0 Mustafa's Work 18.03.13

 

 The Mangee

 

Vicious was the mangee monster; its ravenous claws sinking into the steady walls, the screams destroying my eardrum. Couragesly I tried to escape the blood-teeming scream. Subsequently, he could smell my juicy flesh, becoming more and more blood thirsty, as he was approaching his target, ME! While this ravenous chase, my heart pounded furiously. I must not forget that he is a impenetrable creature, as I looked back its scaly skin shone under the gems in the vast temple. When I looked into his blood-torch eyes, my blood froze like ice in the artic. I screamed for help wildly. The view was gaunt. Blood dripping from the ceiling covering the side walls. His horrendous breath was haunting me, my lungs were breathing bomb gases in, I couldn’t survive any more. It was a dead end when I was caught. My heart JUMPED as I saw the figure. The obnoxious smell killed my noise viciously. It was inevitable that he was going to eat me. In addition, going to chew my flesh! It was like my heart stopping every 1 minute. I tried to escape as there was blood on the floor. I’d hit my head. I was on the floor, saying goodbye to my body as I knew as I knew what the consequences were. The boiling blood rushed around my body, around 600km/h……

0 Mustafa's Work 11.03.13

THE MONSTER

The repulsive monster, sleeping in his muddy bed it woke up with a loud roar. I could see the creature scratching the granite walls with bloody claws, showing its brawny strength. Its target was me, an innocent boy. My heart pounded furiously, hoping for life, as I made a huge leap towards the beam of light. Bang! Bang! Bang! It toward me as I ran. My legs determined to run faster while it was no good. Even though I was small, it thought of me as a big feast, as I could smell the hunger from the beast. The ogary smell attacked my nostril with full power, my nose losing and forfeiting the battle. As I observed the dead end, I had a dreadful heart attack. I felt a dead breath behind me. I dared not to but I couldn’t stop myself. I glanced into his flesh, blood-full eyes. All of a sudden, I felt I was above 6-foot high. I was hung. Quickly I leaped of but he still caught me….  My eardrum hurting when it screamed. I gave a blood-curdling shiver. I punched it with furry…..

1 Mustafa's Work 04.03.13

CHARITY CHOICE

 

Dear fellow pupils, My name is Brad and I would like to share my thoughts on this special charity which helps and provides aids to the poor. It’s a new organisation which is called Supply Aid.

 

I’ve chosen this charity because it is fundamental to me and my family. Could you imagine children around the world with no food, water and school? Statistics show that 10% of Africa have clean water and food. There are enjoring from pain and this is why this is essential to them. You certainly must agree that if you were in their shoes, you will be determined to get some help. I think this may be the best choice. This is extensive to me and I’m sure it is to you aswell.   In addition, it is voted that this is one of the best charities in the U.K. My choice is an investment for life. It is necessary to give. Innocent people could be saved because of you and the supply we served.   

 

Please don’t let children, like babies, suffer like this. Do you want to be like this? So please as I said join my charity and we could save the poor people in need. Would you join me? We are blessed to have these luxuries while they don’t. They are unfortunate!

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