"Danger room"
"Danger room" I woke up to the sound of drips on my bedroom roof, i couldn't wait to gewt out of the dump for 3 days. I packed the night before, i didn't i hade so many clothes! I found a some silk sleepsuit, which i recived for chrismas off my antie with the mole on her face, it's a welsh name and i cant say it with out pouring out 1 ton of spit. Mum was feeding the baby as i went down stairs, she was just about to drop him around my nana's, While we went away. Dad has allready out there, we entered a doogy compertion and we didn't read in the terms and contaions that you may not all get on the same flight. I was so excited, I felt like a child on the night before christmas. I couldn't wait to get onto the plane. We got in the car, droped little sam to my nans nad speeded down the motorway to the airport. When we got to the airport, the told us that we hade been upgraded to first class seats. My mum thought it was because she looked like Cathren Zeta Jones, while the way the rude, drolly dollie, looked at her like she was Pat buthcher. The only thing that came into my head was "if looks could kill" We got into our seats, they hade covbers over them, they were as smooth as slik. The runway was like a ribbon of moonlight. We blased of into the air. The stars looked so close now. After an awful film and luke warm food we lanned into New york air port. we breased through
"Don't you worry love, you're only dreaming again." Margaret
Derailed Saturday 11th May It had rained the night before, and mist was creeping in, like a soft blanket of cold steam. It was silent. The grim reaper was waiting silently for blood. Not even the birds dare tweet. The reaper lifts his hefty but swift scythe. Just as he is about to drop it... "Don't you worry love, you're only dreaming again." Margaret slides out of bed and plods off to fetch a glass of water for Daniel. She stared through the windowpane, and out of the four walls that she and Daniel call home. It was cold and wet, perfect weather for Ducks though. It had rained the night before, and mist was creeping in, like a soft blanket of cold steam. Maggie (as she likes to be called), twisted the cold steel, and a cold transparent liquid flowed out, making a racket as it hit the bottom of the sink. After filling her glass, she shut off the flow of water, and turned sharply around. Just as she did so, she nearly had the shock of her life. In front of her was a hairy ape, stamping towards her with half-closed eyes!! Maggie then put her arms around this beast, and told him to drink the glass of water and to get a bath. Maggie then turned on the TV and was pleased to see that her favourite quiz show was due on in about 15 minutes. Daniel smiled and turned to face the towering stairs. He started to climb the stairs. He reached the landing and for some unknown reason
"Empire of the Sun" by J.G. Ballard.
Creative Assignment "Empire of the Sun" by J.G. Ballard My dear friend Patrick, How are you my friend? How is Singapore? I hope you are fine and healthy. I am very lucky to be able to write this letter to you because not many people got the chance to do so. As you probably did not know, I am in a prison camp right now because of the Japanese. I have been here for more than one year and without my parents. It is a very long story about how I am not with my parents anymore, so I will just tell you that we got separated when we were running in town from a bombing. It was a very big shock for me but I am al right now. I still hope that I will find them, though. I do not even remember what they look like. It hurts to think that they might even not be alive anymore. I just do not know what to do anymore. I am a prisoner...and all I can do is hope. I have some good friends here and they have helped me through everything, but I am still very sad and I miss my mom and dad a lot. I just hope that they are al right, so I can maybe find them one day. I miss my mom's hugs and the long chats with my dad about planes. And I just wish I could remember what they look like. This camp is horrible. I cannot live a normal life here, but we have all learned how to deal with the fact that there is no other choice. We all miss London a lot and cannot bare the fact that we might never come back
I stumble downstairs and sleep-walk through breakfast as my mum, dad and sister zoom around the house like they are attatched to rockets.
"Beep...beep". The shrill, incessant droning of my alarm clock slowly rouses me into consciousness. I roll over and whack it into silence. 7:06. The alarm's obviously been going off for some time now but, as always, I'm the last person in my family it gets to torture. Noises from downstairs show the rest of the family is up and getting ready for the day ahead, as I should be. Or rather as I should have been about half an hour ago, which is the time I set the alarm for. I think I should definitely be in the Guiness Book of Records under "Heaviest Sleeper". I haul myself out of bed, the noise made by that small, mechanical instrument of torture still reverberating in my ear-drums, shove my feet into slippers and head for the door with my two cats, who substitute as hot-water bottles for my feet at night, following me. I stumble downstairs and sleep-walk through breakfast as my mum, dad and sister zoom around the house like they are attatched to rockets. I get on really well with my family most of the time especially my sister. My friends can never understand why I never fight with my sister but we just get on really well, which is very useful when I need help with homework. Breakfast finished I drift back upstairs in slow motion, tripping over the cat as I do so, and try to get my brain working enough to see what lessons I have that day and to pack my bag. I
It was the first fashion show I was doing. This was when I first met him. I noticed him standing at the other end of the room
He hoped he would have the strength to do what was right...but did he want to do what was right? Or was he just seeking his own happiness in it somewhere? I never knew and probably never will. It was the first fashion show I was doing. This was when I first met him. I noticed him standing at the other end of the room he was wearing quarter length combats, sneakers and an unusual top which did not go with either combats or sneakers it was rather odd he always use to dress like that and perhaps he still does. I can't exactly say that the first time I met him it was "magical" because it wasn't. We had completely different views about each other; it's bizarre how we judge people just by their outer shell. We ultimately became friends and that friendship developed and grew so swiftly that I didn't realise I was falling in love with him, by the time I realised it, it was too late. Some part of me wasn't ready to expect it. Neither of us were ready for a relationship just yet; it was because the experience form the past relationship was still lurking over us. This wasn't pleasant to feel, but when I was with him it made me forget about everything and everybody, like there was nothing for me to worry about, nothing at all. I didn't have a particular reason in liking him so much. All I knew he was different very different, he wasn't ordinary it was like he had come from some
The Hotel is My Sanctuary
Assignment 1 Travel Writing - Egypt The Hotel is My Sanctuary This sign was the first thing I saw, lopsided, paint crumbling and letters peeling. I stepped down on to the hard cement dock covered in dark yellow sand. The surge of heat went through my sandals and into the tips of my toes. Greeted by two women with their faces concealed by veils, the difference in culture hit me. The women were kind and had soft voices; they were no different (apart from their veils), to you or me. I followed the arrows along the sandy dock. A few old buildings watched me stroll by. Aged bricks were crumbling from dark yellow walls, none were perfectly aligned. Only the clear blue sky lightened the dull decay of the place. To dock at such an unhappy and miserable looking place had not given me the best start to my maiden voyage. The arrows directed me to an old battered bus. All were instructed to mount. After lining up we started to mount the wrecked bus one by one. Just passing through the doorway onto the cramped bus made me feel uneasy. The carpet was discoloured, the curtains were torn and I got the distinct feeling the driver was staring at me. To further worsen the atmosphere there were armed guards on each bus. What were they protecting us from? The floor was stained brown, chewing gum was stuck to nearly every handle and the stench was enough to make even a rat feel nauseas. It
Thornbridge I got into the tent that our three man group had just made. It was dirty, uncomfortable, small and very hot.
Thornbridge I got into the tent that our three man group had just made. It was dirty, uncomfortable, small and very hot. I was so annoyed. I had to change into some nice clean clothes in a tight space. I had got up after toppling over my sleeping bag. When I got up, I fell backwards and banged my head on one of the poles to keep the tent up. While the pain was going, I saw that my friends were playing football outside on the pitch, I decided to go out and play with them. After twenty minutes of shocking unsportsmanship, my team won. It was about eight o clock when we had our supper, which was spaghetti bolognaise. We had one hour to play outside in the night with our torches, nearly the whole of our year went outside to play. Many of us got injured because some of us thought it was funny to wear dark clothes so they can't be seen and rugby tackle other people without letting them having time to react. But I was clever; I stayed clear from them and dodged them whenever they tried to get me. I did have a bad moment in it as well, someone had called me and had run into the woods. So I decided to follow him. I was running really fast, and I was pointing my torch light at the person who I was following. But I didn't look down. I went flying over a tree stump which was up to my knees. My heart started hurting, I was in agony, I couldn't play any more. I had to go in. But on the
Life of Gangsters.
Life of Gangsters "Quick a coppers coming!" said Dominic, Ringleader of the robbers. " I can't get this crap to start up!" said Vincent. (Vinc) "Oi stop in the name of the law!" yelled the police officer. At this point the police officer was running after the Hi-Jackers like a bullet. He was so eager to apprehend the law-binding criminals. "Yes it's started," shouted Vinc. "Run him over, he's trying to mess us around!" Cried Dominic at the top of his voice. The Car backed up like the speed of lightning and hit the Police officer leaving him crippled like a boneless dog. "Bingo! Nice aim huh? Asked Vinc. The robbers had a good getaway leaving the policeman behind. The sun was setting and the view was beautiful. The robbers were cruising towards an urban area. "Dom where do you want to go now?" asked Vinc. "Lets go and see Dred, I need announce of weed." Replied Clyde. They pulled up at an old wrecked garage. The garage was like a rusty old skip there was a sign that said "Dred Motor Company." The sign was about to fall off it was hanging vertically. The robbers went inside and saw a big huge figure. "Yo what do you need today boys?" asked the huge figure. "I just need an ounce of weed," said Dom. Dred pulled out a small transparent bag with some cannabis inside it. "Is this enough ma boy Dom?" asked Dred. "Yeah that's enough," said Dom Dom was about to
Hot lump of lead
Hot lump of lead "What the hell is that thing" quizzed Zara. The three of them lying on top of an old empty hanger left over from when the Russians had control. The Talliban had now taken it over as one of their main bases. It was deep into the cold winter, the roofs were covered in snow and ice, making it extremely difficult when moving. "Here give me them" Mohammad pointed to the binoculars that Zara was using to examine the unknown object. He got them and after a few seconds of adjusting the focus he whispered almost under his breath, "It's a nuke." After a brief look around with the binoculars Abdula decided he must go down and disarm it. After a brief plan he filled his mouth with ice to hide his breath and put on his night vision goggles. He cautiously climbed down the ladder and hid. After checking that the coast was clear with the other two, he then while crouching, ran over to the bomb. "Its all too easy" exclaimed Zara. Almost simultaneously a bombing siren went off and about twenty to thirty troops, armed with Russian AK47s and some Kolasnikov sniper rifles, came pouring out of a nearby door beside Abdula. "Lets go, its not worth risking our position and lives by trying to fire on them, we're heavily out-gunned" whispered Mohammad. After a quick look around they scurried to the other side of the roof and scurried through a hole they made in the fence.
The Splendiferous Sunset
The Splendiferous Sunset The horizon slices through the magnificent sun, a bigger segment lying in reflection in the water as its sharp blend of rays in orange, pink, blue, red and purple pierce the clouds painfully. The bright yellow, hot flames that had been warming and brightening the day slowly extinguish, converting to deep cool orange flames. The never ending, deep ocean tardily becomes several shades darker, mirroring the splendiferous sky while sharing the unique beauty of its colours smoothly. The scene is simply dazzling. Colours of the rainbow given off by the umbrellas, hats and swimming costumes, battled wildly against the colour of, the golden sand; a layer of tiny eroded rocks blanketing the land from the ocean. All the colours were fading swiftly like water pouring out of a jug. The dark grey cliffs piercing the splendid sky, with its sharp heads, adding to my view of the sweet scene, hanging uninterestingly in the sides of the sand. The once noisy beach, where children's shout of laughter was heard, is suddenly slowly being replaced by the constant whisper of the wind and the splashing, spluttering and swishing of the waves. Footprints stamped into the sizzling sand, being washed away by the wild waves driven by the wind; erasing all evidences of life having been there. Distant leaving figures, against the stunning colours of the background,
