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Cameron's Descriptive Writing

The torturous current smashed the structure as the sun burst through the fluffy clouds. The constructions bridge was becoming engulfed by the harsh elements. The strengthened aqua was hitting the lookout with full force, not restraining itself. The clouds were watching in amazement as the lookout was beaten and battered. The structure would have nightmares forever.

Cory's Narrative

Finally Free

The man sits uneasy on his unmade bed. He starts scratching a line in his wall to add yet another day in prison. “Serving 21 years in this reformatory will surely kill me. I think its time to get out” whispers Peter quietly to himself. So today was the day that Peter would get out of prison.

A loud deafening noise pierces the morning air. The officer starts running his baton along the jail cell doors. “A bit loud eh Peter?” mocks the officer. Perter nods his head silently. The officer chuckles and turns away. Wrong move. peter swiftly and silently snaps the officers neck. Dead air sweeps through the cells. Peter grabs the guards keys, opens his cell door and drags the guard in and puts on the guards gear.

Peter strolls cautiously down the corridor of cells, pretending to make sure all inmates are secure in their cells. As Peter makes his way towards the security room, He spys one other cop coming his way.

“Good Morning Sheriff.”

“Morning”

“What were you doing back there?”

“Oh, just making sure that all the inmates were there.”

“ Alright then, on your way.”

Peter finally reaches the security room. The pale colored door opens and a man in a white top and black shirt appears. Before the man is able to see Peter, OPeter knees him ion the gut, covers his nose and mouth and chokes him. Security cameras are shut off and all power including emergency power is shut off.

Peter hastily runs through the blackness and back to the ashened cells and opens them all up. The excitement is as loud as a explosion blowing up right next to you. When they rupture the door they find themselves outnumbered by the best sheriffs in the world. Guns blazed at innocent criminals as some throw unique grenades, blasting cops into pieces. Tables are used as shields to deflect silver bullet. A hour full of action passes as few criminals are left. Peter, his mate and a few other friends survive the brutal battle.

Jails all over the world are broken into by peter and his friends as they free all the criminals of the world. Their next stop: the closest jail to you!

Luis Narrative The Prison Escape Echo’s flow through the jail, a rotten sea of rats scatters across the the floor causing a revolting stench throughout the jail. My name is James. I’m a medium build, 6 foot 4 - a man full of fury. For 20 years i’ve been rotting in this prison and today's the day I escaped....

I wake up swatting the cockroaches and mosquitoes off me. A storm thunders overhead. Time to strike I think to myself. My cell door crackles open “BREAKFAST!” shouts a heavily armed man. I get cuffed and sent to the breakfast room I winked to my companion/cell mate Fluffy the 7 foot 3rd strongest in the world. and now we know its time.

I jump out of my grabbing 3 of the guards attention. Fluffy breaks out of his cuffs like a knife through hot butter, he punches a guard and steals his gun, I swiftly roundhouse the 3 guards and cut there necks with my toothbrush knife we run through the hallway taking down the guards 1 by 1 passing the main guard tower sirens fire everywhere the entrance is block by thousands of guards luckily when I was brought jail I drooped a small bomb to that could kill all all of them I set it off nothing happens, I keep setting it off I don't know why its not working it finely works but it blows up right in-front of my face. My left arm fly’s off me I look at the guards they smile.

they take me back to my cell I smile this was the whole plan the whole prison was too busy taking me and fluffy down and the rest of my inmates got out. The guards are puzzled and look everywhere for the rest of the people while they look me and Fluffy escape we start laughing when we walk out BANG!!! I see black I have failed I descend into the ground and they lay flat on the cold ground.

Cameron's Narrative Writing

Adam suddenly woke up from a deep sleep. The sun was dazzling his half-open eyes and he couldn't figure out what time it was. The door to his room was closed; the house was immersed in some sort of eerie silence. He slowly got out of his bed and approached the bench right next to the window.

For a moment, he thought, he heard a tapping sound coming from the <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">attic. Then again he heard the sound, only this time it seemed to be <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">somewhat closer. He looked outside the window and saw a man going <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">by the left side of the road.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">On seeing Adam, the man approached his garden fence and whistled. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;"> At this point, Adam recognized Nick and waved his hand. He quickly <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;"> got dressed and was about to get down to open the gate, when he <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">again heard someone murmuring in an other part of the house. Adam <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">decided to got to the attic and see what was causing this, now buzzing, <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">sound.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">He got to the second floor of his house and looked toward the attic. He <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">quickly opened its door and looked inside. Nothing was there. He was <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">about to turn back to attend to his guest when he, suddenly, slipped on <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">the stairs and fell. He called out to Nick to help him get up.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">But Nick didn't respond. Adam tried to get up, but he couldn't manage <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">the pain in his leg. He reached out to the phone, but it was out of his <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">reach. Then he heard it. That suspicious sound in the attic. that buzzing <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">noise that had been going on all morning.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">Adam heard the creak of the attic door opening, and heard footsteps. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">A shadow appeared in front of him. He looked up and he found the most <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">pleasing thing he had seen all morning. Mum.

Angus’ Narrative 1942 Blakes family huddled around the fire, the fear evident in their pale eyes. The flickering light barely illuminated the cold bomb shelter beneath the Jhonasson’s garden. They waited in terror as the Nazi dive bombers continued to rain terror down upon the innocent town of Mozemburra, England.

Half an hour later Blake cautiously poked his head out the door to be greeted with a devastating scene. A huge crater was all that remained of the Eastern part of his house while the remaining section was enveloped in raging flames.”NO!” he bellowed and ran to the hose pipe to battle the wild flames. When they were out he realised that a local soldier had watched his struggle. “We could use someone with your quick thinking and bravery in the army. Come with me, I’ll take you to the corporal,” he said.

Three weeks later, after much hard training, Blake bumped along in an armored car on his first mission: to ambush and destroy the German Sub-Alpha tiger tank division. Along with the other 49 men of his squad,Blake was armed with a light machine gun, 5 grenades and a highly explosive pressure bomb. As the car pulled over Blake silently said his prayers, leapt out of the vehicle, and began to build some defences.

Just as the squad placed the last sandbag above the trench a scout came tearing out of the woods shouting, “ They’re here, they’re here! ”. Blake and ten other men hurriedly scrambled up trees and everyone else assumed their positions. Blake could easily hear the rumble of tanks and the faint stamp of feet from a large group of infantry. Infantry? It was only supposed to be tanks! This was going to be harder than they thought. Now the enemy was in sight, approaching the line of carefully concealed pressure bombs. Blake held up his hand. Three. Two. One... and all hell broke lose.

The explosion transformed the first three tanks onto misshapen lumps of metal and flung seven men high into the sky. Blakes machine gun bucked and leapt in his grip like a wild animal as he sprayed death upon the easy pickings of German infantry below him. But now the Germans began to rally and fight back with their Sturmgewehrs, killing two men from his tree and five from the trench. The battle was beginning to even out.

Blake leaped from the safety of his tree and landed on top of a tank. He crawled to the front and rolled a grenade down the barrel. He then leapt off and dived into the safety of the trench. The explosion caught the ammunition, doubling the size of the blast. It ripped through the remaining infantry, killing them all, and badly damaging another tank. Only three remained.

“Charge!” cried the captain of the squad and the men leapt out, guns blazing. The colossal shells of the tigers smashed through two or three men at once, but the wave kept going. Blake rolled underneath the leftmost tank and dropped two grenades. He scrambled to his feet but he was to. the explosion caught him full in the back knocking him off his feet and into a bush. He lay there taking a brief respite before leaping out, prepared for battle. But it was over. The remaining tanks were lying on their sides with smoke billowing from their undersides. Mission Accomplished.

Jay's narrative The Dragilier

“Marcus”

“Who are you and where am I’

“You are the chosen one, remember, Geo

“What I don’t understand”

‘In time young dragilier.’

Thump!!

‘Next time I’ll put pillows onthe floor”

“Marcus!”

“Yes mum”

“Come on. Are you ready yet”

“No”

“Look at the time”

“What, it’d 8:55!!” Three minutes later

“Phew I made it to school on time”

Marcus

It’s that eerie voice, “ Where are you ?

Go to the portal.”

“Where is the por-ahhhh!! thump !!

“Found the portal”

“Anyway I need to find that voice”

Remember, Geo , my memory flashbacks

“Hmmmm; Geo!!” I shout to the sky

Whoosh!! “What was that”

“I am Geo your dragon”

An egg lay at my feet, a big one at that.

“My dragon huh well I’d better find civilization

“Behind you”

I spin 180 degrees

“Who are you?”

“Is that an dragon egg” He points at the egg in my hands

“i don’t know I just shouted out Geo and it appeared at my feet and started talking to me” “ I see, follow me.” I follow him , but keep my distance.After walking for about 20 minutes we come to a pedestal. “Place the egg, It should hatch when you call it by its name”

“What is his name?”

“I don’t know, but you do”

“I know this, Geo !!!!”

The ground starts to rumble furiously. Then the ground about 20 metres away breaks and a dragon appears. “This is your dragon, Geo and you are his rider , a dragilier”

‘This is the begining of your story, the story of Geo the mighty dragon and the chosen dragilier, Marcus - as the saviour of the world.”

Brooke

“Hey! Chicken!”

“Shut it, Alfred”

“It’s Al! Okay?!”

Why did Alfred (Ha, Alfred, what a dumb name) have to pick here of all places? I would have been much happier at a slime filled swamp than at this stupidly frightening grave yard. “Al,” I moan “Why did we have to come here?”

“Because it’s awesome! Da Beth!”

Awesome, yeah right.

THUMP! “What the...Al...are you okay?” I ask gingerly, I get a grunt in reply. I carefully approach the wall of meat called Al, knowing he will refuse any help. A small trickle of blood is coming from his swollen lip “What happened?”

“Thy walfed intho a tre”

“I’m sorry Al but I have no idea what you just said”

“Thy...walfed...intho...a...tre”

“You walked into a tree” A nod means I’ve gotten it right.

“Well, get up, come on” I order him. Slowly but surely he gets up on his feet.

“Thumb on!” Al says with anticipation.

“Wait, what? You still want to go to the top?”

“Mmm” He responds with a distant stare. I try to follow his gaze to find what he’s staring at, then I see it, an open door to an above-ground grave. “Alfred, don’t even think about it.”

“Be quiet Beth.”

“Well, the swelling’s gone down” I mumble

“What?”

“Nothing.”

He made a bee-line for the doorway. “Please Al I really don’t want to go in!” Too late, Al’s all ready in the door. “Beth look!” Al calls out from inside. I slowly walk inside. “There’s nothing in there Al. Are we done here?”

“I guess so.”