stay away from me poem

Stay away from me i’m a flood of blood, your crude and rude and I wont be your food 

If you bite I squirt that's all there is to it.

this is my poem from my info byte reading task about an animal that squirt blood when attacked

 

Manaiakalani task

click the book cover to view my book.

This is my book creator book on how to write quality blog comments and replies. 

it is important to have good comments so that you can have productive online conversation. 

sponge bob get creative pixel art

this is the sponge bob that I created from scratch in pixel art.

 

creative writing task

My Learning Intentions are to

Improve my punctuation and spelling  Add detail  3rd person and I wanted to write in Present tense

 “This is going to be tricky,” 

A pale greying middle aged woman in glasses sighs. “There are two openings. The first is directly after the meeting in the museum, that’s where we bring in the fake bodyguard.” 

The lady points to a dark man in a vest and looks over her glasses “Hector, that’s you.” 

Hector nods, not saying a word.

Hector aka silent violent is a taxi driver by day and boxes for fun, perfect for the job. He is extremely strong and can fix any little “problems” that may occur during the mission.

“The second opening where we can strike is just before his dinner back at his mansion. Jackson, can you please take over?” 

The pale lady steps away from the white board and a young pimple covered teen with glasses and curly blonde hair stands up and carries on from his colleague. 

“Yeah so I’ve been studying our guy for months now he follows an almost completely different route every day. The only other time apart from his scheduled meeting is when he heads home for tea. Now here's what we're gonna do…”.

Present day

Beep beep beep 5.15am

“Ahh” 

a groggy clean cut Michael Rean groans. He had been dozing most of the night. in and out of sleep and nightmares. Mr Rean climbs out of bed slipping on a dressing gown and slippers. Jackson squats By the window and peers through binoculars into Michael's room “yeah, he's just hopped the shower”

The teen whispers into a walkie talkie. Hector stands by in a beautiful $305,000 V12 black and silver maybach s-class, Identical to the rest of the convoy’s fleet that waits outside.

“Ah yeah he’s just finished his breakfast. Hector stand by”

Hector grunts and Michael is out the door heading for the only car that's not black and silver.

“Clunk” Mr rean slams the land rover's door, the suv revs, the driver signals to the rest of the convoy that it's time to leave and they do. About half an hour later and Hector and the crew still have no idea where they are going. All they know is Hector is a american drug lord and they have been hired to kill him. They could be being led straight into a trap the only thing stopping them from pulling out was the million dollars each. Hector continued following the fleet, Finally they reached some sort of run down petrol station “Hector where are you?” Jackson asked in an urgent tone “Hector!” 

Two men hop out of the silver s-class and hector hears their feet land on the cracked petrol station concrete. They are armed with heavy illegal guns and coming Hector's way. Hector swears and takes into his walkie talkie “s***! They found me Jackson! Micheal’s men found me! I need back up! Ja-”

Suddenly the car door is wrenched open and the men raise their guns. There is not a moment of hesitation on the men's menacing faces before they pull the trigger on their black AK47s. The automatic rifle penetrates Hector's skin over and over blood begins squirting and gushing out of the poor man's chest Hector's eyes roll back in his head and he falls slumping onto the bloody, gritty concrete only then do the men stop.

Get creative task

This is my pixel art get creative created from scratch.  

I really enjoy shading and car drawings and decided to do my own. 

 

Passion Project #2

in class we have been working on passion projects we each got to choose any thing we wanted. This is my passion project. it is about electric cars, how and why they are shaping the motoring future and how much better for they are for the environment. 

Science fiction scene description

This weeks story challenge was to add detail about a science fiction scene

It’s the year 3000, my name is Charlie and I am 93. Earth (my old home) is a disgusting dump yard. It is completely off limits to humans, the toxic waste would kill beings almost instantly. 

100,000km above the earth is a whole new “world” made of metal. Tube jets of air and steam keep the platforms in the air and chrome metal balustrades are the city's barriers. 

While I walk along the clunky metal platform, I feel the 100,000 mph wind penetrate a small gap in my suit. It’s extremely painful. I quickly dash inside a gadget shop and open the airlock. I unclip my full face wind tight helmet and wait for the airlock to open. I look around and see a rusty brown security camera staring me down. I give it a wave and finally the airlock opens. I step out and am blasted with warmth. I put my helmet on the ground. Looking up as I do so, zap, minis float on a magnet gun shelf,

digital signs flash the latest products in my face.

“Good morning Mr Dale-Low” chirps a robot I ignore it and bend down to tend to my sore skin.

“Mr Dale-Low what sort of gadget are you looking for today?”

“Nothing thanks” I say irritably continuing to wipe my leg. 

“You better leave then Sir” the robot says, increasing the harsh tone.

“Sure.” I say, as I had finished fixing my leg. Suddenly, ten men in black scrambled out of the side room and shove me into the airlock and close the door.

“Oh no” I think, “I left my helmet inside, the wind is going to kill me” Hiss… I hear the airlock open and am ripped to pieces almost instantly.