Appearance Ideals

Wte space task Mad Monday

I watch him make his way down the eerily quiet passage, his rubber sneakers making minuscule squeaks as he goes. “Hello” he says. Nothing. he continues further into the ship, still nothing. Suddenly a high pitch noise screeches our ears, we both flinch and immediately he is reduced to his knees. I watch as he begins to feel light headed, and I gasped as he flops face-first on the ground. While three men in black suits walk towards him he lies on the floor unconscious. “The boss will be happy with this one” one of the guards say. the three men are all in their 40s, wearing black sunglasses, black shoes, and each have a pistol in their hand They hoist the young boy on to their big broward shoulders and walk away, part of me wants to run after him yelling his name, for him to come back, but the other half knows it’s not safe. A lump forms in my throat and I begin to sob knowing this is the last time I will ever see my brother.

Nigel and Jim

Police sirens wine the city is alight, people screaming and wailing fires writhe uncontrollably
along the oily ground. Nigel and Jim have just caused havoc in Oakland city and the cops
are after them. luckily they have a excellent plan, there're dressed up as animals! no won will
suspect a cat and a dog on a motorcycle. while they speed down the highway the authorities
are still in the city running around like headless chickens looking for the crooks,
Nigel an Jim are never going to get caught.

Nigel's weekend mad Monday

The two stroke, racing NEOchrome bike's engine roars in my ears. My heart's in my throat

beating thousand times a second. I'm pumped with Adrenalin. I thrash uncontrollably up and

down the jumps. splat! I zoom straight through a massive puddle of mud I react stupidly

and cover my face "aaaahhhh" I go flying summer salting in the air. brown icky mud snails

down my sweaty face I'm winded and coughing up this morning banana cake. Blood trickles

down my  legs and I faint. 

Russian Arctic Convoy

Otaki beautiful places

This is just to say

This is Just to Say 

by William Carlos Williams & Charlie Dale-Low

I have thrown  

my sister

In the pool

which you were probably Trying to keep dry

Forgive me, I forgot 

It was so tempting and the pool was so cold