Author: Layton

Guy 1: yeah

Guy 2: ow fanks 4 answering geezer know what I mean

Guy 3: gimme dat, where ya been fool, makin us rinse out our credit leavin messages n that

Guy 2: Mr dawes is well on the warpath with you bruv yeah

Guy 1: coz of da bag n that

Guy 2: wot bag cos you missed the lesson you cheat

Guy 3: gimme dat. Da bag werent a problem, tegsy never metioned it- he bottled it- oi u comin over to mine later to play computer

Guy 1:na man im at home now i got business i gotta run

Guy 3: what business

Guy 1: business that minds its own, im out

The Woods The last rays of the suns pierced through the canopy, warming the ground, littered with the foliage and lush green moss. Wind gently hissed through the evergreen pines, slowly rocking them from side to side. A variety of birds sing to each other from every tree. Mice ran across the dry ground, the dew long gone from the humid morning. A small rill trickled it’s way through the forest floor, twisting and turning around the roots of the tall, rigid trees. Small, vibrant sapling pushed it’s way towards the ceiling, reaching for the glow of the evening sun.

A massive, towering, green figure trudged across the shrubs and twigs. He headed toward a small shack, smoke rising from a vent in the roof. His face was a mask of rage as he spots rodents and insects, crawling in and on his house. His breathes were shaking as he tried to suppress a shout of rage. The bugs looked at the ogre with a mild annoyance, as they believed they had done nothing wrong. “GET OUT OF ME HOUSE!!!” he yelled.

Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm. He has locked the hen-houses. (His drunkenness) The piss made him forget the pop-holes. Ring of light emitted from the lantern. He lurched across the yard Kicked his boots off . Drew a bottle of sauce (beer). Trudged, up the stairs. Mrs. Jones was already snoring.

Thud. Thud. He ran down the straight, desolate road. He had to escape. He had too. It was his only hope of living a fruitful life. He was free. Crash! He turned around. He saw his captor, his abductor. His nightmare. The abductor started sprinting at an incredible rate towards him. Anger in his eyes. Kyle. That was his name. The boy started running again, but only a miracle would save him. He was nearly on him. He could smell the sweat and overused deodorant on him. This was it. He was never going to have a normal life. He fell to the ground. He sobbed. He was Kyle’s again. Suddenly, he got an idea. He whipped out his Lynx Australia and blasted Kyle in the face. The smell was too horrid. Too Australian. With a guttural scream, he collapsed on the ground, melting into the black, rough ground. The boy stood. Lynx can in his hand. The can fell from his hands, clattering onto the ground. He started seeing black in his vision. The last thing he saw was the murderous, horrid, hairy face of the wild Kyle.

Dunno bout long im stuck. Pls gimme ideas.

A man was walking through the mall. He ran into his best friend, who was walking the other way. In sync, they pause when they saw each other and began to talk. “How are you?” His friend said. “I’m mostly OK”

The road was filled with the echos of hard steps, coming from a girl running down the road. Running as fast as she could, she took off down the road. The girl was gunned it down the road.

Dust settled on a layer of sand, confined to an area by short wooden walls. A filthy animal digs his hands into the soft, tanned grains of sand. Hard, quick breaths could be heard, results of many minutes of tough, vigorous labour. His older friend was also by his side, helping him. His friend was used to the time-consuming work, and worked much faster than the pale skinned child. But the pale skinned toddler was an intellectual, and had brought the highly efficient CAT 374F L digger to the sandbox, and started using it to dig the sand.

The Race (No W)

There’s a hot minute on the clock. The track damp and moist from the night before. Spotlights flooded the area in a bright light, illuminating the entire arena. The marbles pushed against each other at the start, behind the gates that release them a the sound of a gunshot. 3. The audience falls silent as they prepare for the race. 2. The marbles seem to tense up, ready to bolt at the first possible moment. 1. The hand of the referee tightens around the gun’s trigger. BANG. The gates are released and the marbles thunder across the first straight, hitting and smashing into each other as they near the first bend. Ducktape takes the lead after smoothly gliding over the first corner, the others in his trail. Red Number 3 starts to gain on Ducktape as they hit the first jump, but hand on! Ducktape hits Red Number 3 out of the park. That’s going to be a DNF for him. Marbley McMarbleface also looks like a contender for first place. Here they go into the final stretch, the hot minute nearly over. Marbley McMarbleface in the lead, this looks like it’s gonna be easy dubs for him. Ducktape is fading . This is not a good moment for him. Nearing the half point marker as Ducktape suddenly stops fading. He’s going faster. HE’S GOING FASTER. OMG I don’t believe it. It looks as if Ducktape is gonna pull this one back. He’s overtakes Marbley McMarbleface, leaving him to eat his dust. The audience cheers as Ducktape races over the finish line to guarantee his easy dubs. This looks like a GG to me. Marbley McMarbleface kneeling in front of his superior as he recognizes his defeat. An incredible day today at the Marble Olympics Official Arena. That’s going to be all for today folks, and see you at the closing ceremony for medals, and Marbley McMarblefaces ritual of defeat. See you next time, on OMO TV!

The Race (No M)

There’s a hot bit on the clock. The track soggy and wet after the night before. Spotlights flooded the area in a bright light, lighting up the the entire arena. The aggies pushed against each other at the start, behind the gates that release at the sound of a gunshot. 3. The audience falls silent as they prepare for the race. 2. The aggies appear to tense up, ready to bolt at the first possible second. 1. The hand of the referee tightens around the gun’s trigger. BANG. The gates are released and the aggies thunder across the first straight, hitting and striking into each other as they near the first bend. Ducktape takes the lead after effortlessly gliding over the first corner, the ieothers in his trail. Red No. 3 starts to gain on Ducktape as they hit the first incline, but hang on! Ducktape hits Red No. 3 out of the park. That’s going to be a DNF. Chocolatiers also looks like a contender for first place. Here they go into the final stretch, the hot few seconds nearly over. Chocolatiers in the lead, this looks like it’s gonna be easy dubs. Ducktape is fading . This is not a good. His career over if he loses. Nearing the halfway point as Ducktape suddenly stops fading. He’s going faster. HE’S GOING FASTER. WOW I don’t believe it. It looks as if Ducktape is gonna pull this one back. He’s overtakes Chocolatiers, leaving it to eat his dust. The audience cheers as Ducktape races over the finish line to guarantee his easy dubs. This looks like a GG not gonna lie. Chocolatiers kneeling in front of his superior as he recognizes his defeat. An incredible day today at the Aggie Games Official Arena. That’s going to be all for today folks, and see you at the closing awards for prizes, and Chocolatiers ritual of defeat. See you next again, on AGO TV!

Pig : (negative) – Greedy, dirty, filthy, disgusting, stupid, fat. (Positive) – Yummy, tasty.

Hot : (negative) – boiling, burning, scorching. (positive) – warm, friendly, shining, bright.

Wolf : (Negative) – Vicious, dangerous, fierce. (Positive) – loyal, intelligent, smart, brave.

A summers day in Wanaka : Short Story

The radiant sun shone on the people, lying in the sand. Crystal clear water shot out from under the boats, running over the waves of the deep, blue lake. Heat waves traveled across the beach, hitting everything in it’s path.

The unbearable, glaring sun blinded the people lying in the sand, scorching everything that the sun could see. Many tried to take refuge under the shade of trees and building, to no avail. The temperature was a horrifying sight to see, and everyone thought, ‘When will this end!’

The sky glowed a vibrant orange as the sun started to fall below the horizon. Birds chirped and played together near the streams and the peaceful village. Villagers laughed and grinned as they performed their daily tasks. A small castle sat above them to the south, shielded by the alps behind it. The faint clatter of metal against metal could be heard from the village as the region’s brave protectors honed their skills with the sword. Archers flexed their bowstrings, already bored of firing arrow after arrow into the canvas covered wood. I stared at my opponent, drilling into his cold, calculating eyes. We circled round each other waiting for the first move. I struck first. Quickly, I stepped to the right and swung an underhand blow.

The soldier stopped it with a loud clang and said, “Too easy! I saw that coming from a mile away!”

But my intention was not to strike him but to test his defenses, and I immediately saw his weaknesses. He held the sword too tight, and I knew with just one hard hit would knock it out of his hand. He was nervous, not doubt because of my reputation. I did not want to tease him any longer, and moved in to finish him off.

I feinted another underhand and put all my strength into an overhand swing, slamming it into the ground. I lifted the sword to his throat and stopped. The soldier felt the prick of the sword and a single drop of blood run down his chest. He stepped away, the fear evident on his face.

“Too easy?” I said smugly. “2 hits was all it took”, and I reached out to shake his hand.

Just as he raised his hand, a young boy ran into the middle of the training ground. He tried to speak, but his ragged gasping breaths made his word incomprehensible. I waited until he had caught his breath and asked him, “What brings you here?”

“The Dreadnoughts, they’re here!” He gasped.

“What! Where! How! Where was the warning signals! I yelled.

“They were overrun in seconds. They had no chance. I only survived because…” he wiped a dirty ripped sleeve over his foggy eyes. “Because I ran. I left them. I saw them die. The only reason they’re not here now is because that was just the scouting party. Their main force is a day or two away at best.”

He collapsed into a fit of sobs as he recalled what had happened just hours before. I realised he would tell no more, and turned to the governor.

“We have no chance sir. Our only option is to run. We can hold them off for an hour, but we are too small. You must warn the king of this, or our kingdom will be doomed.” Not finished btw might do it at home coz this is pretty fun =).

Snap…Snap…Click…The sound of a hundred cameras filled the air. Large crowds gathered to silently stare, wide-eyed and the massive beast. Looming over the people, the giant automation glared towards the horizon, bright lights on his body illuminating the night sky. His head scraped the sky and massive machine gun, similar to the MG 17 rested on his shoulder. But the fearsome android didn’t move. He stood as still as a statue, waiting for something to come. All of a sudden, every head on the ground snapped towards the horizon, where a horrible, ugly and disfigured monster scrambled over the mountain top. He screamed a challenge at the monster load enough to destroy every the entire town. The automation started to run at the monster. Slowly, but gaining speed by the second. He drew a massive sword from his belt, whispering as it came smoothly out of the sheath. The monster roared again and charged at the monster. they quickly closed the distance and jumped at each other. The automation, assisted by two huge boosters on each leg, had the high ground of the monster and quickly thrust down at the head of the monster. At the last second, the monster dodged the fatal stroke, but it still made a cut in the monsters back. The monster quickly got up and dump-trucked the automation. The creaks and groans of the metal bending and snapping was audible for miles around. The enlarged MG 17 started spinning the spit 5 M ordnance at the monster ripping the skin to shreds, but it seemed to have angered the beast, not kill it. Blood poured out of the monster, the white of the bones visible for all to see.The monster seemed to laugh with joy as he leaped on the automation and started ripping out the parts of the body. The automation, which had seemed invincible at the start, looked defeated and destroyed. With extreme effort, the robot shook the monster off his back and picked his sword back up. He was missing half an arm and was so damaged it seemed like a miracle that he could stand. He faced down the monster and swung his sword with all his might and missed! The point of the sword sunk into the ground. Leaping into the air, the monster prepared to deal the final blow that would finish off the robot. But as he did that, the robot knelt on one knee. “With the power of the gods, I sacrifice myself to defeat the beast. Give me the power to defeat this beast!” the robot said. And with the last of his energy. He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger. The explosion instantly destroyed everything within a 100 mile radius, and the shock wave flew around the globe. When the dust cleared, the robot saw that he had won, and the light in his eyes slowly flickered out.

Task 1 : I, my, he, she, they , you, me , us, them.

Task 2 : Mine, theirs

Task 3 : 1. 3rd person 2. 3rd person 3. 1st person 4. 3rd person 5. 1st person

Task 4: I trudge slowly down the lonesome road, looking at the abandoned houses and homes. A solitary tear rolls down my cheek. I long for the days when this road was busy and exciting, filled with cars and trucks. I long for the days where the kids were safe to play outside, laughing in the gaze of the shining sun. I long for what was my home. But I cannot change time, and must live with what is. A loner, in the middle of nowhere.

Task 5: A lonely figure walks down the road, shoulders sagging with exhaustion. She stops for a moment, and takes in the desolate, rotten houses. A single tear is visible. She is alone. Or that is what she believes. Invisible to the naked eye, a huddles, skinny boy stares at the person, not knowing if they are friend or foe. He held himself back from rushing out to the person, for he remembered what he had brought upon this loving community the last time he did.