Kyle swerved around another corner clipping the kerb. He was driving in darkness, relying only on his memory of the town. He had his headlights turned off in case anybody spotted him . He was heading towards the tunnel which was the only way out of town. Kyle clipped another kerb and decided to slow down a bit. 10 minutes on and he was midway through the tunnel. Kyle could hear something coming towards him.Suddenly a truck came out of nowhere. The light blinded him. He skidded off course and was heading towards the cliff edge. He tried to brake but it was too late.
Yes, finally, my first case! I immediately started looking for the murderer. Where could he be, I thought? As I read the newspaper I discovered that as he escaped from the crime scene, he stole a bike and cycled away. I decided to search the forest. I don’t know why I chose to search it, I just had a feeling there would be something interesting there. And I was right, as I strolled through the forest I could see something in the distance. When I advanced closer to the mysterious object, I could make out a bike. But the thing that shocked me was that the bike was stuck in the tree. Evidence! Finally, I thought…
I slowly walked into the swamped corridor of our sinking ship. I was down here looking for my friends that were trapped behind a huge metal door. As I reached for the handle, I wondered what was behind the door. Well there was only one way to find out, I thought. I wrenched open the door. Immediately gallons of water rushed at me like a bus. I was knocked off my feet and got swept down the corridor and forced against the wall. Suddenly something hit me. I opened my eyes and saw something horrifying, one of my friend’s motionless body. That’s when it hit me. I had to find a way out soon.
The day had come! Somebody had finally bought me! Soon I would be out of this sweltering hot packet and into fresh air and light! Suddenly I heard a loud rumble and I was jolted back. I was excited as we drove around the bumpy road. So bumpy that someone dropped me and I fell out of the car. I got sick and dizzy as I flew through the air. Then my packet hit a hard surface and ripped open. I never expected things to go like this. I walked awkwardly out of the ripped packet. Then I saw these red bugs all around me. A chill went down my spine.
Once upon a time there was a farmer. The farmer had bulls , horses, goats, sheep and geese. He was quite proud of his bull. He weighed 1.5 tonnes in weight. At this time the farmer was very sick but nobody knew. One day the bull broke out chasing the horse and the sheep around the yard. A neighbour came to tell the man about the bull. When he realised he was dying he called an ambulance. The man came out the very same day. If the bull didn’t break out the man would have died. In memory of the animals three statues were built.
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It was only my colleague Kate and I now. We were looking for ancient bones in a cave nicknamed “Skeleton Cave”. We walked carefully through the tight space looking for bones and possibly ancient treasure. Kate dropped a twig every metre or two so we wouldn’t get lost. As we turned a corner we found a huge pile of bones. We knelt down and started examining the ancient looking bones. I took out my camera and started taking pictures from multiple angles. Kate began putting a few bones in a clean plastic bag with gloves on. Then suddenly I looked around and she was gone, but how could she just disappear? I quickly stood up and looked everywhere. What now?
New day, new case. My business partner walked in holding a brown envelope. I opened it thinking it was a prank or something but it was actually a case. I turned and looked at Skipper. “That’s a bit weird,” I said. Most people come in and tell us the case, not send it in the post. The case was about a little girl who went missing more than a week before. She was last seen in the park. She was with her friends when she disappeared. Her friends ran ahead while she was tying her shoe lace. They say she disappeared but how can she just disappear like that, without a trace?
My friends and I scrambled in through the window and into the wretched scene. Broken chairs, cracked walls, and shattered windows. It was easily recognisable as the abandoned mansion. I had been wanting to explore this mansion with my friends for a long time but unfortunately they are too scared. Luckily for me I convinced them just enough for them and I to end up here. An old rumour has it that a ghost girl roams the dilapidated mansion. We went up the rugged stairs and up onto a landing. But suddenly my heart skipped a beat and I saw the ghost girl. Then she disappeared. But how could she disappear? Was this magic?
“Help!” screamed the girl. Johanna, an ordinary girl, was after fleeing from her home situated in the small town of Hawkins. Eventually they caught up with her, she was doomed! They began to ask her questions but she was very reluctant. Then they said something that hit very close to home they promised that she would see her family again if she just cooperated. She agreed and told them everything. After the interview her dad came in and told her the tragic news about her mother. He said: “She just disappeared.” Johanna wondered to herself saying: “But how could she just disappear?”
We were working on the main building site in New York. It was a hot sunny day. I was walking down the street for lunch. There were 7 men standing around what seemed to be a girl standing on a man hole. The men had seemed to be wearing bandanas over their mouths and noses. I looked over again and that was when I noticed she was gone. I thought to my self, but how could she just disappear? I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who thought it as there were many people around who looked as clueless as me…
Tom, Selma, Ben and Ethan were going to an escape room. Ethan had won a prize to go with 3 friends. On Saturday, 19th of January, the four children went off to the warehouse full of different escape rooms. Ethan’s dad, John, drove them all there. They were asked at the front counter what theme of room they would like. They agreed on the basic murder mystery. Half way through the hour they had, Selma went to the fake fire place, looking for clues. Suddenly there was a scream. Selma was gone. But how could she just disappear like that?
Just as I sat down in my car, ready to have my well deserved lunch break, a car zoomed past me. “Oh no!” I said to myself, ” not again.” Immediately I sped after the speeding car. Keeping one eye on the road, I searched for my handcuffs. As I gained more speed, I caught up to the car. Just then I made out a woman driving the car. Suddenly she turned left. I looked towards where she was heading, but there was just a brick wall there, a dead end. Then suddenly the car and driver disappeared! I immediately spoke into my radio and reported what had happened. The person on the radio questioned, ” But how could she just disappear?” she asked. “I don’t know,” I said…
One day I just was playing soccer with my friends and my friend Josh and I went to town and bought some sweets. Suddenly we saw this girl. She said she knew magic and Josh and I didn’t believe her until she decided to prove to us that she could. When she was going to do the magic she told Josh and me to turn around and count to 1 and we did that. We turned back around and but how could she just disappear like that? We were shocked and out of nowhere she came back and said, “And what? Magic isn’t real?”
“We lost him. I can’t do anything about it.”Clara cried after James was lost. When the last drop of tear fell to the ground, Newt, still in despair, turned on the engine thinking about the mistake he had made. While Clara sat, she said “Newt… ” and then disappeared. In a lowly voice he spoke, “But how could she just disappear? How?” As he sat in the seat and getting ready to take off, he felt uncomfortable and he spoke his last words with a low voice as he fought for breath.
Mr Johnson looked up from his work. Something was wrong. The classroom was… quiet. He scanned the classroom and his eyes froze over an empty desk. Emily’s desk. “Class, has anybody seen Emily?” asked Mr Johnson. “She was here a minute ago,”replied Eva. “I’ll notify the principal,” said Mr Johnson ” But how could she just disappear?”
In fact Emily was on the other side of town with a half eaten sandwich and a bottle of Club Orange. “This is the life,” she thought to herself. She got up and walked out of the shop.
It was an ordinary day for jenny. It was bowling night. Jenny and her family would go because the two boys Tim and John loved it. Her sister didn’t really like bowling, probably because she was 17. After Jenny and her family had dinner. Then they went to bed.
It was the next morning. Jenny had to face another day of school. School itself wasn’t bad for her. The bully was the problem. She wasn’t having a bad enough day to forget she had a test. As she was walking down the hall she met the bully made a laugh of Jenny. Jenny just wanted to go away to disappear so she did. But how could she just disappear? Be careful what you wish for.
I couldn’t feel my legs. All I saw, when I glanced up, was my brother lying on the floor. I was terror-stricken. My mother was in this plane too.I turned my head to see her in her seat. Her seat belt was choking her. Her neck was all purple. But my brother was more damaged than my mother. I had to keep one of them alive. I turned over to my brother as quickly as I could, desperately trying to get to him. I suddenly felt hollow and dizzy. Well, it was all coming from tough, disturbing, bizarre scene around me. BUT HE AWOKE. I was so thankful. I turned my attention to my mother only to see nothing .But how could she just disappear…?
It had been 2 months since Ciara O’ Brien disappeared and we were getting nowhere in the investigation until we found, hidden amongst the hedge shrubs where she was last seen, a little penknife with specks of blood on the open blade. We brought it back to the lab and got it analysed so we could identify whose blood was on the knife. When the results came back, it was Ciara’s blood as well as somebody else’s fingerprints on the handle. We now had a murderer and Ciara’s body to find but how could she just disappear when she was seen by loads of people in broad daylight?
I thundered down the alleyway in pursuit of the paranormal being I had spotted during my nightly jog. I soldiered on, my heart beating in my chest like a drum, my head pounding, my legs starting to weaken. As I rounded a corner, a shiver ran down my spine like an icy finger. There it was, though to be polite, there she was. A young girl of but 6 or 7, but pale, ghostly pale. She was staring at me. Out of nowhere, she started getting paler and paler, thinner and thinner, until she vanished into thin air.
“But how could she just disappear?” I wondered curiously. Suddenly, my surroundings started to fade, my complexion turning pale too, just like the girl’s…
My partner Jimmy and I were in the middle of an intense highway pursuit of a 46 year old Mrs Chan, a math teacher at the local school. She was in a red Ford Mustang and just because she was a teacher doesn’t mean I was going to go easy on her. She took a sharp left into a dirt bike stadium and then she took a sharp right and boom! But how could she just disappear?
“Copy. We lost the subject on Westend, Fortune Valley. Mission failed. We’ll get her next time, Chief.”
“Copy, over and out.”
I was in pursuit of a bank robber who seemed to be a female. I’ve been on the force about 14 years and have dealt with lots of bank robbers in my time but this particular one was different. As she turned the corner in her 1979 mustang, I received a call from my wife. I hung up and continued driving but when I turned the corner, there was no one there, only other cars but no 1979 mustang. But how could she just disappear? And that thought will stay with me until I’m on my deathbed. Hopefully, someone else would figure it out.
One day I was bored. My mom asked what was wrong. I told her and she suggested that we go out. So off we went to see this spectacular nine year old magician. It took 2 hours to get there but it was worth it. We were in the middle of a carnival. We went on bumper cars, a ferris wheel and then it was time the go see the magic show. It took a few minutes for everyone to enter but all of a sudden the little girl appeared out of nowhere. she welcomed everyone. She did lot of tricks and she said she would disappear. Bang and she was gone but how could she just disappear?
I know this world is another dimension, but how could she just disappear like that!? Then I heard a screech, that tore me from my thoughts. I turned slowly, just glimpsing the creature I had to catch. I fired my glu gun, hoping that it would be trapped,but it kept circling me until… WHAM!!! I was thrown against the wall by an almighty force. I leaped to my feet and checked my suit for damage. As I was doing this, I heard a snarl. I unhitched my glu gun from my utility belt, spun on my foot and shot the monster,trapping it in a chamber.I shrank the box and went back to base.
I was just coming home from work when I realised I still had a long day to go. 2 pink, flying, bubble shaped objects were flying in the sky. Questions fired into my head. I quickly called the police. As I watched I couldn’t make out whether there was something inside the half transparent object or not. Was it empty? Police quickly arrived in their squad cars. Each car had a mountain bicycle on top of it, probably to go up the mountains for a better view. Police were taking videos and pictures. 20 minutes later the area was flooded with people. Then suddenly the 2 flying objects lit up very brightly and disappeared……
We sat in our tent waiting for something to happen. Jim was chewing pink chewing gum and blowing bubbles. I was reading a book when we heard the sound of a truck approaching our camp. When it came through the gate it was riddled with bullet holes. We all went to the back of the truck to see it half empty with wounded men from Baghdad, the rest were dead. Now it was our turn to fight in Baghdad. We piled into a truck and drove to Baghdad. When we reached Baghdad, we jumped out of the truck and moved to where enemy forces were. As we walked we saw a civilian on a bicycle and more on the streets. Suddenly shots rang out and dirt was flung everywhere. We dived for cover behind a building and fired back in the direction of the shots. This was going to be a long battle.
I scampered along the busy, urban areas with the pink bicycle that I had stolen. I was being chased by highly -intelligent robots that only had one goal: to kill me. I thought I had been working for a bank company but instead I was working for a highly illegal spy group that hired me to use me. Suddenly one of the robots fired a scorching hot laser only to miss me by centimeters. I rushed into an alleyway and hit a dead end. My eyes scanned the alley and focused on a tub heating on a fire. I threw the tub of water that was boiling so high that you could see the bubbles. The robots had no hope. I was safe for now…
The house was empty, or so it seemed. This was no ordinary house though. In fact it was very unusual. The door was bright pink! But everything else was either black or grey.
Jim and I had used our bicycle to get here. Yes, the bicycle we shared, so it would be hard to escape if we needed to. I said this to Jim and he said “That’s nonsense, you’re exaggerating.”
When we entered the building, it felt very unstable but I trusted Jim. Suddenly a loud bang shot through the air. It was as if a gun had been fired. Then bubbles started appearing at the end of the hallway. This was really a mad house. When we decided to leave, it was too late, we were trapped.
” Today the evil scientist, Bobby Sport, was arrested for making a deadly pink acid.” said the TV reporter.” The bubbles from the acid could kill people and destroy metal and carbon fibre vehicles. He was arrested after some of his employees rang the police and told them what was happening and what he was making.He will be sentenced in the coming week.”
Meanwhile, all of his factories around the world have been closed and will be inspected thoroughly. All of his employees have been let go and there are now over 100,000 people without work across the world.
“Get out now!”
I had just been fired from work. I went home but it was empty, nothing at all left. I went for some interviews. I went for a local one and they said “Okay, you are good enough to work here, see you tomorrow at 7:30.” I went to buy a new bicycle. I was cycling past a park and there was a lot of bubbles. There was a bubble artist. I gave him £5. He said, “Thank you so much.” I asked, “How long have you being doing the bubbles?” He said 10 years. THE END
Today I was going to finish my invention. I was trying to make bikes faster. I was going to fire pink bubbles out of the bicycle. Also when it was empty I would just pull a string so the can would tip and it would be done. So I took it to the competition and everyone loved it. I got second place . My family were delighted. Could I have come up with the best way to travel?
I was riding on my bicycle when I heard what sounded like a pistol that had been fired.So I went over to check it out. I was behind the wall across the road from what was happening. I peeked out from behind the wall to see a house robbery. There were these three guys, dressed up in ripped clothes. They had black masks on. After about five minutes of thinking should I get involved or walk away. I decided to help. I was making my way over through the empty parking spots. I saw a little girl wearing pink. I saw bubbles of water slide down the stairs. And a man in red coming towards me…
It is my birthday today and I am opening my presents. I got a bubble blower that can make any colour. I also got a bike. I played a game and fired pink bubbles at my new bicycle until the bubble container was empty. Then I refilled it and made them blue. I spent the next hour dyeing my bike and in the end had a very colourful bike. My mother called me for cake. The cake was a huge five-tier cake with pictures of video games on the side. Then I watched a movie and went to bed.
I looked like a total fool, riding around town on my sister’s bicycle. It wouldn’t have been too bad if it wasn’t bright pink. As I went around the park, I hit a pothole which sent me flying into the muddy grass. Cycling home, I started going up and down. The wheel popped. My parents forced me into the bath, full to the brim with bubbles. In the bath, my toy pirate fell overboard.
“Fire the cannons!” I said to myself, as if I was the captain of the ship. Everyone fired the cannons but the barrels were empty.
Last week, I bought a bicycle. It was powered by pink bubbles. It was a 1959 bicycle, the first bicycle to have wheels the same size. I fired in the bubbles. It made a weird growling sound. I opened the bubble container. It was completely empty. What would I do now? I then remembered my sister who had some pink bubbles in her room but I would have to be careful. She was very serious about people taking her stuff. I quickly tiptoed in and I saw the pink bubbles. I took them. I then felt something licking me. It was all just a dream and my dog had woken me up.
Just as Ben cycled his bicycle past, he heard a gun shot being fired. Streets were silent and houses wretched after the bombing. Something strange appeared to him. Slowly he moved to the door way, gazing at the pink, coloured wall.
“IS SOME ONE HERE!,CAN YOU HEAR ME?!”
It seemed to be empty when he heard …
“Steps,” he repeated. “STEPS!”
He couldn’t believe that he was seeing bubbles coming up. It was Jake, his old neighbour.
“Jake,”he said. “We need to go. They’re here. We need to go.”
He dashed with him to the bike and got away.