Alone

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Alone

I rose above the clouds. Clutching the umbrella, gripping the bag, I drifted gently upwards. Past
Saturn, past Jupiter. Was this natural? Not necessarily. Comets flashed around me, but I didn’t
bat an eyelash. It all seemed pale in comparison to what had happened before.

My sister was gone. Stolen by… someone? Something? It wasn’t her time, but she had to go.
A tear traced its way down my cheek. I scrubbed it away, this was not the time for crying. Not
here, not now. The clouds were light and fluffy, the sky below me pale lilac, the sky about dark
navy. Saturn was perched beside me, a massive gas giant. Comets traced the sky, and I was
lost. Lost in cloud. Lost in space. Lost, but above all. And above all, I was alone.

The End of : The mysterious observer

I stood on the beach, listening to the waves lapping on the sand. My eyes were closed, arms thrust out as if I was pushing a heavy rock. Maybe I was. My hands didn’t feel anything, long thin fingers touching nothing but feeling the cold of the ocean. Water began to fill in the boat I had targeted, and the person sitting calmly in it jumped up. They looked surprised. My eyes were still closed, but I could sense what was going on. The boat began to overflow, and the figure lept out, towards my island. I burned. This was my island. I’d fought to survive here. I’d built my life here. It was all I had left. My family was gone. My friends were gone. This island gave me something to lose. I was not going to lose it now.

By Annelise :)

The Hook for: The mysterious observer

This is the hook for the start of the story, Ill post the rest separately. Hope you enjoy!

The mysterious observer

The boat began to sink. I fought the urge to scream. My small wooden boat was filling with water,
but there was no hole, no crack, no nothing. I peered at the island looming at the distance. I
figure stood on the sand, arms thrust out. “Dude.” I thought. “You had to sink my boat.
Why not the one over there? The pirate ship. Surely they deserve to be sunk.”

But no. The mysterious figure stood strong on the seashore, and I was probably going to drown.

All because of a misunderstanding.

You Will Pay for This

One

A knock came at the door. Christina rose. “I’ve got it.” She went to the door, baby Timmy in her arms. A soldier stood outside the small house, looking grim. “Hello…”

“Ma’am, I must ask you to leave. This is a matter for your brother and husband. Julian Greenwave, Mark Orangefire, the king wants you dead.”

Christina was shocked. Who wouldn’t be? Her husband, Mark, was taken outside, as was her brother, Julian. She sat there numbly, Timmy slipping from her arms. Christina slid onto the floor and sobbed into a handkerchief. It was lilac silk, embroidered with deep purple flowers. She assumed they were lavender. The door reopened. Christina looked up. The soldier looked uneasy to see her so upset. “Ma’am, I must have a word with you.”

She looked straight into his eyes, wishing she wouldn’t be exiled if she glared at him, boring her eyes straight into his soul. Shakily, Christina got to her feet, her deep blue dress rustling slightly.

“Ma’am, the king has found you a more suitable husband. He wants you to be his wife.” Christina’s eyes widened. “What an honour, huh?” He grinned. “My wife said you should be proud.” He looked proud himself, eyes glowing, as if he was delivering the incredible news. “i...I”

“Speechless, huh? You lucky girl! I must be off. Have a good one, ma’am!”

Christina was dumbfounded. She couldn’t, no, wouldn’t marry him. The king himself! No, surely it was a cruel trick, often played by the king’s messengers. But the soldier looked so proud, so happy.

“Christina!” Julian yelled. Christina blinked.

“Oh, uh, yes, Julian?”

“We’ll run away tonight. Midnight, when the moon is high. Uh, that is, if you want to…”

“I’ll do it.” Christina said immediately.

“And, Christina?” Mark said.

“Mhm?”

“What is that soldier say to you? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

Maybe she had. She wanted tell her husband, but she knew he would tell her to do it, to obey the king. “Oh, nothing.” She said. “Absolutely nothing.”

Two

“Christina. Christina, wake up. We must leave.”

Christina peeled open her eyes. She hauled herself out of bed and got dressed in a simple tan dress.

Soon they were ready. Ready to run. Run from the disagreements. Run from unfairness. Run from the king. Julian's musses stained as hauled massive cartons of supplies onto the canoe.  Christina stepped inside the boat, Timmy held in her arms, a small, fast asleep bundle.

There was a yell. Christina fought back a scream, rumbling with the ropes, untying the canoe… And they slipped away from the bank. They were off! Mark and Julian snacked up paddles, steering them away. A group of soldiers bust from the bushes. Then the king, on a pure white horse. His eyes glittered with malice. “Oh, Christina Greenwave.” He said. “You will pay for this.”

How I show being an Active Learner

Hello Everyone!
Today, I made this in class. The guinea pig is something I thing represents me. Hope you all have a great day!

By Annelise :)

Happiness or Hatred?

Hello, peeps! Annelise here. I wrote a piece of writing in 15 minutes which I really like and thought I should post it on my blog.

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Happiness or Hatred?

Both?

The leaves fell around the tiny bluebird. The crunchy, sunset orange leaves, cascading down,

down, down. The minute bird closed her eyes, letting go of her thoughts, and wrapped herself in

a blanket of nothingness. They rustled her wing feathers, and she raised her tiny wings high.

She breathed deeply, in, out, in out. Then a muffled boom snapped the small bluebird back to

her thoughts, which at that moment consisted of oh, no. something bad is about to happen.

And then it did. A cage around her thoughts, forcing them to stay small and scared. A two legged

monster stepped off a horse, at least she knew what that was. The monster was tall, towering

about the tiny bird, (then again, most things did when you were 10 centimetres tall), It had short

fur, but only on the thing she assumed was a head. It didn’t seem to have any business here,

not in the peaceful forest (of peace). Then it took a sharp looking stick, with sharp bumps along

the sides and pushed it into a massive oak tree. The stick plunged further into the trunk.

The tree groaned, screaming as it fell to the ground with a muffled THUMP. The tiny bluebird

managed not to be squished, but that tree had been her home. The heart of the forest. Her nest

was up there, a tangle of twigs, with three baby blue eggs speckled with gray. Tears ran down

her cheeks as she saw them, two small eggs shattered, the yolk staining the grass orange.

The tiny blue bird swivelled, searching for the third, and saw it. The third was safe, it had

landed on a soft fern.

The bluebird made a new home, in an Giant sequoia tree, but she never forgot the two legged

monster which had murdered her two chicks before they were born. She knew, in her heart,

they would return.

By Annelise :)

Hope you enjoyed my story, have a good day everyone. :)