1 Hazna's Work 18.03.13

THE MONSTER!!!

 

An outline of a huge dew-drop covered with running slime continuously down like a wave going downwards. Raser-sharp claws full of dreadful venom, his eyes pierced at me like they have caught a fire in them. Although it was far away from me, I could feel its fearful odour invading my nostrils. Shrieking and crying was in my head, seeing him was a huge threat.

 

My own breath was touching me, it felt like it was trying to grab my flesh and devour into me then…

AHH!!! I found myself screaming in my bed with my dad pulling me but then all of a sudden my dad disappeared and there I heard a slight crack from the ground…

0 Hazna's Work 11.03.13

Countryside

 

An emerald green forest stands still quietly as the gustling wind goes by. Massive mountains cover the background next to a bumpy hill with a green grass coat over it. Puffy clouds hide most of the dull sky and you could hear the whistling wind among the eerie silence.

 

Numerous trees on the pitch make a fine smell of fresh pine as the isolated building is left empty and silent. The rough mountains give a natural sound of small stones tumbling down. The fresh breeze of the evergreen grass and the sun gets hidden by the clouds but makes the sky turn bright and pale yellow. The dead silence leads to a roaring sound maybe something is going on.

 

8 Hazna's Work 04.03.13

A poem of a volcano.

 

Sleeping calmly in the mist,

Chilling out full of warmth,

Slowly awaking in the dawn,

Losing its temper it tries to kill,

Spitting out chunks of lava,

Leaving the ground all hot and dry,

Burping out more and more,

Of the horrifying holtava!

Colossal and terribrut lava cover the ground,

Looking for its prey here and there,

Seeing nothing but smoky ash,

Going to explode full of menange,

It gets LOUDER,LOUDER,LOUDER and then,

 BOOM!WHOOSH!DOOM!

Molten lava destroy everything like a big sinister snake,

It achieves its prey and leaves the ground,

Infuriately it devours in,

Finally it has finished vomiting,

Nothing but left on the ground was scorching red lava as hot as summer,

The lavas a hot burning sun,

One of life’s biggest enemy’s, It tranquilly goes back to sleep, Snoring like a tired ba

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This is a diary entry on an Egyptian farmer doing his daily duties.
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