Viola is a twelve year old girl from Italy. She is not like a normal girl, normal girls love dolls but Viola loves exploring. She is also very mischievous. One day she went exploring in her dad’s rowing boat in search of lost gold in the ancient city of Atlanta. She rowed to a nearby island not far from her home.
She searched for hours hoping she would discover the treasure. As night fell and it got darker she decided to head for home to leave her treasure hunt for another day.
It was a bright Saturday afternoon and my friend had come over to mess around and play some hurling. We were out in the back garden when my friend hit the ball over the fence, into my neighbours’ garden. I said I would get it as I went over there often when my sliotar went over.
I first checked if the neighbours’ dog was there or as I liked to call him, ‘The BEAST’. He is a rottweiler.
Before I jumped over the fence, I looked over it to see the rottweiler but thank God I couldn’t see him. I then jumped over the fence and got the ball but when I looked up he was there growling at me and that’s when I knew I should run.
It was May 11th 2020. Lockdown was here because of the Corona Virus. My dog and I were messing with a ball outside. I would throw the ball and she would go and get it. But one of the times I threw it, it went a bit too far and it went into a bush. She leaped into the bush to get it. She didn’t return for a few minutes so I went looking for her and I found her swimming in a lake. I had never seen or been in it before. I now had a load of things to explore and the best thing was that only I knew about it.
It was Monday morning again, start of the week. The sun was in the sky. I got dressed and then skedaddled downstairs to eat my breakfast as I was running a bit late. Then the worst thing that could happen happened. There was a raccoon in my house, trying to get some food out of the cupboard.
When I saw it, I got a box and put it over it and then I hopped on a chair as I was still kind of scared. After a few minutes I picked up the box and brought it outside. I lifted the lid of the box and he jumped out of the box and landed on some leaves.
It was just coming up to 10 o clock on Saturday evening when I went out to lock my dog Bella into her kennel for the night. I noticed that she wasn’t there. I called her name but there was no sign of her.
I went into the wood next to my house calling her name. |Suddenly the deafening screams echoed through the cold night. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me hoping no one was following me. As I was running something tugged on my pants and there was Bella running along side me and she looked as frightened as I felt.
One dark Autumn evening, my friends and I were playing hurling on the road near my house. We were having great fun until, ” BANG!!” I had put a hole in my neighbour’s car window. When we heard the bang we disappeared into the night so that nobody could see us and blame us but we were too late. My neighbour came out just as we were running away and told us that she was going to call the guards.
The next morning our parents came to bail us out of jail.
My mother said,” Why did you do that ?”
But all that came out was,” I didn’t mean to do it!”
It was 5 o clock on the 31st of October. My two friends, John and Tom, came over to go Trick or Treating. We went down Wall Street to Mr and Mrs Walsh’s house first as we knew them very well and they gave children more than a fair amount of Candy.
As the night came to a close, we skedaddled down O Brien Street to Mr George’s house. When we came to the gate we noticed there was a slight breeze blowing the trees in his garden and from my point of view it looked as if it was haunted.
We walked along the dreadful, rocky pathway when out of the house we heard a scream and that was the last time I went Trick or Treating to Mr George’s house.
P.S. I never saw Mr George AGAIN!!!
I was walking down the street and then I got to my house. I thought I was dreaming but really I wasn’t. I saw a sign on my house but I couldn’t see what it said because a big flower was covering it. Well, I’ll go back to the start where it had all began.
It was a few weeks ago now, on a warm dry day with the sun shining high in the sky. My parents were divorced and I was stuck right in the middle of it. Who was going to pay for my operation? By he way, I had fallen into a hole and had broken my leg. They kept fighting until I said I would pay for my own operation and guess what? My parents got back together because they were proud of me for being so grown up and they paid for my operation.
One morning, I woke up and walked down stairs. I put on the kettle and went up to get dressed. About 10 minutes later I went down stairs to see if the kettle had boiled. It was still boiling so I sat down and drifted off to sleep without meaning to.
When I woke up I looked at the kettle and it was still boiling. I went to get my mother to tell her that the kettle was broken. She said it was grand when she used it so I said, “But it is SO slow I could run a marathon and it still wouldn’t be ready.” I then copped on to what my mother had said, she said that she used it early on so it must have been her who used it.
John and I were in my back garden spray painting my old, rusty bike for the crazy, colourful bike race. We spray painted it yellow as we were trying to make it look like a banana bike.
As we were walking briskly down to the starting line, I felt extremely confident about my chance to win.
BANG!!!!! and the race had started. I wanted to get a head start so I pedaled to the metal down the steep hill. I was in the lead when suddenly I looked back but when I looked forward again, I was heading for a telephone pole so I jumped off my bike but the bike had gotten stuck in the pole and I couldn’t keep going.
Hi my name is John and I love BEES. My friends are into things like music and sports just to name a couple but my hobby is looking after and caring for my bees. So you could say I have an obsession with bees. I have 2 hives in my back garden and I love seeing bees come and go from there.
On the day of my birthday my parents got me a big hive with metal bees on it but inside those bees were little houses for my bees. It was the best present ever.
PS: I called it Eureka Tower because that was the first word I said when I saw it.
I have a pet hamster. He is very unique in his own special way. His name is Hammy the Hamster. He is 2 years old. I got him when I was 10. He used to live under my house until I caught him one day and kept him as my own. He lives in my bedroom in a little cage. It’s a two storey with a little bed, a hamster wheel and some food and water in there.
One day when I went to my friend’s house (he also has a hamster) we put them in the same cage. They then started to fly. I didn’t realise they could fly. But how would we keep it a secret?
We were playing a soccer final in Cork and as you know anything can happen in Cork. It was the start of the game but all of a sudden we were down 1 nil. Suddenly at tip off one of my teammates passed the ball to me but all I could see were giants sprinting at me in purple shirts. Just then all of a sudden an elephant ran onto the pitch painted a very bright red. There was a person playing the violin on him. I asked him how he had got on the elephant but I didn’t care and I was happy that they didn’t tread on me.
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.
One morning as I slumped out of bed, I looked out the window. I could see a woman outside walking with her child. I closed my eyes drowsily and then looked back and saw her loud and peculiar child had gone.
” But where did it go?” she shouted, (‘it’ meaning her child!). I then skedaddled out of my room and bolted down the stairs. I nearly broke the door handle with how fast I was running. I went out to her and asked her where her child was gone. She said that she didn’t know but she selfishly accused me of taking it away. She then rang the guards and all I could do was watch and listen in sheer horror.
Walking down the road, I felt content but a bit apprehensive about everything I did and everywhere I went. It was April Fools Day. Every year my family go a bit too far. We always try to out do each other but this year was different. We hadn’t played a trick on anyone yet and I was a bit scared that I would be the first victim. Just then, I saw a bag and ran over to it. I looked inside it and there was money there. I then tried to lift it but it was heavier than I expected. ” What would I do?” I asked myself.
Denny Double Chin was a famous person who used to live in St Louis with his two children, John and Millie. His wife had died a few years after the children were born. Denny used to work as a litter collector and used to go around town picking up rubbish. He knew everyone and everyone knew him. Though the worst thing was that he barely saw his children. He was gone before they got up and was home when they were in bed. He usually only saw them at the weekend.
When he died 10 years on, everyone decided to make a big sculpture of him made out of rubbish. And of course they put his neck bent back because he used to always look up at the stars.
The day after Hurricane George hit Kanturk, I went to see what kind of damage it did to the town. I was strolling down gradually at my ease when I noticed that there was a bird on the ground. I checked if it was hurt and it was. He had broken its left wing and couldn’t fly so I took it home.
I darted upstairs so my parents wouldn’t see me and I then made a nest for it.
Four days later and his wing was fixed. I tried to leave it off into the wild but when it just wouldn’t take off, I kept it.
(Without telling my parents of course!)
One day Tom was walking down the road when suddenly he heard a bang. He went over to the building and saw that that there were about 12 people in there. He went in and said, “What was that bang?” They said it was nothing but Tom knew something was going on. He told him to skedaddle so he did but what they didn’t know was that he only went outside the door. They then started talking again and Tom heard everything. So he barged in the door and said, ” If you don’t want me to tell everyone in town your secrets, then you should let me in your club!”