A long time ago when the world was tiny cameras were just made and they were so popular. Everyone wanted one but John wanted one the most… when he got his little tiny hands on one he was like WHOA!!! It was so clear to look through and it was really big compared to him. The first photo john took was of his giant garden. It was beautiful and green and it was way bigger than him. He even sold it for about one million big bucks. After a while john became a famous artist and lived a happy life.
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One day there was a man who was a photographer. He liked to take photos of skaters when they were in mid-air. One day he was taking photos of skaters when a skater landed right on his new camera. Smash!!! Bang!!! The camera was smashed into a million little pieces the size of small ants. The pieces were spread all over the ramps. The photographer was so annoyed at the skater that he stopped taking photos and started to just sit on his couch for the rest of his life watching television. He lived on is couch happily ever after.
Once upon a time there lived a man but he wasn’t any old man he was a fairy. He lived in fairy land and ate shortbread for breakfast. But one day he was out flying when he saw a big black object lying on the grass. He flew down to take a look. When he was closer he recognised it but it was much bigger than he was used to. It was a camera. He looked in and saw a soccer ball but when he looked out he couldn’t see it anywhere so he took it back to his house.
It's time for you to take a look through the camera of imagination. What do you see? Every picture's different. Do you see stretches of green grass dotted with sun yellow buttercups? Do you see planets orbiting around and around until you're dizzy. You can not see the same thing as someone else. It's like snow flakes, or humans. So many of them but all different. Is the image you see scary or peaceful or maybe even sad. The image you see is you, your heart and your soul. It reflects your life. It is the future, and the past.
This is the story about a man from a poor village, in an underground world. The people were actually fairies. In the village, the only things they had were things they had stolen. This man provided entertainment to the village, by using his camera which he had stolen from an eight year-old girl, three years ago. Anyway, he would use this camera to film the outside world, which they called “upstairs”. He would film nature, crime scenes, birthdays, special events,…well anything really. His job was very important. There are many other very important jobs. Which one would you want most?
Out of nowhere a small midget man was on my vintage camera. I was shocked. I thought that was a rare species of a bug. It was so intelligent. I saw a bunch of them in my garden communicating. That’s how I could tell there intelligent. Like in all the Jurassic parks the velociraptors could communicate to each other. I was careful not to step on any encase I will kill them. So I picked one up put it in a jar and looked at it carefully. They were amazing creatures. There home was a hole in my garden grass.
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A dark starless night, With only the moon in sight. The sea was as black as coal, Trying to escape was my only goal. I was a prisoner on the Kraken, The mythical monster of the sea, That devours anything, even me! Help was no where near, I felt a sense of fear. The waves grew larger and larger, Heading towards me like a charger! As the waves got smaller, I saw a black shadow in the distance getting taller. It was a repulsive, sinister, monster, Who swallowed me up without a hiccup, Alone and forgotten at sea. 134 years later- On a cold, snowy night, With no one in sight, Another lonely traveller puts up a brave fight. He's sick and alone, far from home. He broke all the rules and escaped St Anthony's school. A new journey he begins, For the monster, doesn't always win... Bullets of rain shatter on the ground,
One by one until the sun goes down. An ocean of umbrellas used as shields, People are drowning in the flooded fields. Faces everywhere, Stop and stare. It is unbreakable and powerful, We shall let Mother Nature have its way As we have nothing else to say. Too much rain we can't explain. There is nothing we can do! It all comes down to you. Save our souls, As you have what our future holds... I was in a tree, my favorite tree,I love going up the tree because it is the tallest tree in Blue Umbrella park. I especially like it when it is blue umbrella park day, and everyone brings blue umbrellas to the park.When I am up in the tree it looks like the most beautiful ocean. sometimes it looks so real,I just want to jump on the umbrellas.That is my favorite day of the year.
Mum why do we have to write your phone number on our arm were just going to the ester show you need to wear my phone number because if you get lost you can call me, but I know your phone number its 61123456789 anyway you still have to ware it can we go now???;20 minutes later; mum lets go lets go I want to go on the Ferris wheel ok maybe later mum did you feel that it’s raining get your blue umbrellas up I’m climbing up the tree instead ok wait WHAT!!!! look at all those umbrellas mum!!!!
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