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Keep your eyes open for new additions of student writing to our writing page! “Gulp”. I scowl at the tree as though I wanted to strangle it. I put my filthy hands on the gooey tree and begin my putrid journey to the top. Branch by branch I was going up, up and up. I didn't know what I was doing. All I was thinking was “Don't fall, don't fall”. “Arrgh”, something shiny caught my eye… Reannes watch. So that’s where it got to. I reach out to pocket it. There were other things there that were shiny as well. What kind of creature would do all this collecting? I was about to find out. Smack! “Arrgh”. The owner of the nest collided with my arm. It was as if it wanted the watch back. It kept coming back for more. It was my enemy, the magpie. “You!” I had had experiences with this dude. He tried to make me bald a few weeks back. I desperately wanted to strangle that magpie instead of the tree. Before he could attack again, I took advantage and started to climb down and down. “Half way”, I thought, then slip, smack, thump. I hit the ground hard. I got up muttering swear words under my breath. “You may have won the battle but you have not won the war! By Taylor Parker || You wouldn't believe what happened. . . It was a dark Saturday night when a flash of bright yellow lightning flashed. I cuddled up in my wooden bed. I heard "hehehe" from downstairs so I snuck out of bed and went and peeked down into into the brown lounge room. Right in front of me was a ugly looking lady. But again and again I heard a weird noise. Suddenly the lady turned around. I saw a gross looking wart on her ugly face. "Who is there?" I whimpered but I did not want to say anything. I made a big thud. Some one is actually there. "I heard you come out of where ever you were" I said to her. "No I won't!" I said in a strong voice. The old lady who was really my mother flew away on her broom stick. I found out that I was a good witch and I live d happily ever after with my real mother.
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 * On a mild day, I walk out of our neighbours land alive. Luckily!

By Christal ||

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