Ingredients:
Mashed up cow.
Beetle's blood.
Gelatin with extra cow bones.
Method:
Farmers sell their cows to factories, who put them in massive blenders and blend the cows until they are nice and mushy. Then the factories get gelatin and put extra cow bones into it. Finally, the factories get lots of beetles and mash them up to get their blood. Everything is mixed together to create Lava Gel.
Side Effects:
People will start randomly having massive explosive burps that are extremely painful.
This is a blog run by Caroline's father. (and Caroline since 2012) I was so impressed by some of her stories that I decided to set up a blog and publish them. It seemed to me that stories written by a 12 yr old girl (August 2012) may be interesting as a form of art - stories by a 12 yr old in a 12 yr old's language. The only thing I'll edit are typos and obvious spelling mistakes. I'll also publish any good comments. Any contact can be via me at baron(dot)turner(at)gmail(dot)com
Monday, 6 August 2012
The Slums Poem.
A diseased place,
Such injustice there,
Unbelievable how hard they work,
To care for their families.
But,
A place of happiness,
Rich in community,
They know nothing else,
SLUM.
Such injustice there,
Unbelievable how hard they work,
To care for their families.
But,
A place of happiness,
Rich in community,
They know nothing else,
SLUM.
Friday, 11 May 2012
Mini Sagas - From Hunter To Hunted
Hidden away. Nobody sees me. Concealed among the bushes and trees.
All of a sudden, I hear a bang and spot a creature through the jungle. Another bang. Everything goes black.
______________
A couple of weeks later...
"Tiger rug, selling for forty pounds! Get it while you can, at only forty pounds!"
Mini Sagas - Prison
Imprisonment. Unable to talk to friends or play games and have fun. Yelling all around me. It stops. Am I deaf? No, I'm not, but he must have come in. I scream inside my head. I stare out the only window. The Sun pours in like water from a jug. I'm dying inside.
The bell rings. I'm free.
The bell rings. I'm free.
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
Limerick: Izzy
There once was a girl named Izzy,
Who drank lemonade that was fizzy,
It went up her nose,
And dribbled onto her toes,
And made her go into a tizzy.
Who drank lemonade that was fizzy,
It went up her nose,
And dribbled onto her toes,
And made her go into a tizzy.
New Haircut
She was a girl of twelve, with eyes glittering like the deep blue ocean. Her personality shone as bright as the Sun. Her best quality was her waist –long golden blonde hair, though. She was like Repunzal. When she walked anywhere, anyone would stare at her, as if she was a Greek goddess. When it rained, she still glimmered. But all of a sudden, she had her hair cut. She was ruined. She no longer stood out from other girls. She no longer was the apple of everyone’s eye. She was as dull as a brick wall, with nothing exciting or special about her anymore. It was as if the Sun inside her had set, and wouldn’t be coming back for a while. Her new hair cut was horrendous, and nothing about her was wonderful or fascinating anymore.
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