MH370 ups and downs.

The sun was shining when MH370 was cruising to New Zealand. Electronics were beaming, teeth were chomping. Then...

Drop. Passengers froze in mid-speech. Crash, boom, ba!!! Everyones bodys were flying through the air. What was going to happen next?

Crash!!! What happened? Kids were watching dolphins and fish swim by. Soon everyone realised where they were.

Panicking got a bit over the hand. Running around screaming let alone a flood of tears. Tear stained faces were permanently stuck on.

Screech, cackle, scream croaked the motor violently. With one last scream victory was at reach. The plane was now in for a unbelievable ride... Footprints covered the wet golden sand.

Everyone is a survivor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

A winters day poem.

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It's a nightmare.

Peering through the window jagged glass stuck out from the edges. Small islands of moss grew from the cracks. The furniture had bones crawling from underneath them ready to attack. Photos of ancestors showed their ghastly faces. Should I go in?... The rusted handle screamed as you got grip. Old paint was walking down the walls.

The stairs were screeching without a single touch. A lake of red flooded the lifeless room. Chunks of wood fell off the walls. Unpleasant  smells whiffed all over. Ripped curtains covered the cloudy windows. What would happen next?

Cobwebs grew bigger. The floorboards were jumping up and down. Lightbulbs were now millions of pieces on the floor. It was a nightmare. Mountains of dust that were too high to climb.

I have to get out of here!!!!!!!!

Eternity wait, delicious prize.

Tick, tick, tick. " Why does it have to be an eternity"? Do you think time is a thief? The noise was the loudest thing in the world. Gripping on coins, they were a burning sun in my hand.

A middle-aged man in front had sweaty substance dripping off his bare head. Scratching his unpleasant armpit. I think it is a wise decision to leave the line. Who cares about an ice-cream.

Look there's Cullum and his daughter Sophia. Pushing, pushing, budging, budging. They get in front.

I don't even think "wait" or "patience" are in their vocabulary. It's already been a century and we haven't even moved an inch.

Grooving to the beat. A man dancing side to side. Would you like to listen pulling out a huge chunk of wax. "No thanks" I replied. " There's really weird people in this town" I thought.

Next in line was Ella, the greedy, fat, Ella. " I will have five ice-creams sir" she boomed. " Wow Ella are you going to share those." Said the ice-cream man surprised." " No I won't there all for me" she snapped.

What's wrong with the people in this town?

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