tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16654885400066878102024-03-14T01:24:48.849-07:00Scoil Neasáin - Rang 6Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-77782938078610382062022-04-04T03:27:00.010-07:002022-04-04T03:48:36.514-07:00Bleaist Eolaíochta<h1 style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #c9211e;"><span style="font-family: Bebas Neue; font-size: large;"><b>Cad
é an bealach is fearr le rudaí sobhriste a chosaint agus a
choinneáil slán ?</b></span></span></h1><p style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;"><b>Seo
an cheist go ndearna Rang 6 iomscrúdú ar mar cuid den Bleaist
Eolaíochta.</b></span></span></p><p style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Seo
thíos físeán a rinne an rang den turgnamh:</span></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwOozwPYtgDfuLiOy1zPE4HosDKbJVH1n_TSrOdKmc34hE-SgDVN4HqZnLHw5KKxFv4MV46HfzKIFIXdde2BQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Quicksand; font-size: medium;">Agus
seo taispeántas sleamhnán:</span></span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cOsFG4Q81dQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="cOsFG4Q81dQ"></iframe></div><br /></div><br /> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-16462352240500670482022-02-18T07:05:00.004-08:002022-02-18T07:05:33.606-08:00Nobody<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nobody</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">You’re probably wondering what happened after the funeral? They came with their massive black planes, took thousands to who knows where, turned our homes to flames. Some got to the bunkers ,I was one of them. </span></span></p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When the sirens stopped we went outside. Nothing was left standing. People were leaving hiking through the rubble, out into the sunlight.
I saw Mike's brother crying over his mother’s body, I grabbed his hand… he looked into my eyes. That’s when I knew I had to take care of him. He had nobody. We joined the crowd hiking up the steep mountain leaving our home forever…..
<div style="text-align: right;">Aoibhe 😎</div></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-79999254598007019842022-02-18T07:01:00.005-08:002022-02-18T07:01:33.329-08:00 THE DEATHLY HIKE<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">THE DEATHLY HIKE</span></span></p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a sunny afternoon. Ben and Max were going for a hike. It was getting dark. "We need to got it's getting dark" said Ben. "No were nearly at the top" demanded Max. When they got there it was nearly pitch black. "Ok were here" said Ben "time to start going down". Wait let me explore for a bit" said Max. "Fine but I'm staying here " said Ben annoyed. After a minute there was a terrified scream. "MAX MAX" shouted Ben. "RUN" screeched Max. Ben ran he heard Max behind him and something chasing him. They took a shortcut through the woods. When they got to the bottom they jumped on their bikes and road home and never talked about the Deathly Hike again.</div></span></span><div><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Claire</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-2054678655580138042022-02-18T07:00:00.004-08:002022-02-18T07:00:23.132-08:00“TRAITOR” <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">“TRAITOR” </span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vladmir Birtkran was a Russian spy during WW2. Now he is retired and living by the French coast. One day, Vladmir was summoned by an old ally. They went for a walk on the beach, two old men with walking sticks. Vladmir’s friend was called Zadar, and he had a mission, to kill Vladmir before he leaked any secrets. Vladmir was a bit of a chatterbox. Zadar was armed and had a plan. He invited Vladmir for a boat ride. When they were cruising, he choked Vladmir. Vladmir’s last word was “TRAITOR” before he was a floating corpse in the ocean….</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eoin</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-25576048665477446612022-02-18T06:58:00.005-08:002022-02-18T06:58:38.466-08:00Lost in the Forest <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lost in the Forest </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Did you hear that story about the group of people who got lost in the forest?" said Miles . </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Shut up, none of that is true." I responded, petrified of what he just said. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">We got off the bus and set up our tents. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Are you cold or is it just me?" said Miles while shuttering. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I'm cold too, we have a fire pit, do you wanna find some firewood, I didn't bring matches." I said. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">We went out into the forest, thinking it would only take a half a hour at most. We were very wrong. So I went my way and he went his. Then a storm started. I heard a voice say </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Someone help! Please!" </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was Miles.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Finn</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-91265308747475368492022-02-18T06:39:00.000-08:002022-02-18T06:39:02.454-08:00 The dark shadows<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Dark Shadows</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">by Liam</span></span></p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
<div style="text-align: justify;">Once opon a time, there was a boy named Johnny, he lived with his Dad. They lived in a small house in the countryside outside the city and had very little money. One day, Johnny was outside in the garden, when he saw something in the distance. It was two men. Dressed in black business suits, each had a cane in their hand, they both had a moustache and a beard and deep black shadows. They approached the garden step by step. Johnny got more curious the closer they got."Hello?" Said Johnny. "Hello" said one of the men. "We're here for your father"...........</div>
THE END......?</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-79967055758817030092022-02-18T06:37:00.004-08:002022-02-18T06:37:34.429-08:00BOOM BOOM<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></span></p><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">BOOM BOOM</span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once there was two men they loved camping and nature so they went for a hike they grabbed there things and went. It was a pretty long drive and definitely wasn’t worth it. They eventually got there and started going on the walk. The two men where on the trail for a while they went to the river they where having the best time why did this have to end so horribly. Soon they left the river and went into the woods after 30 minutes they noticed a dark figure. They payed no intention to it. Out of no where </span></span></p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">BOOM BOOM</span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">They fell to the ground.</span></span><div><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sorcha</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-15348559854583625832022-02-18T06:35:00.005-08:002022-02-18T06:35:27.052-08:00 THE MOVING SHADOWS<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> THE MOVING SHADOWS</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One day there were two shadows called Thomas and Heinz. Th</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">omas and Heinz hated the </span><span style="font-size: large;">sunlight because they were stuck to their masters but at night they were free. Thomas and </span><span style="font-size: large;">Heinz once were real people but they got a curse from WALLIAMS. One night Thomas and </span><span style="font-size: large;">Heinz were in a centra stealing the money because they were invisible but the cashier called </span><span style="font-size: large;">the ghostbusters. When they came they put on goggles so they could see Thomas and </span><span style="font-size: large;">Heinz. They trapped them but out of nowhere a portal appeared and WALLIAMS started to </span><span style="font-size: large;">kill everyone. He started to put enchantments around them and after a minute he vanished </span><span style="font-size: large;">but Thomas and Heinz were stuck.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">THE END </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">by Oisín</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-45450761843344349862022-02-18T06:33:00.003-08:002022-02-18T06:33:45.552-08:00I Am Ready<p> </p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-GB">I
Am Ready</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-GB"><br /></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB">I
am ready, come on you can do this. Jack just yelled ‘Are you
ready.’ I didn’t answer just picked up my sword and got into my
position. The sun was high in the sky and there was my shadow it made
me feel weak. But I kept on telling myself that I am strong. The
fight started I was scared because this was my first fight in five
years. ‘Ow’ he got the first hit it wasn’t that deep but it
hurt. But then he got another hit this time it was way deeper. But
when he swung again, I got his head. I won wow that wasn’t too bad.</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB">Tadhg</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-20609957285104538422022-02-18T06:32:00.001-08:002022-02-18T06:32:11.429-08:00WORLD WAR 3 CATASTROPHE<p> </p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: red;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">WORLD
WAR 3 CATASTROPHE </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<br />
<p></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="color: #4472c4;"><span style="font-size: large;">My
Grandad and I went walking in the park, discussing the possibilities
of world war 3. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="color: #4472c4;">“<span style="font-size: large;">What
was the war like?” I asked. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="color: #4472c4;">“<span style="font-size: large;">Frightening”
He replied quietly. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="color: #4472c4;">“<span style="font-size: large;">What
will happen to us if there’s another war, Grandad?” </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="color: #4472c4;">“<span style="font-size: large;">I
don’t know…” He answered. </span></span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="color: #4472c4;"><span style="font-size: large;">Over
my shoulder, I noticed two men carrying what I thought were sticks.
As they got closer, I realized that they weren’t sticks. They were
guns. They fired at us. We dashed behind a tree to shield ourselves
from the bullets. Then a plane flew overhead, dropping bombs on the
city bellow. The war had begun…</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #00b050;"><span style="font-size: large;">SINÉAD.
</span></span>
</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-16671049642004879782022-02-18T06:31:00.002-08:002022-02-18T06:31:14.779-08:00The boys on the moon<p> </p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: xx-large;">The boys on the moon </span>
</p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a name="_GoBack"></a>
<span>Once there was a person called
George he always wanted to go to the moon. It was summer break and he
had to make or invent a science project for his classes homework. For
his project he made a cart with fireworks for the speed. Then him and
his friend went into the cart but he pressed the wrong button on the
remote control and they somehow got on the moon because of fireworks.
When on the moon he was looking for aliens or any sing of them.
Years had past and no sing of the aliens later on he died but at
least he got his wish.</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Darragh</span></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><br />
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<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><br />
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</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-49984666063514003852022-02-18T06:29:00.006-08:002022-02-18T06:29:54.827-08:00Shadowmen<p> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Shadowmen</span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Have you got them?” he screamed.
“We tried sir, we tried but they got away.”“Raah” he screamed
in rage and turned his knights to ash. Bring in the shadowmen. Zac
and Urial were walking down a stony road when they saw the two old
men. Their limbs were creaking when they walked. That's when they
made the first move. The older of the two, enveloped by shadow, shot
a flare from the middle of his palm. Zac dodged. Uriel tried to kick
the shadowman and he connected with his head. He turned to ash. The
other one turned and ran. That's when the boys knew their life was in
danger from the so called Shadow King.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Conall</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-80460958698254620092022-02-18T06:23:00.005-08:002022-02-18T06:23:32.435-08:00THE KINGSMEN<p> </p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: #ff3333; font-size: large;"><b><i><u>THE KINGSMEN</u></i></b></span></p>
<p align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ff3333; font-size: medium;">As
Garick and the new recruit walk down the gravel path to the “pub”.
(the pub is actually just a cover up for the agency). As they open
the door to the pub Garick sees a fat brute of a man and 15 others
waiting for them. All of a sudden one of the henchmen opens fire on
the both of them Garick pushes the recruit out of the way and then
dodges the bullet. He then takes out an “walking stick” thats
actually an M16 and shoots the brute 3 times in the head. Then he
jumps up and swings on one of the chandeliers and drops a grenade
right in the middle of the 15 henchmen. BOOM Garick kills all of
them. Garick drops down and says “Right well this is the agency”.
The recruit stands there dumbstruck and just says “WOW”. </span>
</p><p align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: #ff3333;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #ff3333;">Baileigh</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-36046769726938724572022-02-14T02:34:00.004-08:002022-02-14T02:34:40.338-08:00 THE EXTRAORDINARALY HORRIBLE MARTIAN<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u> THE </u></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>EXTRAORDINARALY </u></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>HORRIBLE </u></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>MARTIAN</u></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The year is 2015 and the world has been conquered by a single extraterrestrial called </span><span style="font-size: large;">Micheal. Micheal is walking down the streets of Baghdad, there are bodies lying on the </span><span style="font-size: large;">streets. Micheal is extraordinary because he is the most powerful thing in the universe.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Micheal is horrible,he eats bodies and the survivors, like me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">” IT’S HERE!!! IT’S HERE!!!” </span><span style="font-size: large;">shouted a guard. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Micheal is breaking down the iron gate. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">BANG!!! BASH!!! BANG!!! THUD!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">People started screaming as Micheal shoved the guards away. The chief said he’s going to </span><span style="font-size: large;">fight Micheal with his mustard collard guitar. He sent multiple waves at Micheal but it was no </span><span style="font-size: large;">use his final words were</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">” WERE DOOMED!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">THE END </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oisín</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-39503322152964070142022-02-14T02:31:00.001-08:002022-02-14T02:31:07.607-08:00The Extraordinary Skeleton City<p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Extraordinary Skeleton City</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There was once this restaurant in the darkest corner of the city there was skeletons playing guitar with most of the strings Brocken of. Zombies dancing vampires eating mustard and ketchup hot dogs that they shoved in there mouths. There was a horrible group of goblins Starring at everyone. So I walked, all eyes where on me the goblins said </span></span><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;">“ a human here?” The skeletons stoped playing the music, the vampires went silent. I sat down and ordered food, it never came so I just got up and left.</span></p><div><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sorcha </span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-22144226205747269142022-02-12T07:35:00.005-08:002022-02-12T07:38:02.953-08:00Jubilee line<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jubilee line</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Will was in the middle of writing his great new song, he had invited his friends Tom and Toby over to hear it. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“It’s horrible!” Will exclaimed. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“I think it’s extraordinary” Toby answered. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Months of work was put into his new song. Will shoved his new mustard coloured guitar into his case and went to record the song. Once he finished he went back home and listen to a preview with Tom.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“This song is going to be a hit” Tom said. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Weeks later the song was released. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Jubilee line by Wilbur soot</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The end. </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ella</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-48508274356017238342022-02-11T07:02:00.001-08:002022-02-11T07:02:11.867-08:00 Was it a Dream?<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Was
it a Dream?</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB">I
was walking down the street when I heard someone playing the guitar
and I was walking over to tell him how extraordinary he was at it
when I smelt something horrible like mustard. When I woke up, I was
being been shoved into a room I was just about to scream when he came
back with a gun, a chair, and some ducktape. When he went downstairs,
I heard him call someone but I couldn’t hear what he said. He was
coming up the stairs then I spelt the mustard again. I woke up in my
bed and wondered was it all a dream.</span></span></p>
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<p align="right" style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-GB">Tadhg</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-69966602723430270892022-02-11T06:42:00.000-08:002022-02-11T06:42:00.461-08:00 WRESTLING SHARKS<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">WRESTLING SHARKS</span></span></p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I went to the zoo for the first time last week. When I entered, there was a monkey that shoved me when I walked by him and ran away. The zoo was in absolute chaos, with empty mustard and jam jars everywhere for some reason. There was a group of crocodiles “playing” guitars and drums. The noise was so horrible I covered my ears. But the most extraordinary thing was the shark wrestling. Crowds had gathered round and were cheering! I sprinted out of the zoo, but that night, I had haunted nightmares of wrestling sharks…</div></span></span><div><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eoin</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-30550213496287089382022-02-11T06:39:00.007-08:002022-02-11T06:39:50.445-08:00 The Robot Soldiers<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Robot Soldiers</span></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It was Christmas Eve Ben was playing his guitar in his room. He shoved his guitar away and looked out the window. He was angry he should be out playing with his friends or playing football. Instead he was stuck in his house with nothing to do. The Robot Soldier were roaming the streets shooting anyone who came out of their house. The Robot Soldiers were extraordinary. They were also know as the Killing Machines. They had a mustard coloured skin. It was horrible. The Robot Soldiers were being controlled by an evil killer called The Deadly. No one knew his real name…</div></span></span><div><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Avenir W04, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; white-space: pre-wrap;">Claire</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-14269008064132673982022-02-11T06:34:00.002-08:002022-02-11T06:34:13.028-08:00 The Dark Funeral<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="background-color: #e9e9eb; font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Dark Funeral</span></span></p><span style="background-color: #e9e9eb;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: "Avenir W04", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;">After the Tragic death of Mike, the underground civilisation was terrified about what might happen. It’s a horrible feeling. A few days after his death, we gave him a funeral. His band members gave his mother his mustard coloured guitar, that he played to entertain children during the war. He was extraordinary. Blue and white roses covered his coffin. As they where lowering the coffin, sirens started blaring . Everyone was panicking and rushing to the bunker. When Mike's little brother got shoved to the ground, I rushed over to help, when a cold hard blast of air came and it all turned black …</div><div style="text-align: right;">Aoibhe</div></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-80605925762171552442022-02-11T06:28:00.000-08:002022-02-11T06:28:42.957-08:00 The Eagerly Extraordinary Pawn Shop<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> The Eagerly Extraordinary Pawn Shop</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Welcome to the Eagerly Extraordinary Pawn Shop! Do you need any help with anything?" said </span><span style="font-size: large;">the cashier. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Of course I didn't need help. I didn't want to buy anything.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"No, I'm fine." </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He walked into the back of the shop. This was my chance. I saw a old mustard jar. </span><span style="font-size: large;">I put it in my pocket. There was also this guitar, I took it off the wall and made a run for it, but just </span><span style="font-size: large;">before I got out, the cashier shoved me to the ground.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This was the first time I was ever caught. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm sorry, I'll put it back. Just don't call the police on </span><span style="font-size: large;">me," I begged, </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">T</span><span style="font-size: large;">he shopkeeper laughed, "I have something else to make up for this horrible crime......"</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Finn</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-36857376430193362372022-02-11T06:09:00.000-08:002022-02-11T06:09:04.615-08:00 The Horrible Noise<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> The Horrible Noise</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">By Liam </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One day, super famous singer 'Barry Miles' was preparing for his concert. Thousands of </span><span style="font-size: large;">people were coming to see it. Lots of tickets were bought for the show, people even sold </span><span style="font-size: large;">their cars for a ticket! On the night of the show, Barry was getting ready for an extraordinary</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">concert. He stepped on stage and played his guitar but…...DISASTER!!! The guitar made a </span><span style="font-size: medium;">horrible noise! The crowd started booing at him. 'What a terrible noise!' said one, 'you're the </span><span style="font-size: medium;">worst you know!' said another. 'Eat this Barry!' said another as he threw a hot dog with extra </span><span style="font-size: large;">mustard at him. The sausage got shoved up his nose and Barry ran away (crying)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The end!</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-84588367915162999722022-02-11T04:32:00.006-08:002022-02-11T04:32:52.751-08:00THE GARAGE PORTAL<p> </p><p align="center" style="letter-spacing: -0.5pt; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a name="_GoBack"></a>
<span style="font-family: Calibri Light, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strike><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span lang="en-IE"><i><u><b>THE
GARAGE PORTAL</b></u></i></span></span></strike></span></span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-IE">The
bell rang for the end of school, and minute`s later the school was
empty.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-IE">Dara
headed home with his friends James Tomas and Noah Ellis. When they
Arrived at Dara`s house they headed straight for the garage. The
garage smelled as horrible as ever, like old mustard. Dara picked up
his guitar while James sat at the drum`s and Noah picked up his base.
“I think we`ll try the latest song” said Dara. Then the most
extraordinary thing happened.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-IE">A
big circle appeared in in front of them and something shot out. A man
stood there he looked around, shoved past Noah to the door, turned
into a Wolf, and ran out. They rubbed their eyes and looked through
the hole. And they new they were looking at another world.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="en-IE">Seán</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-64670680302276217442022-02-11T04:31:00.005-08:002022-02-11T04:31:24.720-08:00THE ACCIDENTAL ARCHAEOLOGIST<p> </p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #ffc000;"> </span><span style="color: #ffc000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">THE
A</span></span><span style="color: #ffc000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">CCIDENTAL
ARCHAEOLOGIST</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">3/6/2003</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #4472c4;"><span>My
year took a trip to Egypt last week. On Monday after we arrived in
the airport, we took camels to the camp site. My guitar got lost at
baggage claim. We had hotdogs cooked on the campfire for dinner with
ketchup and mustard. </span></span>
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<p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #4472c4;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On
Tuesday morning we went exploring the pyramids. We took a wrong turn
and stumbled across a hole in the ground. We stood at the edge,
trying to see what was at the bottom. Some horrible person in my year
shoved me off the edge. That is when I made my extraordinary
discovery. I had fallen into an ancient Pharos’ tomb…</span></span>
</p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #4472c4;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sinéad </span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665488540006687810.post-89927209944897431892022-02-11T04:28:00.005-08:002022-02-11T04:28:48.416-08:00The Magic Guitar<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Magic Guitar</span></p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: justify;">
It was a cold horrible day. Jamall was walking home from school when
he saw a man walking towards him. The man was dressed in a brown
coat, a black hat, leather gloves, and leather black shoes. He was
walking towards Jamall fast. Jamall noticed this and started walking
faster but the man was now jogging to catch up to Jamall. Soon Jamall
was running and so was the man. The man finally caught up with Jamall
and shoved him down an alley way Jamall was so terrified he didn’t
even try to struggle to get out of this man’s grip. On and on they
walked until the man pushed Jamall forward and pointed at a shape in
the corner. Jamall turned around to look at the shape. He then turned
around to look at the man, but he was gone. Jamall started to walk
forward he soon saw that the shape was a guitar ‘was this what the
man was pointing to??’ Jamall thought.
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Jamall walked toward the guitar he picked it up and played a few
cords and as he played, he got teleported to an extraordinary land.
As he looked around, he saw people dressed in sweet with pink and
green and yellow skin. He saw a lady that had sherbet lemons for
shoes and a toffee dress while her hair was made from pink cotton
candy. He walked around some more and found him self outside a weird
looking building. It was made from mustard. ‘Mustard really they
could’ve chosen anything, but they chose mustard?? Jamall thought.
He saw the gates were open and he walked inside. As soon as he went
in, he got a huge smell of mustard Jamall held his nose because the
smell was so disgusting. He walked on and on and saw someone it
looked like a man made from ketchup the ketchup man saw Jamall and
said, ‘HEY YOU GET OVER HERE’ Jamall was startled and ran for it
the ketchup was chasing Jamall. Jamall was leaping over people made
from sweets and was throwing sherbet lemons at the ketchup man. Just
as Jamall was going to give himself over to the ketchup man he saw a
portal opening he looked inside and saw that it was the ally way that
man pushed him in. He quicky leaped in and just as the ketchup man
was going to follow Jamall the portal closed and Jamall was back in
the ally way. He ran home and never saw that man or guitar ever again.</p><p style="line-height: 108%; margin-bottom: 0.28cm; text-align: right; text-indent: 1.27cm;"><span style="text-indent: 1.27cm;">Stella</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1