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Time for part 2 in the on going sage of Brett's grade school composition notebook!
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After that you feel the spirits of the people who lived there befor (when the house was young) fly through your body. You go into the warmth of the houseYou think your safe from everything you heard out on the street, but you were wrong. You see and hear a cracking fire, you hear something moving in the house, but your not sure what it is. You go see what it is, but you can't find it. You turn around and see pipe smoke coming up from the high backed crimson chair. You go to see what it is, but you only find smoke pufing reapetedly from where the mouth would be. You back away slowly and bump into something thin round and hard. You quickly turn around to see what it is. You find a brrom and give out a sigh of relief. "Only a broom,' you think. If only you knew what was standing right behind you, you wouldn't have thought that. You hear a cackling behind you. Slowly, you turn around and see a long nosed, green faced witch. She had a long pointed black hat and had a black cat on her shoulder. "I see you've found my broom," she said in a high pitched voice. "Aah - here, you can have it!" you said as I hit her with it. You run upstairs and fall into a trap door that leads out side and you run home. After you never go there again.
The End
6
"Wild Things and Magic Rings"
"Come on, hurry up!" shouted Will, on the way to my attic. "I'm coming," I replied. We were looking for my unlce's old magic box. He was a very famous magician that disapeared after a show at Carnagee Hall. I came through the door. "Yuck", I yelled as I put my hand on something quishy and slimy. Then I saw what it was. It was my uncle's fake puke he liked to use to gross out my dad. Now I saw how it worked on him. I saw how it could work on anyone! I quickly threw it into a corner of the attic. It wasn't hard finding my uncle's magic box. It was a big box about 7' long and 3' high. It was black with 2 brass locks on either side and 1 14 karrot gold lock in the middle. "Wow," wesaid at the same time.
7
Two years ago, I was smaller than I am today. Then I didn't like stand-up comedy. Now I like more foods then I did 2 years ago. 2 years ago, I didn't have as many responsibilitys as I do now.
That's all for this installment. Join us next time for a brief series of persuasive paragraphs!
5
After that you feel the spirits of the people who lived there befor (when the house was young) fly through your body. You go into the warmth of the houseYou think your safe from everything you heard out on the street, but you were wrong. You see and hear a cracking fire, you hear something moving in the house, but your not sure what it is. You go see what it is, but you can't find it. You turn around and see pipe smoke coming up from the high backed crimson chair. You go to see what it is, but you only find smoke pufing reapetedly from where the mouth would be. You back away slowly and bump into something thin round and hard. You quickly turn around to see what it is. You find a brrom and give out a sigh of relief. "Only a broom,' you think. If only you knew what was standing right behind you, you wouldn't have thought that. You hear a cackling behind you. Slowly, you turn around and see a long nosed, green faced witch. She had a long pointed black hat and had a black cat on her shoulder. "I see you've found my broom," she said in a high pitched voice. "Aah - here, you can have it!" you said as I hit her with it. You run upstairs and fall into a trap door that leads out side and you run home. After you never go there again.
The End
6
"Wild Things and Magic Rings"
"Come on, hurry up!" shouted Will, on the way to my attic. "I'm coming," I replied. We were looking for my unlce's old magic box. He was a very famous magician that disapeared after a show at Carnagee Hall. I came through the door. "Yuck", I yelled as I put my hand on something quishy and slimy. Then I saw what it was. It was my uncle's fake puke he liked to use to gross out my dad. Now I saw how it worked on him. I saw how it could work on anyone! I quickly threw it into a corner of the attic. It wasn't hard finding my uncle's magic box. It was a big box about 7' long and 3' high. It was black with 2 brass locks on either side and 1 14 karrot gold lock in the middle. "Wow," wesaid at the same time.
7
Two years ago, I was smaller than I am today. Then I didn't like stand-up comedy. Now I like more foods then I did 2 years ago. 2 years ago, I didn't have as many responsibilitys as I do now.
That's all for this installment. Join us next time for a brief series of persuasive paragraphs!