It was a misty morning at the North African oil plant, a rare occurrence, especially as there was an upcoming drought.
It was lunchtime when an employee lit a cigarette and set the tanks alight. Kaleb, another worker who witnessed the incident that was to cost millions, of dollars and lives, frantically ran for the boats. On his journey, he shouted to anyone and everyone who would listen, telling them they were all in grave danger though none took much notice.
By the next morning the sea was crimson with… well you know …don’t you?
I was just walking and I just saw him. I don’t knowwhy I freaked out. I thought to tell my friend Jonn.y I also told my mom and dad. It looked like a half wooden dude eating a tree to have more body made from wood. I took photos of it. Suddenly it just decided to chase me and Jonny. We got chased for about 3 mins.Then we finally lost that weird ugly monster. And we looked around but there was no foot step or sign of him which was good. We found our way home and Jonny went to my house and I never want to see that thing.
Squadron 73 moved through the twisted forest quickly, not stopping for any “breathers” , there was too much at stake. They had to get to the rendezvous to tell the others it was off . The hostage was already dead and buried . At this rate though, they’d never make it. The leader of the 5, Captain Michael Hart, found a shortcut, via a waterfall. A 500 metre drop, broken bones but their friends saved, or no broken bones but their friends dead . They voted quickly and the decision was unanimous. They’d risk the jump for the sake of the mission.
It’s hopeless, I thought to myself , squinting into the wasteland, looking, searching, for that tiny speck in the distance that would bring me to civilisation , or maybe just a substantial meal followed by fresh water and a proper place to pee , not just a hole in the burning hot yellow sand. I yearned to be back home in front of a roaring fire drifting into the hazy, dream filled world of sleep, actually feeling comfortable, maybe at ease if you were to go so far. But, I had enough between my ears to know that the chances were slim, wafer-like in fact. I was waiting for that knight in shiny armour . Where was he these days?
Ireland, 1921, a rural school in Galway.
We had done it . We had come from having our backs against the wall , desperate, to independence. We weren’t in the clear yet though , if the negotiations failed we’d be back to the drawing board, square 1 . Unlike the rest of the school clique, I was worried . The reason being that the men who had fought for this very day had picked Michael Collins, more suited to assault courses than crosswords or brain teasers. I let my eyes wander around the classroom with only one thought in my mind, “But what if I was in charge?”
I flew around the space base one last time before stealthily landing in one of the craters surrounding the tech fortress . I fastened my oxygen tank and opened the door, automatically triggering the ladder . I clambered down and crept slowly towards the megastructure, being careful not to set off any motion sensors. I hacked the 28 inch steel doors and feasted my eyes on gold that shone like a goldfish in the Sun. But I wasn’t here for riches. I trudged through the sea of extravagance and snatched a brown,roughly knotted package from its place.
The last words I heard before drifting into a hazy world called unconsciousness were : “We have you now!”
They had found us. The people from down below had started chopping trees as if they weren’t even there. If only they had been more cautious . But, as the old saying goes, if you mess with the bull you get the horns. Every single branch had been equipped with the most hi tech gear, from the smallest, barely noticeable birch twig to the biggest , ancient oak stalk. We had also branched out to our close friends, the dogs, using them as spies.
Little did the humans know they had just pulled the trigger on a cross species war…
I hurried along the uneven ground towards the one thing that could stop earth’s inevitable fate . The sword was stuck between two massive boulders and was a solid and steely silver with white engravings on the blade. I pulled with all my strength but it wouldn’t budge. I decided to try something no one else had tried, to push it . I pushed and the boulders split open. With the sword in hand my physical battery was high and I felt as energetic as a 4 year old who’s drunk a litre of coke. Now I headed off to defeat the evil Sandwich .
I whizzed around another sharp bend, the tyres screeching from the speed. Me and the rest of the sharp claw gang had just pulled off our best robbery yet, on a toy shop . The cops were gaining on us and we were having to swerve dramatically to avoid their hail of bullets. One police car caught up and slammed us into the ditch. Where would we hide it all ? We frantically stuffed the cash into our sleeves and any other place we could find. The other policeman approached the car, guns drawn. We stepped out of the car, hands up and waited for something to happen.
I quickly nabbed the handbag and sprinted across the street. I had got it, now all I had to do was get away. I stopped at a shop nearby when I heard mumbling and groans. I looked around and saw three phantoms drifting towards me .
They were nattering on about giving back the handbag or else. Go away I whispered but they kept advancing nearer . I ran to an alley when the walls started closing in on me the ghosts groaned “give the handbag back or you will be cursed for eternity . You have one hour “.