Ali B
Tuesday, 19 June 2018
Thursday, 17 May 2018
Fire work memior
I can only watch, helplessly, as the firework screams next to my feet. If it had landed 10 cm away from me, the chances of me surviving are approximately 0.1%. How lucky I was to survive that incident without a scratch.
By Ali Bicer
4.5.18
Monday, 4 December 2017
The chapter book of doom!
The chapter book of doom!
The day came, the day where I had to read a big bad chapter book. The torture, the pain, the horror, the book was evil. I open it, multiple emotions were ruining through me I was scared, nervous and much much more. Then I read it but it wasn't as bad as I thought. The day came, the day where I had to read a big good chapter book.
Tuesday, 28 November 2017
my scarf.
MY Scarf
My scarf was blue,
A dark ocean blue,
A glimmering reflection,
the eye catching shade,
A crashing wave hitting the shore,
A plain blue fending the cold off.
My scarf was blue,
A dark ocean blue,
A glimmering reflection,
the eye catching shade,
A crashing wave hitting the shore,
A plain blue fending the cold off.
Monday, 13 November 2017
bird of paradise flower
bird of Paradise flower
As it shines in the sun,
the burning flowers,
the midnight purple gem,
catches your eye site as you walk past,
silky stem poking you as you rush your fingers past,
sitting there like a rock hard soldier,
the flower blows in the wind,
this is a paradise flower.
As it shines in the sun,
the burning flowers,
the midnight purple gem,
catches your eye site as you walk past,
silky stem poking you as you rush your fingers past,
sitting there like a rock hard soldier,
the flower blows in the wind,
this is a paradise flower.
lady on the train
lady on the train
¨Is she staring at me?¨
The old depressed women with the stale face has been staring at me forever now.
¨Is it someone else?¨
I look behind me.
¨nope!¨
I start to fall asleep.
¨I can´t believe the last thing I´m going to see is your face!¨
¨What did you say about me!¨
I start to sweat.
¨um um I´m sorry!¨
¨you better be...¨
and that´s why I don´t talk to random people on trains.
¨Is she staring at me?¨
The old depressed women with the stale face has been staring at me forever now.
¨Is it someone else?¨
I look behind me.
¨nope!¨
I start to fall asleep.
¨I can´t believe the last thing I´m going to see is your face!¨
¨What did you say about me!¨
I start to sweat.
¨um um I´m sorry!¨
¨you better be...¨
and that´s why I don´t talk to random people on trains.
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