THE CRAWLING
by A.N.Ross


My hair suddenly stood on end. I ran down the maze like tunnels. the sound of their many foot prints came closer. I turned my head round while I ran I saw the occasional antenna or fangs round a cornor. I then bumped into something I looked it was a wall I saw another tunnel I ran down it. I looked at the various tracks on the ground. I kept running and then one of them came out of a tunnel.
It ran down another tunnel it chased me. It's jaws snapping with hunger. It was was larger then the ones that would crawl on your picnic food. I then found myself in a large chamber were the monsters crawled around. A creature the size of a swimming pool was seated. Then the one behind me caught up and let out a cry. They all looked at me and charged would I escape.
I gabbed what looked like a root and climbed it. I almost made it to a tunnel high above the chamber then I heard a buzzing. I looked down and saw some of them were flying up. I climbed and then I reached a tunnel next to the root. I crawled through the tunnel while they could not fit I then reached the top and sunlight shone on me filling me with hop. Then the buzzing came. I turned and saw the monsters crawling over the rocks and flying through the air.
I ran into the grass it was like a forest to me. I kept running then I fell. I was in a metal pipe it was rusty and full of mud I kept runnig. Then I noticed a light I ran to it. It wasn't sun it was large section of the sewer. I was as wide as Loch Ness. It had been an open man hole that hade been the light I was looking for.
Then I looked down among the muck, rubbish, and dead rats floating in the water there was a glow. The gross stuff it touched turned into the samething. I turned the other way but crawling all over the pipe were the creatures. I had a difficult desion to make become bug food or green goop.
Then the rusty pipe broke and me with the monsters fell into the green slime. I saw them turn into green slime while I grew. I grew to my normal size I saw a ladder and I climbed up it I pushed the man hole up. I was under the playpark I climbed out of the sewer and my clothes dried immedently and I ran home.


A MOMENT IN TIME
by A.N.Ross


In the future(about the year 2090) theres a boy called Ben he is an inventor. His dad invented everything in Robotown(the most futuristic place on Earth.
Ben's Hero is his dad and Ben has wanted to follow in his father's footsteps since he was five. He had his own lab too. This is how his Wensday normally goes: 10:00amm story starts at the swimming pool. Ben's school went to the swimming pool Ben was a thin boy with Black hair and green eyes.
The life bot was scanning the pool for people who needed help. Ben had strange goggles on.
"They let me see underwater like normal goggles", said Ben,"But they also let me breathe underwater".
Ben loved making gadgets for every day activites. His super gogs were as he called them were a big success.
5:23pm the science fair: Ben's super gogs were successful, but that was not what he made for the science fair. When the judges came to his table he said,"This is my prototype street cleanerbot. Only one can make a city the size of London spotless from say 1:00am to 4:00am".
For the fith year in a running he one the science fair.
7:12 Ben's house: Ben was in his bedroom/lab and workshop. He had already e-mailed the street cleaner bot blue prints to his dad's office so he got ready to walk his robot dog M.A.C.(Mechanical automated cainine). One hour later they got home and got ready for bed. M.A.C. walk over to a dog bed in the cornor. His legs and neck retracted into hi box shaped body and his legs and head remained out.
Ben climbed into bed amd said,"I hope something great happens tomorrow and then he fell asleep.


MUSTARD TO TRAINS
by A.N.Ross


This is sam he loves to eat( he ate so much his tummy was like a bolder). He had a mustash that pointed in all directions. Sam lived in the Victornian period. His cousin ran a mustard company and gave him a job.
Sam's wife worked in a kitchen were she was paid very little. Sam ate so much they could only get three days threw the week. Sam's house was 5 miles from the shop were he worked so he had to ride a horrable penny farthing which had a back wheel that wobbled when it moved.
On the tweenty secound of December some horrible news came. Sam was selling Bill's9his cousin) christmas mustard. When he was filling up the empty shalves his wife came into the shop covered in snow.
"What are you doing here? asked Sam,"I thought you were going to be home late".
"I was fired",said Sam's wife,"for burning the christmas pudding".
Sam opened his mouth to say something, but closed it.
"I'll go home and get dinner started", said Sam's wife. Sam was left in the cold shop all alone he only got one pound for his job his wife got two pounds.
Two days later it was Chritmas. Sam and his wife were invited to Sam's uncle's house for Christmas dinner. Sam got a winter hat and a lunch bag. After dinner Bill gave same Sam a bag Sam opened the bag and he saw many, many pound coins.
"I heard that your wife lost her job so I decied to give you all the money you need", said Bill.
"This much money will get me my dream job", said Sam.
"Now you can go and work a train nd see the country", said Sam's father.
Two months later after Sam passed his training and was on the railroad as a conducter and his wife was a waitress in the food cart. Sam was so happy now he got to travel all over Briten in what h e called the perfect way to travel.
And that is the story of Mustard to Trains.


JHONE AND THE HARPIE (this story has some old scottish words)
by A.N.Ross

A lang, lang time ago in the days of olang Sune there was a Glen that was cried the Glen o Fire. The Glen o Fire had a problem. Every two days a harpie came and took a koo or a sheep and took it tae it's nest at skull hill. A harpie is half lassie half bird.
Jhone a smert eight year old laddie was ready a book at the foot of Skull Hill when some bones fell frae Skull Hill Jhone said,"That harpie ate a coo taht could feed the whole village".
The village leader said,"That harpie is a horrIble Beastie. We need our coos and sheep fae food an warth".
"I'll get rid of that harpie", said Jhone.
"You laddie", said the village leader,"Yer only a wean".
"I may be a bairne, but I'm smart", said Jhone.
The next day Jhone packed a nice haggis and put on some warm claes. He was going tae talk tae the harpie, On he foot o Skull Hill he looked up at the terrafing moutain and then turned round.
He said,"Come on Haggis".
Haggis was a wee mouse that was Jhone's pet.
Jhone pit him in a pocket of his bag that had berries and straw for him. An Jhone began tae climb Skull Hill and get tae the Harpie.
Soon Jhone and Haggis were at the top and Jhone climbed inside a cave. There were bones everywhere!


THE PAINTING
by Agria Agori a.k.a David Hendry


10th october, a day of autumn, a cold brisk day with grey sky and harsh icy winds spreads the whole of England like ink on water. Colours of orange, brown and read covers the paths of the busy streets. Gentlemen and women trudge through the leaves, muttering and swearing at the accursed weather. The singing of birds and honking of vechles echo through the alleyways, pavements and roads. All of this didi not stop dear old Ms Lucy Jenkins. Her optimistic shallow personality blocked away the honking and the swearing and heard it as nothing but silence. She looked forward to buting a gift for her husband's birthday. She found it unusual, She knew the streets fully well and she never heard of the shop she was going to.l The shop she saw was old and dark brown. The windows reflected the cars and pedestians. Plants pots sat on the green window ledge. distatcting people from murky bricks and the rusted writing, "Antiques.
She gagged at the old musty odour of smoke and dust. Old toys and books lay on the dusty carpet, surniture coated with grime on the fancy wood carvings, as if the shop owner cared nothing for his antiques, less then his shop.
"Can I help you?" questioned an oily voice.
Mrs Jenkins jumped with fright and shiftly turned around and saw a man in his 20's with scruffy brown hair, hazel eyes, a fancy white shirt, a chequered blue and beige sleevless sweater, black trousers and polished black shoes. A man like him couldn't possibly run a business in a dreadful state. His fingers were interlaced around a black wooden cane with a brass top. The way he smiled was kind, but with a slight twist of shreudness like he was a man you should not make a deal with.
"Can I help you", He repeated.
"Oh yes. It's my husbands's birthday and.."she continued.
"Ah yess", he interupted. "Luckily I have lot's of gifts for such occations"
Mrs Jenkins scanned the undescribable mess of aniques and other things. She gave the mysterious shop owner a confussed look, but he gave her a michevous grin in return.
"Follow me", He said, gesturing towards a crimson red door. He turned and and strided towards the door, the tapping of the cane followed his footsteps. Mrs Jenkins came scuttling after him. The room past the door was completely different from the entrance. Fancy vaces, all in different shapes and sizes, old toys but cleaner and fixed and mirrors large and small. But there was a strange aura in the air. Almost as if there was more than just aniques, something no human should have in their attic.
"Unique toys for children of all ages, old dress for woman and novels, big and small for smart men, gifts for people at birthdays, chirstmas and anniverseries", He spoke proudly as if that was slogan of the shop.
Mrs Jenkins saw nothing of her husbends likings, he adored books but none of them were her husbands intrest.
"I'm sorry sir", she said, "But there is nothing my husbend would like".
He gave her the same mischevous grin as if he knew she was going to say that.
"Fortunatly, he said slyly." I always have a last resort".
He strode towards a golden rope, dangling near a royal blue curtain, then he pulled the rope and the curtains parted. It revealed a wonderful gifted. By the top of her voice she cried.
"Oh I love it!"

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.06.2011

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