Ella



**MY MONSTER STORY! **


 * Helicopters were ganging in on Twiddle and Chiddle. The “clatter” was consistent. Twiddle and Chiddle had to defeat the army or it will all be over. The only thing you could hear amongst those creatures was one big frightful “SCREAM!” **
 * “We’re running out of time,” screeched Twiddle. **
 * “We’ll be fine,” exclaimed Chiddle. The helicopters were surrounding the hopeful monsters quicker and quicker. There was only one thing left to do… JUMP! Twiddle and Chiddle leaped of the extraordinary high cliff begging that the ocean wouldn’t be as cold as everyone says it is, SPLASH! Twiddle and Chiddle sunk further and further eager to push them back up. Suddenly out of nowhere a strange girl with green hair swam up to them from under the sea. “Oh NO!” She yelled and grabbed Twiddle and Chiddle by each of their arms and pulled them up to the surface. **
 * “Thankyou so much,” Chiddle could just say. “I thought we were gone.” **
 * “No problem,” the girl said proudly. The helicopters were still circling them. **
 * “When will they give up?” Chiddle moaned. **
 * “Likely never,” Twiddle agreed. **
 * The time had come where the friendly girl had to head back into the water while Twiddle and Chiddle had to get back to their mystery. But there was no chance of that happening, the annoying helicopters blocked everyway that the girl could get out. Then just like that, a ladder tumbled down from one of the helicopters. The girl reached as far as she could until she could just grab onto the leathery rope. Then as quick as a flash the girl flew away into the foggy daylight sky. **


 * So now no one was to be seen but two dog shaped creatures called twiddle and Chiddle. They were starving, their hut that they struggled to build was camped and they didn’t like the taste of salty water. Then out of the bloom popped an enormous monster wearing a bowtie. “Greetings fellow earthlings, my name is Fig and I will be your tourist for t his evening,” Fig discussed. Twiddle and Chiddle were confused and slightly a bit scared. They had no idea what to say. But before Twiddle and Chiddle could even mumble out a single word Fig grabbed the creatures by each arm and flew off into the moonlight. **
 * It was about twelve o’clock at night and both Twiddle and Chiddle's heads were spinning. They gazed out of Figs arms until they could just spot a strange figure. It was the girl with the green hair. Twiddle told Fig to halt as they glided out to reach her. She seemed to have been drowning. Twiddle, Chiddle and Fig heaved the girl up to surface. Fortunately she was still breathing. **
 * “You saved me,” the girl choked. And from that’s how Twiddle, Chiddle and the girl became very close friends **


 * By Ella Cameron **

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 * Here is my zooburst of Old Mcdonald **

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 * AND HERE IS MY VOKI **
 * As the first drip of solid rain reaches the ground I clench my teeth and begin to shiver. I close my eyes gently and let the consistent rain drench my back. No one is insight and I am dripping my way to school. The clatter of the intense out of control weather is anonymous. The only sound is a silent creeping bug. As the first puddle forms the rough concrete rumbles. Sticks shatter from branches off trees. The storm has advanced. **

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The same thing echoed in my head over and over, “Clara I dare you!” The haunted house over in Glevinton was an unsolved mystery that had horrific consequences. Some made it out and some were never seen again. I was the most weak out of my friends, and I still can’t work out why I was forced to do such a terrifying thing but I’ve always wanted a mouse since my birthday. As I turned twelve three months ago I can now realise that my dream present will not come. “I need to grow stronger and braver,” Clara thought. The haunted house was closed through the holidays. But I must conquer this dare and get it out of the way!

It was October the second now. The day of disscoverance. I was so afraid that my bones were quivering out of me. “I feel like my skin is going to peel off any second now,” she murmured. Turning her head her long black plait slowly drifted down her back, Clara was ready to become a warrior. Her first step into the blank, hard gravel was the most intense moment of her life. I started my journey trudging closer and closer to Glevinton, then much closer and closer to the quivering haunted house. Eventually I was there, dead still, glaring at the sharp pointy barbwire, there was absolutely no way in. I was not giving up. Clara tried pulling and yanking the gate until a clicking noise struck. “What was that?” Clara thought. The clicking noise began to be continuous! “I began to feel suspicious having no clue what the unfamiliar noise was. Clara was so startled her mind went black. She suddenly felt movement. Someone was pulling her, she was blinded by light.

The next morning Clara woke up in a velvet blood red couch shivering, about to scream at the top of her lungs. A shadow of a figure crept closer and closer until this pale blur was now a wise man. One word and one word only came across his lips. “Why.” I wasn’t sure what he was trying to say but I was certainly shuddering.

A few minutes later I realised that where I was, I was in the horrifying haunted house. Suddenly the man drew me to a cold rusty room. Straight away the man vanished into thin air and immediately chains and metal doors plummeted down. I felt like crying as well as shrieking with fear, I wished this was just a regular nightmare and pinched myself a number of times… nothing happened. I was whimpering through the whole night. The reason I’m not dead right now is because millions of cracks between the walls have been dripping non-stop from the thunderous storm. The only way out was one tiny mouse hole.

“Now I see why my friends dared me to come here… The mouse hole!” To Clara this was just a horror show. “I poked one eye in the dark black hole. “I wonder what it leads to?” Clara thought.

Five days later was more than trouble. As Clara looked into the gloomy hole once again, this time there was movement! Not only any movement, it was a twitch. It was like the man was back again whispering in her ear “run.” This twitch that I saw made me shriek. But I need to grow courage…

Clara reached out to try and grab what was lurking in the hole when, “OUCH!” Something had bitten her. This time the man did flash back and just murmured, “Ha, you deserve it!” I was confused but still shaking because of my sore hand. He then flashed away. I decided just to lie where I was for the next night and continue to search for clues the next day. I mimed being saved before I lay hoping something would happen but once again nothing.

Earlier the next day when I stood I tripped on something and collapse to the floor. It was a very, very olden day cell phone. “Finally help!” Clara cried. She dialled her mother and father’s house but NO answer. She then was determined to get out and phoned the police. A voice she did here, but not just any voice, it was more a tapping sound. Similar to the clicking noise, almost like… A RAT. I kept trying to communicate like mad when the phone was suddenly dropped. The phone that made the most annoying buzz in the world. I then waited for minutes, No! Eighteen days!

Halloween was only three full lonely days away. That made Clara more scared. Halloween could be a curse! The twitch and tap went through those days. But it didn’t come from the phone. They both came from the dusk hole!

The door banged and Clara knew this was her last chance. I sprinted to the door and gave it a big loud slam as well as going to the hole to heave what was ever in there out. I then felt something. It had fur for sure. She was extremely worried but then yanked it out with one big pull. Clara had it!! I was so nervous to open my eyes and see what was in my hand al along. But when my eyes did in attach from together I felt a bit sad. All I saw was a shuddering white rat shuddering in my hand. I almost felt sorry for the poor thing. Now there was only one thing left to do. Find the wise man and give him what he deserves. “But maybe I’ll just sleep for the next two days,” Clara mumbled

It was the thirty first of October, Halloween. The final day for justice! Formerly the old man showed up, this was my chance. I quickly pushed the precious rat down my pocket and got ready for my hopeful victory. I reached out a round, huge cold piece of coal from the ground and began to leap it at him, “ha,” he just said one again, the man was uncontrollable. I threw everything I could at him but it was no use. I was tempted to through the rat at him any second but I just couldn’t. But then, out of nowhere I found something that shone from inside the rat’s hole. While the man wasn’t looking I reached my dusty hand through. I felt something hard. But the man turned around. I grabbed what was ever in the hole and made my run for it to the next possible corner. I was ecstatic once I realised what I had in my hand… A matchbox! Just what I needed to burn this man down! But it was too late, the man was gone, nowhere to be seen. Fortunately he left a window open. It was quite small, but just the right size for the rat and I to fit through. The matchbox had disappeared out of my hands. The most tragic room that ever stood on earth slowly burned. That’s when I heard a sudden slow scream and glad fully knew, it was all over.

The End

By Ella Cameron