However Yellow Gingerly Discovered Remarkable by Rhianna

Gingerly, I touched my wound on my nose. Yellow pus spewed out at a remarkable speed, however, there was more to be discovered than a load of mucus. I’d found the bullet inside me. I’d found proof that Dolores Umbridge was a psychopath serial killer. I had to rest my case with the jury. I had the DNA checked, and it came up with…Voldemort?! Well he did use a magic gun, something Umbridge couldn’t do. I know that he would want to blame it on someone else, and to get revenge on people that actually have normal noses, unlike him

Pot of Legs by Rhianna

Drinking from a cup
A miraculous cup,
Turns water into wine
Without having a grape vine.
Turns wine into juice
Flavours from cherry, to moose.
Turns juice into soda
Pumped out straight from South Dakota.
Turns soda back into wine
But this is white; it's less divine.
Turns white wine into milk
Without a drop spilt.
Turns milk into hot cocoa
As cold drinks are now a no-no.
Turns hot cocoa into milkshake
And turns that into liquid cake
Blended in a blender,
Mostly thick but sometimes slender
Turns the cake into legs.
Wait... What?
They strangle you until you're dead.

Spider picture by Rhianna

Arachnophobia by Jill Louise. 
They say that if you stare at it long enough, it will cure your phobia. They also say that the person who made it was absolutely terrified of spiders, but after making it, it became her favourite animal. They should stop lying. I am Jill Louise, and I have always loved spiders. I made the metal structure to care for them, now the government are selling it to India for thousands of pounds. To make more money, they are spreading crazy rumours.
When it's shipped to India, locals will find out that it's fraudulent. Oh boy.

..then the lock clicked and.. by Rhianna

I have never trusted my brother. He is one of those people who adults think are perfect when they are not. Those are my second worst type of people, after murderers. They send a shiver down my spine every time I think of them. He promised that he would help me face my arachnophobia by standing outside my door, when I'm in there with 50 spiders. I went in the room, and I closed my eyes. He stood with me for a minute, then the lock clicked and I heard footsteps. I was trapped with the spiders. I screamed. 

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!"

…pink, giraffe, drilling, teacher, quietly… by Rhianna

When I dyed my hair pink, my friends became enemies, my enemies became my friends. My teacher was dragging my knowledge out of my brain, just because of a hair dye.
I quietly slipped in to my class place, after the summer holidays. I was really hoping that no-one would notice my hair, but they did. The words they said kept drilling into my brain, harder and harder.
"You look like a giraffe!"
"Way to go, Mellie smellie."
"Candyfloss!"
And that was just from the receptions. It got worse throughout the school, and I can't cope with it any more.

How to make the perfect Trogglehumper for enemies by Rhianna

You will need:

• A dream about themself
• A dream about you
• A dream about victory
• A dream about boxing
• A dream about severed heads (it's disturbing; don't use on chiddlers)
• A bowl
• A trumpet
• A jar

Put themself and you in it, and mix it. Then add boxing, then mix carefully. Next, add victory and severed heads. Mix until well stirred. then put it in a jar for safe-keeping. Blow it into their room when asleep. Pranks this good should be put on the telly-telly bunkam box.

Enjoy

The BFG

...and I thought, 'Well what a start... by Rhianna

"Right. Time to do a 100 word challenge. Here goes:"
Jo. ,u ms,r od Tjosmms. jrjr. Eju od yjod mpy eptlomh?

"Mum! The typewriter won't work!"
"Was that your brother again?"
"I don't know! I type H and it comes out as J!"
"H and J are next to each other, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are."
"Type one before the letter you want to type."
"Okay!"

And I thought 'Well what a start'. Can you decode the message I wrote? I'll give you a clue, it's one character after the one I wanted to type on the standard keyboard.

What should I write about? by Rhianna

What should I write about? I don’t know. 
Should I write about the winter’s snow?
About an aeroplane? Looking down below?
Or about a pillowcase that I might sew?

What should I write about?

What should I write about?

What should I write about? I don’t have a clue.
Should I write about the battle of Waterloo?
About a cloudless sky I can see, the bluest blue?
Or about a lion that’s escaped from a zoo?

What should I write about?

What should I write about?

What should I write about? Oh dear me,
I’ve written this piece of poetry!

I imagined what it would be like to have all I could see… by Rhianna

I imagined what it would be like to have all I could see…

The cupcakes, the cookies and the pastry

The icing, the lemonade, the wonderful iced tea

If I could own everything in the bakery.

I imagined what it would be like to have all I could see…

The earrings, the bangles, the jewellery

The headbands as far as the eye could see

If I could own Claire’s accessories.

I imagined what it would be like to have all I could see…

The straws, the cups, the cutlery

The burgers, those were gluten-free

If I could own the party.

Violin, Eaten, Yellow, Airplane, Swept by Rhianna

I had just eaten a banana, which skin was a shade of the darkest brown. I wondered why bananas chose to go brown. It’s not very appetizing, is it?

Why not go white, the colour of an aeroplane that had swept through the sky, passing clouds above?

Why not go pink, the colour of a ballet tutu, dancing its own sweet dance?

Why not go yellow, to disguise the fact that is was dying of old age?

Why not go green, the colour of grass?

Why do you choose to go brown, the colour of violins, playing sad melodies?

Why?

....as the flame flickered and then went out,,, by Rhianna

At school, we were doing a play. We were performing it in our local theatre in two weeks’ time. Two weeks later, I was performing. Then disaster struck. When the boys were having a midnight feast, we lit some candles, and then we blew all of them out but one. As the flame flickered and then went out, we realised that no-one but us could see. Then that flame went out, and no-one could see! I had a secret fear of the dark, and I screamed. Lots of other people started to scream too. A huge stampede occurred. Not nice at all.

Silence Orange Thunder Pyjamas Swam by Rhianna

Silence filled the river. I was playing with the zip on my pyjamas when a clash of thunder boomed down on my makeshift shelter for the night: an old raft with a cardboard box on top of it. A streak of lightning cascaded down from the sky, causing the box to fly away. I was now cold, and what made it even worse was that the raft swam away, deeper and deeper into the depths of nowhere. I was trapped, for sure. Another bolt of lightning came whizzing past, the luminous orange colour was the only light for miles around.

Stairs by Rhianna

“One stair. Two stairs. Three stairs. Four stairs. Hello! Five stairs. I’m counting the… Six stairs… stairs! Seven stairs.”

2 hours later…

“One hundred and seven stairs. One hundred and eight stairs. One hundred and ten stairs. Right… I give up.”

7 hours later…

“Must… take… a… nap…”

The next day…

Where am I? Oh yes… I gave up counting. I’ll just start again.

“One stair. Two stairs. Three stairs. Four stairs. Five stairs. Six stairs. Seven stairs.”

2 hours later…

“One hundred and seven stairs. One hundred and eight stairs. One hundred and ten stairs. Right… I give up.”

Suddenly by Rhianna

I HATE truth or dare. My 'friend' and I were playing it, and I chose dare.“I dare you to wake up at midnight and wake the streets of London up by shouting at the top of your voice that I sat on your mouth.” Of course she would be so mean. 

Suddenly, my alarm woke me up. I really wanted to stop this dare. I carried on anyway. I got my dressing gown on, and quickly ran out of the house. I successfully managed to wake everybody up, including the police force, and that’s why I’m in jail here now.

When the connection broke by Rhianna

I have fought all my life for a friend, and when I finally found one, she got killed.
It all started when I moved to England from Germany on the 28th November 1914, 2 years ago. I had survived the dreadful war in Germany, but no one I knew did. I was sent away to England, and all the people at school bullied me. It was pure torture. I then met Rita, but she had a problem connecting her lungs to her other body parts. When the connection broke, she died. I hated my life, and I still do now.

Statues by Rhianna

“What d’you mean, kidnapping Rosie? I only said I’d rob the poor fellow. I mean, how d’you expect me to kidnap? I haven’t the heart…” I exclaimed, and then was rudely interrupted by my boss.

“Why on earth are we wearing this stupid get-up? To kidnap Rosie of course! Duh!”

I thought my boss awfully mean. He knew that I was only robbing my other colleague’s sister-in-law, for not marrying him, and forcing him to marry her sister, Amy. I thought to myself, I might as well tell Rosie what’s about to happen, seeing as I know the terrible plan…

…the door opened and there it was… by Rhianna

I couldn’t wait. It was the day of Annismere town treasure hunt! The locals had been told about it ages ago, so I was one of the first to spread the word. It was for 7-11 year olds, and I was 9, which fitted in perfectly. My 7 year old brother was going to join in too. I was the first to have a map, so I almost immediately: our (not so) secret den! I guess my mum planned it. I sprinted off. The door opened and there it was, a treasure chest full to the brim with chocolate coins!

…she was shocked to see…

It was Maddie’s birthday and she had asked for many presents, including a time machine, a pet unicorn, a mermaid with golden hair, and a million pounds, not to mention a golden palace with 760 servants. As you may have guessed, Maddie was only four and 365/366, and she thought that all of those could happen. She was shocked to see that she had none of those, only a clock, a toy unicorn, a toy mermaid and a yellow doll’s house. Maddie was angry. She had really wanted her unicorn. Maddie didn’t understand what was real life, just fantasy...

Red Hard Mountain Floated Umbrella, by Rhianna

It was exam day today, on mountains. I hadn't studied, so I was getting really worried. We only had two questions to answer, so it just floated about in my mind, and it didn't matter if I studied for it or not, instead of being heavy, needing to be tamed. I sat down at my desk, and read the questions on the test paper:

1). What would you use when it's raining on the mountains?

2). What is the tallest mountain called?

The last one was easy; Mt. Everest. I wrote down my second 'answer':

1). A red umbrella?

Spring Week 1 by Rhianna

I used to love two things, cake and my apple tree. Now I hate two things, cake and my apple tree. Most of you readers out there will be thinking “Why don’t you like your apple tree and cake?” Some readers won’t care. I was climbing the apple tree, when a cake fell from the tree. I was confused, for it was absurd, the idea of a cake falling from a tree, I was just about to eat it, when I saw little EDIBLE men on there! What I didn’t realize though, was the ‘sweet’ little men were killing me…