must be magic

Astrid held out her hands. She was alone in the forest, and an eerie silence surrounded her. All she could hear was the faint buzz, like a bee settling down on a flower, coming from the thing she held so protectively in front of her.

Her hands were suddenly filled with a comforting warmth, as a silvery light pulsed from the object. A tingle ran down Astrid’s spine.

“It must be magic…” She muttered excitedly under her breath... “It must be!”

       All she could hear was the faint buzz, like a bee settling down on a flower, coming from the thing she held so protectively in front of her.

I have used a simile to describe the noise coming from the object.

And have a great day 

this is my anzac drawing

making ham and onion scones.

 so today i made ham and onion scones i had to preheat oven to 220 degrees then i had to measure out the ingredients, put in a blow then i had to mix it all with my hands and then put some flour on the bench then roll it out then i got a cup a cut them into a shape then put them on the baking tray then for ten minutes then put them in the oven for 12 minutes.

the creature from the deep

the creature from the deep It came from the sea, calmly at first. An enormous, slithering tentacle slowly oozing its way over the top of the sea wall, exploring the metal and concrete shapes with suckers the size of your front door.

Then, as more and more people came, and shrieks and cries of alarm filled the air, the creature became angry. All hell broke loose…In an almighty tangle of limbs and water and buildings and people, the beast came violently exploding out of the frothing water. The normally sturdy metal supports of the buildings groaned under the extreme weight of the gigantic tentacles crushing them. Panic. Complete panic set in.