The judge ordered Joe Chambers to rise. The judge started questioning Joe and immediately his face turned red with guilt. The judge instantly smashed his gavel off the table and exclaimed that Joe Chambers was guilty of murdering Josh Mansly. Joe pleaded with the judge not to sentence him but the clerk silenced him. The judge sentenced Joe Chambers to eight years in prison. Joe looked back at his nauseous wife, her lips quivering, tears pouring out of her eyes. All over one false accusation.
It wasn’t the time yet but we bought it anyway, the red stress ball for Joe. He always gets mad when he plays fortnite so he just throws the ball around the room. I don’t really get mad at him because I laugh at him screaming into his mic,”YOU’RE TRASH, KID”. He goes down and eats his fortnite energy bars to play like Jarvis. It is the most hilarious thing when he says, “YOU’RE A HACKER DUDE, STREAM SNIPER.” I buy him like 7 controllers monthly so that I’m not really happy about but it’s funny anyway!
I blinked and blinked and blinked. I was wide awake and I just could not sleep. I sauntered down the stairs and out the creaking door. I lived near the Flanders Fields in Belgium. My eyes skedaddled from left to right, scanning the beautiful, red poppies. I could picture the trenches and the injured soldiers in my head. I imagined the English and French battling the Germans. I entered the field and glanced at the poppies blowing peacefully in the wind. Four teenagers or young adults emerged from the shadows. They circled me and shouted, “What are you doing here..?!”
There was a new boy coming to the class. I ran to the restroom and came back to see the most outrageous face I have seen in my life. His head was super red. He looked like a super villain from one of my favourite comics.When our teacher left we made fun of his face (which was what I shouldn’t have done). He walked over towards me and gave me a face, so I gave him one too which led to me being beaten so badly. My face was as red as his. I went from being a guy who targets to being the target.
As John walked into the prison, he knew he would have to draw first blood on the prisoner of war. John was a young man who had to prove himself. He walked down the long, dreary corridor of the prison with his new comrades on both sides of him while prisoners of war stood in cages beside them. John sauntered down the corridor with his gun in hand.
” PEW, PEW!” and the prisoner was dead with dark red blood dripping from his body.
“Great stuff, Cadet,” the Sergeant called out but all I could think of was the prisoner’s family.
The creaking door was moving because of the wind blowing. There was a red sign saying no entry. Curiosity got the better of my scruples. The lights were flickering on and off. There was water on the ground which made my shoes squelch. It was dark and damp. There were chandeliers shaking on the ceiling. Doors were opening and closing for no reason. It was said that it was an abandoned school. They said a boy got bullied and he died. He was haunting the school. Suddenly he saw a shadow coming towards him. Boo!! It was only a security guard.
Once again I was standing above the poppy fields. Red spread across the landscape. I remembered all the stories my great grandpa told me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the graveyard where he was buried. He found an unexploded bomb near his house and called some people to dig it out. He was there when a man accidentally set it off.
“Come on, let’s go”.
I didn’t know who said it because I was nauseous, thinking about what happened during the First World War.
Red is for Anger.
At this time anger is the powerful emotion because everyone feels it.
Red is the most feared spirit of all time.
One day, she was walking. It was 1916. It was war everywhere.
She was in Deadman’s Field. She was watching people kill people. She was filled with rage. The fires from hell came up and filled everyone with anger. The war was soon turned to hell.
RED was stopped by gold. He was for goodness.
“Why are you doing this?” Gold yelled.
Gold pushed Red into the flames. Now she burns inside of us.
I walked down the road and saw the red car swerve and hit the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. I couldn’t believe it! The fellow from the movies, that guy you thought lived in Manhattan, actually lived in Ireland. I looked at the superhero reduced to a pile of crushed arms and legs.
So much for spider senses, I said as I walked along the curb and went home. I then heard on the news that night that there was a red car gone rogue and hitting random people on the street. I realised how lucky I was. Then I saw Spider-Man come on the TV and pictured Spider-Man in a crumpled heap on the road .
Hi, my name is Blade. I had one shot, one opportunity. My brother Red was beside me. My brother accidentally shot our own man. I scurried away like a coward. It was my brother got caught red handed. I never saw him again after the war. 5 weeks passed. I was living on the streets thinking but what would have happened to me if I stayed and had not been a coward and let my brother to die? I tried to join the army again but I wasn’t allowed but then I saw him. A white skinned man in a suit said,”Are you Blade?”
Once again at the same time of the same night, I had the nightmare that I have had every single time since it happened. My name Is John Finlay. I was the captain of a squadron advancing towards the German.
One morning, I was awakened by the sound of gunfire. This was not unusual. I got up and went about my duties sorting out the troops. That was when I saw it advancing on us.
I had heard stories about them from other regiments, it was a German tank . I told my troops to start firing . It was the worst thing I could have done. They should have run away but they were loyal men and they stayed firing. They all died but I survived because I hid. I was a coward. I will have nightmares about that day for the rest of my life. And all I can remember is the bodies of my comrades lying dead on the ground, stained red with blood.
“You have to start exercising more, Charlie. It won’t be baby fat forever!” my mother yelped.
My lazy self didn’t want to but my conscience knew I had to. The next day after school, I meandered home lazily. I changed my clothes and made my way to the woods. As soon as I started jogging my morale shifted instantly. After the first lap I was exhausted. My armpits were drenched. It felt like a soggy, disposed teabag had been stuffed down my shirt.
” Just one more,” I whispered to myself quietly.
I could feel the sweat trickling down my puffy cheeks.
“Aaaargh!” I plummeted to the bottom of a hole. I spotted two men with an orange and a yellow pumpkin over their heads. The orange one spoke first. “You’d better have a great excuse for being here…”
I was sauntering down the street when I came across two young men trick or treating. They asked me would I go with them and I foolishly did. This was something that I was going to regret. They took me to their warehouse and shoved me into a damp, dilapidated room. There was a dart board in the middle of the room with my face on it and there was a red mark on my forehead. They put me onto a chair and the orange one spoke first, demanding aggressively for the gold. I stayed silent and he then picked the gun off the table.
The Orange Pumpkin Team were playing the 3 time regional Champions, the Yellow Pumpkin Team. It was Final Day and everyone in both towns were very excited. The Yellow Pumpkin supporters were very buoyant, dedicated and they had high morale after their team winning the regional title 3 years in a row.
At half time, it was nil all. At the start of the second half the Orange Pumpkins attacked and their right back skedaddled down the wing and then he put a cross in. The on-form striker blasted the ball into the back of the net with skill that was second nature to him. Just then the ref blew the whistle. Both captains shook hands. The orange one spoke first, “Great game, hope to see ye next year in the final again.”
I didn’t bother to go trick or treating, neither did my friends. We decided to go to the cinema to watch a scary movie. We saw groups of children going around in costumes. When we reached the forest, I spotted two pumpkins under a tree. They weren’t lit but you could see some dim light coming out of them. I realised my friends weren’t with me anymore. I got closer and I could hear them speaking. The orange one spoke first. I recognised that voice from somewhere. I looked inside it and saw my friend’s phone.
AAHH!!!!! screeched Delicate David. He said that the pumpkin moved from the windowsill to the ground. I just said that he’d probably knocked it down. I woke up the next day in a dark, dreary place. Drip Drip, there was a hole in the roof. I knew because water was falling on my head. Suddenly, 2 lights appeared out of nowhere. They were in a shape of a pumpkin. There was a white and an orange pumpkin. The orange one spoke first. “How dare you not believe that I moved!”I was shivering with fear. Surprise! It was just Dave the whole time.
I was looking for my Halloween mask because I was going trick or treating with my friends. My mom told me that I should go and check in the attic. I didn’t want to because I kept hearing noise up there. I had no other choice so I just went up there. I looked around but couldn’t find it. While looking in old boxes, I spotted an orange light at the end of the attic. I tiptoed because I didn’t like the creaking noise on the wooden floor. Two pumpkins were there, a yellow one and an orange one looking at me with their beady eyes. The orange one spoke first. “Come closer, little boy.” I got freaked out. There was a hammer beside one of the boxes. SPLAT!!!!! SPLAT!!!. I hit both pumpkins and left.
It wasn’t the perfect time for putting up the Hallowe’en decorations yet but we did anyway. It was nearly night time so straight after hanging them up we went to sleep. When we had nearly fallen asleep, we heard the door getting blown away by the wind. About two minutes later, I realised that there were two pumpkins in my room. The orange one spoke before the yellow one and I got the biggest heart attack when my Dad came into the room because he thought that I was in real trouble. I told him what happened and he noted it and said that he put that there when I was asleep.
My parents always told me not to go over the wall in the back of the garden. Today I did…
I hit the ground with a loud “THUMP”! The wall was higher than I expected and I had injured my leg at the bottom. The whole area was dark and desolate and it had a tinge of weirdness. I almost started crying from the eerie silence and I felt like I was going to have to ring my parents and get in trouble. But I didn’t. I got up and suddenly saw an orange scarecrow and a black one too. I gaped at them as the orange one spoke first.
I wish I had listened to my parents…
I was playing with my friends at the end of the road until all of a sudden a weird man jumped out of the bushes and said, “The orange one spoke first!”in a creepy voice. He pulled out a carrot.
“I’m telling Mom and we’re taking him to hospital,” I said.
We were at the hospital and he was in a bed in some room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a nurse disappear. There was only a dagger in her place. When I turned around to tell Mom, she was gone too. Everyone was gone except for me.
It was a normal day at the market. There were stalls selling flowers and some selling jerseys. But one stood out the most. A sign above read “Trolls”. This made me feel suspicious. I just had to investigate. The man selling them seemed eternally joyful. He was wearing a red t-shirt with rainbow effect shorts. I walked over confidently .
He greeted me in a harmonious voice.
“How much?”I asked in a deep tone that hurt my throat ever so slightly. “$6.90.”
I bought two of them, a red one and an orange one and to my shock the orange one spoke first.
Orange is for joy.
Blue is for sadness.
Purple is for fear.
The Orange one spoke first to make the world full of joy.
Then Purple spoke, “Let there be fear to guide you.”
Then Blue spoke. “Let there be sadness so we will never forget the people we lose.
All the people asked, ” Why do you want to teach us?”
All that they said was, ” We are sent to tell you that humans will always fail but they must learn from what they do wrong.”
Then they disappeared.
I was just shopping and then…”Everyone, get down now,”shouted a teenager with a blue torn mask on. He had a gun,a broken one. The shopkeeper then rushed for his phone. The blue masked teen then slapped him. I gasped at what I saw,t hen there was another guy doing nothing. Then the orange one spoke first as the blue teen tried to speak. I couldn’t really hear him. Then I thought, people robbing a game store. The blue guy walked over to one of the new games. I then punched him as hard as I could. I then picked his gun and scared the orange teen. I ran out with plenty games.
My brother and I always go trick or treating but this year my mom had the late shift and my dad had the paramount job of protecting the vault. We were too petrified to go out into the dark and gloomy neighbourhood. So what we did was, we decided not to treat but trick.
It was 19:30. The first trick or treaters got to our house. My brother greeted them and I hid in a bush. One was an orange and malicious witch. The orange one spoke first and bellowed, “Trick or treat!” My brother told her to look in the bush. She walked over. I pounced out and I shrieked, “NOT TREAT BUT TRICK.”
I am what you might call ‘an odd one out’ or ‘the black sheep’. But in my case, I’m not orange or yellow. Nor am I peach. I am white.
My father and mother were a peach and a yellow pumpkin. Not the greatest combination but if people thought that was bad they should’ve seen me . White pumpkins are meant to be evil , cruel , nasty pumpkins but I’m not like that. I still got dumped …into the sewers. I was sad and angry. The sewers were a smelly, dark wet place with mice and rats trying to eat you all the time. But I was going to get my revenge on the orange one, for it was the orange one who spoke first…
“We are ready to go,” I announced.
We’ve been preparing for this robbery for almost a month. We grabbed our guns and were about to open the door.
” But where did it go? she shouted.
” Where did what go?” my other partner replied harshly. “Why do you always slow us down and fail us. Last week you almost got us caught.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him start raising his gun. She tried to win the argument but failed. She realised that he was lifting his gun but he was faster. BANG!
When I was young (about 12), my little sister used to annoy me so much. I thought having one would be easy but no, it was not. I had to look after her while my parents were at work. And that took a lot of work. One day, my mom got my sister a toy unicorn that would make horse sounds. It was so annoying until this happened…
I heard her scream. I ran to check on her and there she was crying.
“WHERE’S MY UNICORN?” she screamed.
“I thought you had it,” I said.
“BUT WHERE DID IT GO?” she shouted.
I looked around and saw it under her pillow. I gave it to her and she finally stopped crying. For a while.
I spotted the same man going to the same wall every, single night.
“What was going on?” I thought.
I was going to find out. My friend Emma and I skedaddled to the bushes and hid there. Waiting patiently in the bush, we slowly got drowsy….
“Aargh!” I bellowed.
I looked around, we still had time. It had been an hour of sleeping though it felt like a minute.
” There he is,” I rasped quietly.
Suddenly, I realised it was a portal! Emma shrieked with excitement.
“But where did it go?” she shouted.
We crept cautiously towards it, jumped at it… and you’ll never guess what I saw…
“Come on, Kevin,” Hailey exclaimed.
We were just playing in the park until a wicked lady came up to us. She had a rasping voice. She told us that our parents told her to collect us. We were only 8 years old so we went with her. She had a harsh, loud voice when she was trying to talk over us. Suddenly, we arrived at a cave. It was a very peculiar shape. We went inside the cave and we heard shrieking from beyond.
“But were did it go?” she shouted at another person.
Eventually, we realised that there was a cauldron in the cave.
“She’s a witch.”
We were never seen again.
Ireland was playing Wales in the Women’s Rugby World Cup Final. It was a tight, intense, edge-of-your-seat game. It was tied 19-19 with the final ten minutes left to play. The hits were hard, the space short but then with the clocking ticking down, it all changed.
“Come on!” roared the Irish captain and that’s when it all happened. The Welsh player robbed the ball off the Irish captain and scored a try.
“But where did it go?” shouted the captain as she was asking her teammates what happened. And then the final whistle sounded. The Irish players collapsed to the ground. They got so near yet so far.