My nightmarish day all started when disgusting, sluggish brown and white blobs started raining down from the sky like spitfire. “EEEK!!” I shrieked, ducking for cover underneath a large, circular shaped tree with big broad leaves.
“SQUAWK, SQUAWK!!” I suddenly heard the loud squeals of……pigeons?! Continue reading “The Pigeon’s Seek of Vengeance”
Joe had never ever seen in his life such magnificent white cliffs as tall as the sky. He breathed shakily a cloud of grey mist. The white mass of snow seemed to glitter as though it were glitter itself. They were on a hiking expedition.
“Ahem.” Murray interrupted. “How are we going to hike over there?” He pointed one finger at an even steeper part of the enormous mountain, where a valley formed, making a ‘V’ shape.
“We don’t.” Joe replied casually, as if talking about which pet to choose, a macaw or a cat.
BOOM!! A loud grumble escaped out of a deep part beneath the mountains. A good 10 tonnes of snow fell silently from above. “AVALANCHE!!” Both Joe and Murray screamed together. The earth seemed to be speaking in a low rumble of its. Joe scrambled alongside Murray, who was shaking badly. A slippery piece of ice caught Murray’s foot and he slided freely at 124 kilometres an hour towards the base of the cliffs.
BAM! The heavy snow was now tumbling fiercely just behind Joe, who was trying his best to not go into shock, and faint. That was when Murray skidded to an icy ledge, where the ice stuck on his foot fell off, down below into a snowy canyon that yawned so deep and wide, Murray couldn’t see the bottom. His arms were sore. He was too young to die, in a 1,500 metre fall, but it was better than painfully getting hypothermia and suffocating in 80 tonnes of snow. Murray unclasped his tiny, icy ledge.
“NO!” Yelled Joe heart-brokenly, and lunged toward the abyss to his death, alongside Murray…
Who knew how a wonderful hiking experience has turned so sinister.
I still remember clearly the first time I ever learnt to swim, back in 2014. It was quite fun and an interesting experience, as I had never learnt to swim before: and my Mum was with me.
I nervously clung tightly to my swimming bag, and my feet were shaking. I followed my Mum back out to the swimming pool, where several other small children were waiting. Continue reading “My First Swimming Lesson”
“Reet, reet.” I nervously squeaked, as I swung my bushy tail. The bright and warm sunlight burned against my fuzzy back. I scampered silently across the wild plains, searching for any immediate danger, when suddenly a sharp, stabbing pain raced just upon my furry hindquarters. I almost blacked out with the agony in my back legs worsening a thousand times, and I barely noticed when my altitude increased and I began to fly…
Physical Education is an instruction in physical exercise, games and sports, especially in schools or stadiums where important basketball or football games are held and played. I definitely agree that P.E is mandatory for all students, as there are so many reasons ranging being fit to staying happy and healthy with friends and family!
Firstly, what is the ‘definition’ of chores? A ‘chore’ is a routine (or not) task, mainly household related ones. Chores are done for a person’s family’s own good, but parents can choose to or not to give their children money. I strongly suggest though, children should definitely be paid for doing chores as of all the suggested reasons below
How are friends annoying? Well, the majority of people’s friends are kind and caring, joke around sometimes and generally laugh themselves. Although, other times they are or start to either left out, lonely or sad ans start to do things that are heavily influenced by their feelings.
Sometimes they choose to do it and become a major pain in the back. Here are some interesting ways friends can be very annoying… Continue reading “Why Friends Can be Very Annoying”
AS Gile gasped for breath, he looked warily behind himself. He saw nothing but a few overgrown trees and a sparkling blue lake.
Suddenly something whizzed past him as fast as a bullet. It felt rubbery and was coloured red, but he managed to snatch it out of the air as it flew past. Gile lifted it up into the sunlight.
“A water-filled balloon…” He mused. CRUNCH, CRUNCH. Gile heard someone’s footsteps approaching him from his left.
“Well, well. Look who I found.” Gile made out a familiar voice, deep and stern. He stared sideways. What he saw made him gasp once more with shock. Continue reading “Caution: Water”
Here is a another watercolour painting drawn by me, and it shows a beautiful outside Italian veranda. as usual, I used a fine-liner for the balcony bars, a 2B pencil for sketching, a quality eraser and also some quality watercolour paints.
(pssst. The reason why I only go for expensive but quality watercolour stuff is because……cheap ones are usually super bad, or dry, and need a lot of water sprayed on before using, and even after they are still bad, bad, bad. Same with the cheap brushes, they don’t suck up a lot of water, are naturally dry and are gelled to look top-quality. 🙁 So listen up folks, if you want to paint watercolour like my paintings, when you prepare only use or buy top-quality watercolour things.)