called from the corner of the room. Civet look at him with a bamboozled expression.
“Are you sure sir”? She called back.
“Sure I’m sure” He grumbled.
Civet opened a small drawer and took out a sharp syringe and walked over to him. Each stepped echoing through the grim room.
“Do you have the syrup, sir?” She said in a hushed voice.
He snatched the syringe and stuck the needle in a bottle. He walked through a pair of doubled doors and Civet followed. He was next to a Gigantic man and stabbed the man in the leg… Suddenly it came to life!!
I stepped out of my car about a mile from the castle. Knowing that Serpine would have his guards on the lookout. I turned the key in my 1994 Bentley and opened the door. I closed the door behind me and strolled along the dirt track. I touched my revolver in my pocket to make sure I had it. I could see the castle wall ahead and even more clearly see the robust guards. They held up their scythes and sprinted towards me. I could sense the danger and turned around. Lunging my body forward and breaking into a sprint, I eventually saw the car up ahead and jumped in. I turned the key but the engine only groaned. The guards had smashed the glass and opened the doors.
“This is the biggest youth cycling race in Ireland,” I thought to myself.
I hopped on my yellow Trek bicycle and cycled to the start line. I greedily pushed my way to the front. All the while my heart was beating in an erratic pattern from the unbearable excitement. I looked up as the robust commissaire warned us not to go on the wrong side of the road. He exclaimed it in a firm voice so that we got the message.
Eventually, he blew his black whistle and I pushed off. My breath was heavy as I broke away from the main bunch. Suddenly a car turned the sharp corner onto the road. I was desperate to pull my brakes but was not sure if I would get to them fast enough…
A man in a black coat stood up and reached into his rucksack taking out an AK47. I was terrified as he walked from his seat to the isle. Then everything stopped and six shots rang out.
I felt a sharp bullet swiftly slice through my hoodie. I ducked down and cried for help. The man shot the glass of the window two rows ahead of me. He shot the engine and smoke flew out.
The plane tilted and the pilot lost control. The pilot told us not to be alarmed and to put on the air masks. Suddenly we hit the ice-cold water. The plane began filling with water!!
I saw the two status there before but I wondered had they moved. Surely not I thought, squinting my eyes. I was talking about the two bronze statues outside the local bank. On one of the statues the name Commander Dan was engraved in the suit it wore. On the other General Jacob.
Was it a war I wondered as I walked past and sat on the bench next to the statues. Unexpectedly I felt a tap on my head. I turned around and saw nothing. I was very confused and stared back down at the erratic pattern of the pavement. Again I felt a tapping and stood up. This time I saw one of the statue’s mouth open.
I entered the laboratory. I threw the last bit of my avocado in the bin as I walked into my test room. I exhaled as I opened a drawer and took out a small white rectangular box. I took a syringe and walked over to a large metal door. I took the cold gold key out of my pocket and slipped it swiftly into the hole. I could feel my breath getting heavy as I pushed the steel door open… A wild elephant. I could see the bones of the other elephants that had endured the procedure. I rooted threw my other pocket and pulled out a purple liquid that our seahorses left behind after they died. I took 50 ml from the tube and stuck it in the elephant’s back leg.