6 Zara H's Work 11.03.13

The Monster

 

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I let out a blood-curdling shriek. In front of me lay a … mouse?  I let out a huge sigh of relief. I had been imagining it! As I walked further through the pitch black caves, I had a strange feeling someone’s eyes were fixated on my back. I took a few steps forward and then almost immediately turned around. My eyes met a horrifying scene. Once again I let out a blood-curdling scream. In front of me was a monstrous monster!!! With blood dripping from its lips, it was clear it wanted to annihilate me. My legs turned to jelly. It roared louder than an erupting volcano and a pride of lions put together, spraying me with mucus and snot. I collapsed in a shivering heap while my life flashed before my eyes. I was only 11 years old! There were so many things I wanted to do before I grew up. But it was too late to turn back now…!!!

 

 

The horrifying beast grasped me in its slimy gigantic hands and raised his hand so we were now face to face. “Tom! Tom! Wake up!” exclaimed a voice.

“Huh?” mumbled Tom, puzzled by the familiar voice. One minute, a monster was about to ea

3 Zara H's Work 04.03.13

   A letter to Chris

 

Dear Chris,

 

Hey man! It’s so cool here! You don’t know what you’re missing out on! I’ve got my own little cosy, comfy den here. I took lots of things from home so I’m not short of money or anything.

 

I’ve made loads of friends here but don’t worry you will always be my best friend. It’s so peaceful here! I don’t have school anymore so I normally just chill at home or play with my friends. But the best thing is that there’s no Mum or Dad to boss me about or tell me what to do. But it can get a lonely at times. Oh, I can’t lie to you. I’m just gonna tell the truth. I haven’t really made tons of friends and I don’t have that much money. My house isn’t really a den, it’s just a cardboard box that’s just about big enough for me to crouch in. It’s freezing out here! You can notice my shaky handwriting. It’s because my fingers have gone numb by the cold. As for food, I have to go scavenging at night but I do still have a carton of milk.

 

The only reason I left was because of Mum always going out and coming back a week later. It was also because of my Dad who always went out drinking. When he came home at midnight he would be drunk and he would hit us all, even Mum. I just had to escape from all that torture and this was the only option I had.

 

Well, I’ve got to go now. It’s the middle of the night and I have to go somewhere tomorrow.

Bye,

 

From your best friend,

Shane.

2 Zara H's Work

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