There’s a World I Know.

There’s a world I know,with ostriches and fairies,disastrous flowers and massive chickens.There’s swords and silver birds,conifer trees too.There’s blank joy.Ducks form the beginning of life.In majestic oceans of lemonade,rainbow fishes swim about.There are pigs that explode,and come together again.Polishes for dirtiness,mature orcs, eating ugliness,despairing desolate decorations,steaming water babies,vegetarians with sparks of hope.And once I reached down to someFiery lights over golden treasureAnd there were rainbow jewels.In the air,Fluffy clouds of candyfloss,which hold eagle eyries within,but I couldn’t find the egg, in the nest.

A Brainiac’s Guide to Time

Time is a funny thing. You can always say that you will do a job later, or that you will get up in a minuet. But it always becomes, unfortunately, “I thought I had enough time.” Also, time has a big play on the universe too, which is 5D. Everyone knows that 3D is how tall, wide and deep something is, but something 5D has to be 3D, just with time added. (The past and the future) Time also bends light. For example, for every light-year far something is away, we see one year into the past at that distance.

Can Dogs Fly?

One day, a stray puppy was born. But this was a very special puppy, because he was luminous and he had a star for its bottom!

One day, the star puppy learned how to fly, and the following evening, he went soaring among the stars.

“Look up, can you see that???!!!” the local children exclaimed in shock.

“Can dogs fly? I must be dreaming!”

Finally, it got to night time so in the gloom, a passing traveller mistook him for a shooting star and he wished for chocolate. He got the chocolate, but it wasn’t quite what it seemed to be…

The thing that didn’t come

There was once a young lady who lived in a cottage with her mum. On one occasion, the king came round to supper, and the mum, being a show off, told the king that her daughter could spin wool into gold.Therefore, as the king was very greedy, he locked the lady (Whose name was Susan) in a tower and said if she didn’t spin ten tons of gold by the morning, he would chop off her head.O Corse, Susan could not spin gold,rumplestiltskin didn’t come, so the king had her head chopped off in the morning!

The theory of planet earth and bypasses

Pushing through the earth will be hard due to the fact that it mainly consists of iron, silicon and titanium peroxide: the combination of the minerals has the strongest electromagnetic field in the entire universe, so you will have to go into hyperspace and use an overdrive plasma beam. To do this, you have to have enough power which is equivalent to 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 lightning bolts. This is physically impossible due to the hitch-hikers guide to the galaxy and 1001 more things not to do in hyperspace. So don’t try to make a bypass in the Planet Earth’s path. Otherwise, you will get disintegrated.

Stranded (sequel to the abandoned warehouse)

In a volcano, just about to erupt, we appear. Stifling, poisonous gasses are rising up all around us. We had better act fast. I turn round, and find that the crimson wormhole that teleported us here had faded into thin air.

All hopes were lost but then, miraculously, Robin spots another portal.

There’s no time to lose! We scramble up the slope and race through into the wormhole. We are greeted with the sudden rush of pain, although it doesn’t last long. Ending up in the middle of the ocean, we strain our eyes for any land but all we can see is water.

We are, stranded…

The war of the races

Antvenom was running through the jungle. He was running like the wind through the jungle followed by some genetically modified gorillas.

They were made by the humans to destroy him; he was one of the Grainer. His blue skin flashed in the moonlight, his long, red hair flared as if it was on fire, his acid, green eyes sparked in anger and fear.

The gorillas were the blackest of blacks, their pink eyes rolling, crazy with the thought; There was only one race to kill. Only one way to do it. Riding the fastest, grand bicycles ever, the gorillas laughed scornfully.

They were catching up quickly…

Where the Wild Things Are.

What is there, among the dust?
The hungry spiders and endless rust,
The crunching bluebottles and crumbling tar,
It’s the Mysterious Man, who lies where the wild things are.

Who is there, in the void?
Of endless shadows and scratching noise,
In a filthy place that once held a car,
It’s the Mysterious Man, who lies where the wild things are.

Who is this, with skin of bone?
In a cobweb suit and as cold as stone,
His dreary mind and his eyes afar,
It’s the Mysterious Man, who lies where the wild things are.

2050

2050 The custard tasted like how they made it in the old days; 11 hours of hard, sweaty work on the farm, then to come home and to find a steaming, hot cottage pie cooked for you by your mum followed by apple and blackberry crumble and eggy custard. Everything was done by hand then, and nothing was ever wasted. Also, there was trees everywhere, and nature. Now there is nothing in the world apart from us, us, computers and machinery. A pet fly costs five thousand pounds. The air is artificial and the ground is covered in litter. It is the year 2050.

The Great Oak Sings

Tears were streaming down our faces like a frantic waterfall as I kissed her goodbye, shocked at what the world had done to us. We drew out our daggers. A titanic roar from a million voices deafened us as if there was an earthquake and tornado, ripping through the landscape. The mob had found us.

The mob hurled themselves towards us, almost tripping themselves over to get to us, to kill us, to annihilate us from the world forever.

We pointed the daggers at our chests. “Three, two, one.”

And then the noise stopped.

The great oak was singing again.