An old wooden box, with a key in the bottom
It sits there, with a soft, gentle hum of a calming song that I know so well
Listening to it over and over again, each time feeling more and more comfortable and relaxed
It works magic this box, the way it repeats over and over again
There is nothing quite like this, nothing this special
A feeling you just can’t describe, that nobody but you understands
There is nothing quite like this
There is nothing
Twisting, turning, here I lie.
I have no hope, no more tears to cry.
Shrinking, dying, in the blink of an eye.
My face is wet, sticky with tears.
Underground for so long, my future soon clears.
Will anyone miss me after all of these years?
So, what lies ahead of all of this horrible stuff?
My life and my death has all been rough.
All I wanted to know is who killed my dad!
Little did I know I’d end up this sad.
Trying to find out my history’s not a crime!
All I know is I messed up this time.
I can feel bodies pressing against mine, and I can barely see between the blur of faces. The footprint expands, and my heart pounds. Heat rises up to my head, as people laugh, and take pictures. They all wonder whose footprint it is, and I wonder if they could take the time to notice me, let me walk through. I am not special, important at but a small part of me wonders if that is true. Why do I need to be noticed? Why should people care? Because they are my footprints, that’s why.
Hearing the firecrackers and seeing the Chinese dragons along the small, dusty road of his town, Amias felt a sense of homecoming, a feeling that wasn’t often felt by him. The chants of the villagers and the music of the band filled the town up with fake hope. Chinese Russians weren’t safe, and Amias was in danger. War had affected him, leaving and living in Russia was unheard of, especially at these times. These times were filled with festivals, then suddenly it all went dark. War rages on and on, and who knows when conflict will end?
On the darkest of day, brightest of night, Families all over are taking flight.
For all that is left are small scraps so bare, I see strangers staring with a look of despair.
As it came rushing towards us we fled. Everywhere we looked we felt more and more dread.
As the wave came slowly hurtling down, little did it know it destroyed the town.
Nowhere to go, no place to run, Take a look now, at all that it’s done.
Ruins and ashes, and all hope crashes.
Oh, what a pity, for this small city.
Seals are a well known animal and live mainly on the beach. There are 18 different types of seals, and the biggest is the southern elephant seal. They are usually about 6 metres. Male seals are usually much bigger than female seals. The smallest seal is the ringed seal, and is 1.5 metres long. Seals normally live from 25-30 years, and just like humans, females live longer than men. Seals are carnivorous animals and like to eat squid, crustaceans, herring and salmon. Seals are fun and playful, but baby seals are dying due to us picking them up. Seals are cute animals, but we still need to be cautious about how we treat them.
Lucinda held her breath, staring at the shattered violin. Who lived here? Well, whoever it was, it wasn’t for long. Her eyes watered, and you wouldn’t be able to tell if it was simply from holding her breath, or tears of grief. Fumbling around for a seat, she rests on a dusty scarlet cushion. Well, you can’t really tell what colour it was from the dust, but it suited the room. Time flies, and Lucinda was annoying enough to reduce that time. We didn’t have long to do something that saves people’s lives.
I leap back, fighting against my will. My body scrapes the ground and I can taste blood in my mouth. Although it hurts, I don’t give up. I hold the stone, and I see a flash. I fall into the flames, only being able to see a fiery red and yellow blur. I start to cry. Tears roll down my cheeks, and I feel hopeless, but then the flash made me wonder. Why am I here? What am I doing? I know why. I know who I have to find, and I’m going to do it.
Nobody goes near the shed, which is understandable, giving it’s in the middle of the cemetery. The cemetery is in the corner of a small town, inside the town there is an award – winning ice cream parlour. Then if you walk down the road there is a fish and chip shop, and attached to that is a jetti. Nobody knows what’s in the water beneath, until all of a sudden you can see all of the browning flowers that people have placed there. The shed has a box, nearly empty, that has flowers inside. I walk along the road, pick up a flower, and head home.
Through the wind, over hills, this where I belong. Where will I go? who will I meet? Only time can tell. Breaking free, once and for all, hoping to find a home. This is life, how i see it, a journey I won’t forget. Getting away from everyone, everything, gliding past fields. Soaring through the sky, sunlight beaming on my mane, giving me warmth on this cold winter day. Rocks, oceans, nothing will stop me from finding where I belong. I’m living a vivid, wonderful dream, that i will never wake from. I have found my home.