Burning Home

I shall never forget the day that I watched my beloved home burn to pieces.
I was in my kitchen, when it happened, cleaning plates, bowls and cutlery. All of a sudden, I heard it. It was so loud that I dropped the plate I was holding. It was a deep rumble, with faint screams of the villagers that heard it in the background. It was the volcano.
  I ran outside, just in time to see it erupt. I cried out to my parents, whilst watching the village I had been born and raised in get covered by tons of molten lava, coming from at least 200 feet above our heads. The candy store, Mrs. Kookaburra's store, homes, fields, all gone.
  I ran back inside, desperate to leave the destruction. I grabbed all of my most precious belongings, and stuffed them in a bag. I found that my parents had done it with their's too, along with my brother's. My brother. Out playing. Volcano. Lava.
  I struggled to piece all the words together.
  As soon as we left the house, we called out my brother's name. He was with his best friend when the volcano erupted. But it was useless. We couldn't find him.
  A police officer jogged up to us, and told us to evacuate, as everyone else was doing. We hurriedly explained the situation about my brother. He said that him and his crew would look for him.
  We were all crying. I could feel the heat of the ground burning through the soles of my shoes, skimming my feet as we ran.
  We ran all the way to the train station, that had miraculously survived, all the way on the other side of the village. By then, my shoes were in tatters. We got on a train going somewhere safe, somewhere nice, somewhere with no volcanoes.
  The train ride took at least 3 hours. The whole time was spent weeping and worrying about my brother. We were sobbing the whole way.
  I was thinking about the eruption. I was remembering what had happened to everyone's homes and stores. My mother interrupted my thought. She told me that we would be staying in a hotel for a while, until things settled down, and we found my brother.
  When we got off the train, we headed straight for the hotel.

**3**MONTHS**LATER**

  We came back to the rubble that were the remains of our home. We'd received a phone call from the officer from before telling us to come down here, because they had found a boy that could be my brother. We went to the place he told us to meet him in, and he appeared soon after. Something was behind his back. No, not something, but someone! My brother walked out from behind his back, and limped over to us. Joy filled our hearts and faces, and we embraces him with a hug so gentle and so full of love. 

  He was very weak, but we cuddled him tightly just the same. The officers had found him a few weeks ago, hidden under rubble, sleeping. For the past few months, he had been eating any food that was left, and sleeping in the remains of houses and homes. The officers had cleaned him up, and healed him, but his leg was still sore. But apart from that, he was ready to bring with us. 

  We thanked the officer and brought our brother to the train station. We took the long ride to the hotel and brought my brother up to our room. We stayed in the hotel for a while, but soon after, we rented a house, and then bought it, and we lived happily enough from then on.

THE END

The Turkey-Sheep

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Jeez, stomach, I thought. Gimme a break, alright? I wrenched my small eyes open, and gave in to my stomach's pestering. I waddled over to my food tray, and bent down, and began to nibble, then eventually wolfed down whatever was left.
  My companions were still asleep. We were in our hut on Arnold Cattlehat's turkey farm. Yeah, that's right. I'm a turkey. A fat one. And my "companion's" were just the same.
  "Hey, Herbert!" Arnold called to me, seeing that I was awake, and full. "Get you and that big belly of yours over here!"
  You guessed it. Herbert Humphrey's my name. I know turkeys don't usually have names, let alone last names, but Arnold gave one to all of us. Anyway, I'm known all over turkey civilisation for my big, round, fluffy belly.
  I waddled over to him to see what he wanted. I let out a squawk at what I saw. Next to him were a chubby couple, looking for Christmas dinner.
  "Here he is," Arnold told them, waggling a long finger in my direction. "Herbert Humphrey, our biggest, fattest, meatiest turkey. I ain't gonna sell 'im to ya if ya don't pay up well. I worked hard to get 'im like this, and I ain't gonna be givin' him away that easily."
  The couple exchanged a few calm and knowing glances, and the lady said, "Oh, that won't be a problem. Does... a hundred and fifty dollars sound good to you?"
  "Heck, yeah!"
  "Great. Could you have him cooked and wrapped by Friday evening?" she asked, smiling.
  "Sure as heck, I can," Arnold agreed. The lady pulled a full-looking wallet out of her purse, and pulled out a few crisp-looking green dollar notes, and put them to Arnold's waiting hands. He smiled with glee at the couple as he wrote out a receipt and watched as they left in their beautiful, expensive, black Sedan.
  I stood there, trying to make sense of it all, while Arnold ran to the house, and into his kitchen, probably going to grab a pointy, sharp little thing that I call a knife. 
  "Oh, Herbert!" he called. "Come and get your treaties!" 
  The only treat I was going to get was a knife to the fluffy throat.No way, you fool, I thought. You're gonna kill me and roast me and wrap me up tight and hand me over to people that'll eat me.
  I waddled as fast as I could to the turkey hut, jumped up onto one of the boxes Arnold had stored there -and had never brought them back out, probably forgetting why they were there in the first place- and I started pecking as hard and as fast as I could at the roof. Slowly, it cracked, and created an opening big enough for an overweight turkey to escape through. I decided to let the other turkeys get away first. Once they were all out, I quickly followed after them, and climbed up onto the roof. I looked out, and found that we were right beside a country road, that people rarely used.
 The turkeys hopped off, and left. I hopped off of the roof, and landed on the road with a thud. I got to my feet, and looked around.
  "Gob-gob-gobble-gobble-gobble!" I squawked. In case you don't have a Turkey-English dictionary at hand, that meant 'I'm free! I'm free! I'm free, free, free!'
  As I was looking around, I saw a sheep field just up the road. Harry Bean's sheep field. He doesn't kill or roast his sheep. The only thing he does to them is feed them and sell their wool.
  I got a brilliant idea.
  I waddled quickly up the street in the opposite direction, and came to a few stores. I wandered into the local clothes store, and quickly snatched a white, woolly jumper, and a woolly hat that resembled a sheep's face.
  I quickly left the store, and slipped the items on. I waddled back down the road in my new outfit, and went all the way up to the sheep field. Harry wasn't there, and the sheep were locked in the field. I used my wings to fly over the fence, and went over to the sheep.
  "Yo, sheep-o!" I shouted to them. They understood me, because Turkey-speak is also Sheep-speak, and that is also Every-Animal-speak.
  "I'm the new turkey-sheep!" I told them. "You better prepare... Because the King of All Awesomeness is comin' y'all's way!"

  From then on, I lived as a turkey-sheep. I had a few problems with Harry Bean, constantly trying to shave my clothes, but that eventually worked out okay.
  It's a mighty good thing that he's half-blind!

THE END

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas: An Answer to Bruno's Question.

Just some work I did at primary school whilst reading The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas by John Boyne. Before we read the chapter Shmuel Thinks of an Answer to Bruno's Question, we had to write what we thought Shmuel would say. Here's what I wrote: 


  Well, er, we're all... different. The soldiers call us filthy Jews. They don't seem to like us much. We don't like them that much either. Even though we work for them, they are always... hateful towards us. 
  We all had nice homes, but one day, we were brought here. I don't remember much of my old life. I was brought here on a small, stuffy train. There were tons of other people stuffed on it with me. I miss my family. 
  We all wear yellow stars with "Jude" in the middle. I wear an armband with the star on it. I think we were them to show everyone that we are Jewish.

  The soldiers wear a sign, too. Their's is like a backwards diagonal Z, and another one going across it, and their sign is white, black, and red.
 
They call themselves Nazis. Once, I heard them talking about the "Fury". I don't know who, or what it is, but it seemed very important to them. I wish that they would just leave us alone. We never did anything to them. 

THE END