By Nataijah Harris
Story:
This story is about a girl names Flora. One day the girl named Flora was walking down the road, when suddenly she was snatched away and dragged around the corner. A masked man wearing black all over pointed a shotgun at her head.
"Shut up!" he screeched, as Flora tried calling for help. "If you say one more word, I'll pull the trigger."
Flora stopped shouting. She decided that she'd rather not die. Then suddenly the masked man pulled out a book from his pocket.
"Read this", he ordered.
"No! Not a book!" Flora screamed. So the masked man pulled the trigger.
Sunday 4 March 2012
It's my fault
By David Akinpla
Blurb:
"Shattered by the repulsive thoughts etching into my skull; the immensely corruptive and destructive. Gushing in tears, the revolting sight and howling screams that filled my ears, echoing into the core of my brain. Each tear drop was a different variation of despair. I-it's my fault..."
Blurb:
"Shattered by the repulsive thoughts etching into my skull; the immensely corruptive and destructive. Gushing in tears, the revolting sight and howling screams that filled my ears, echoing into the core of my brain. Each tear drop was a different variation of despair. I-it's my fault..."
Some unusual things
By Tanzir Khan
Blurb:
"Some unusual things are happening"
These people were ordinary but that's about to change forever.
They never appreciated their life, so now they will go through a deadly labyrinth to change the way they are.
Blurb:
"Some unusual things are happening"
These people were ordinary but that's about to change forever.
They never appreciated their life, so now they will go through a deadly labyrinth to change the way they are.
Horror
By Luke Steadman
Horror, horror, horror, horror, horror, horror, zombies, zombies, zombies, zombies, zombies, zombies, zombies, death, death, death, death, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, punk, punk, punk, punk, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning. Fire.
Blurb:
Horror, zombies, death, guns, spinning and fire is all Punk thinks about. Then a nuclear explosion makes it all come true in the city of Death.
Horror, horror, horror, horror, horror, horror, zombies, zombies, zombies, zombies, zombies, zombies, zombies, death, death, death, death, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, punk, punk, punk, punk, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning. Fire.
Blurb:
Horror, zombies, death, guns, spinning and fire is all Punk thinks about. Then a nuclear explosion makes it all come true in the city of Death.
Friday 3 February 2012
book club is a club where you mostly make up your own stories and do some good activities you mostly enjoy. you can also enjoy them with your friends because book club can have as much people as possible and anybody can take part and share the fun. its all Wednesdays at lunch time and the most best thing about it is before lunch you can get a early lunch slip so you can go at the front of the lunch line to get your lunch to be at book club as fast as possible!
Thursday 2 February 2012
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