February 22

HWC

On a dark midnight day, in the cold winter air, a bunch of trees prepared for a summertime battle in the corner of the circle. The bald trees pulled out their hair as they ran slowly towards the other trees that were conveniently behind them.

Eating soggy whizz fizz they ran north, they attacked all the other trees in their way, by giving them fertilizer and water to keep them healthy.

Munching on their soggy breakfast cereals, they spat fire at the other trees, so that the other trees could feel nice and warm.

That is the end of this.

 

February 14

HWC

We were moving very fast when a large gust of wind came and stole my lunch.

I glared at my dad. “I told you to put down the window.”

“I’m sorry. Is this not SATISFACTORY for you?” He said.

“Yes actually.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Out of the car.”

I glared at him. “No.”

He glared back. “Yes. Walk to the campsite.”

I spat out my next words. “Fine.”

I jumped out of the car and stalked down the road, though the car quickly overtook me.

By the time I reached the campsite..

Nobody. There was nobody there.

February 11

It came down the drainpipe. I didn’t know what it was, and I didn’t really care about it.

Until it STOLE MY CHOCOLATE. That made me mad, so I did the logical thing. I threw my shoe at it. Nothing happened, except I missed. THEN, to make my day even WORSE, it ATE MY CHOCOLATE.

My beautiful, chocolatey one-dollar chocolate!

I had spent ONE WHOLE DOLLAR on that chocolate, so I wasn’t going to let some weird thing from the drainpipe steal it. It was MINE. MY chocolate. I will fight this thing-from-the-drainpipe with my beautiful life. For my chocolate.

 

December 11

“The tiger was blocking our escape” Said my Grandma, looking through her glasses at me. “There was no way to get out.” My friend gasped loudly. “So what did you do?” She said anxiously. I rolled my eyes and looked at her. My Grandma glared at me. “Well…” She said “Since my granddaughter is being so rude, I don’t think I’ll finish the story.” My friend groaned and looked at me angrily. “But I wanted to hear the end of the story!” She moaned. I snorted as Grandma walked out of the room. “Don’t tell me you actually believed it!

November 22

Transition Session #1

The prompt is but where would we hide it all? 

 

They say she could steal everything from us.

Our most valuable items, our money, even our house.

However, she does not. Many people say it is because she does not want to get in trouble.

However, I know that is not right.

I have seen people ask her to steal for her. However, every time it is the same answer. Every time, she says but where would we hide it all?”

She could steal. The only thing that stops her is that she can’t hide it.

However, I hear somebody convinced her.

Maybe we will all be poor this morning.

November 19

HWC: It’s about chips.

This is my HWC. Its about somebody deciding if they should ask somebody who is unnamed to steal the chips. Here it is.

 

I looked at the large pile of potato chips in front of me. We could steal it, but where would we hide it all? There is nothing for us to hide it in. but, it’s a chip museum. Nobody would care if I stole one tiny chip.

However, I am not allowed to steal chips. I only look for things to steal. I do not think anyone would buy chips for much money.

I glanced over at the door, to check if anyone was watching me. I looked back at the pile of chips, and then walked away. Only chips.

November 1

HWC challenge

Yesterday, I had a weird dream. It was weirder than usual, with weird things and weird stuff. I was swimming through a pool of flame. I had just celebrated Halloween and was stuffing my face with white lollies. The pool kept on changing colour and then I ended up floating in the middle of a giant room full of potatoes. Soon, I fell onto the potatoes and then they turned into chocolate. Then I turned into a cat and started turning on a 180 degree angle for ages in the middle of a river of chocolate.

Hopefully tomorrow is this fun.

October 24

HWC

Another HWC. this time the prompt is as the door slammed, I knew. 

As the door slammed, I knew I was in trouble.

The loud bang of wood hitting wood echoed around the house for a few seconds. Then the sound of somebody stomping down the stairs like a crazed hippo followed not long after. I listened to the sound of somebody throwing themselves onto the couch and sighing loudly. When somebody slams the door in my house, there’s trouble, or something has gone horribly wrong.

When I heard that sound, I knew that something bad would happen.

Yep. When he’s mad or sad or angry my brother eats all the good food.

October 19

HWC week 6 ’18

Here is my HWC. I found this hard to do.

 

WANTED

Name:

Angus Losboot

Age:

?

Crime:

throwing 8 outfits into a lake.

Last seen:

at a shopping centre.

History:

18 parking tickets, 25 speeding fines, 17 other crimes committed (such as murder, robbery and refusing to serve dinner), served 9 years in jail at a time. First started crimes in 1914. Usually seen wearing darkly coloured clothes (black)

Things you should know:

Likes to drink beer. Travels all around the globe and is attracted to snakes and other poisonous creatures.

 

If seen, do not approach because he is very grumpy. Call 911 or 000 If he is ever sighted.

WANTED

Name:

Angus Losboot

Age:

?

Crime:

throwing 8 outfits into a lake.

Last seen:

at a shopping centre.

History:

18 parking tickets, 25 speeding fines, 17 other crimes committed (such as murder, robbery and refusing to serve dinner), served 9 years in jail at a time. First started crimes in 1914. Usually seen wearing darkly coloured clothes (black)

Things you should know:

Likes to drink beer. Travels all around the globe and is attracted to snakes and other poisonous creatures.

 

If seen, do not approach because he is very grumpy. Call 911 or 000 If he is ever sighted.

October 12

HWC: most treasured object.

My most treasured object is small and has golden brown hair.

It has large ears and a long tail with long hairs and it has a long wet tongue and loves to run around in the garden. my most treasured object is gentle and sweet and loves to eat food. My most treasured object is cute and has brown eyes and is mostly happy. My most treasured object is like the glue that unites my family. My most treasured object is a nice adorable thing who likes everyone she meets.

I love my most treasured object, and it loves me.

That was my HWC about my most treasured object. Can you guess what it is?