Sentence Starters

He was walking through the mall when he spotted his friend coming in the opposite direction. When they reached each other, they stopped to talk. “How are you?” His friend asked. “I’m mostly okay”

As fast as she possibly could, the girl ran down the road. Running down the road, the girl went as fast as she possibly could. The girl ran as fast as she possibly could down the road. Down the road the girl ran, going as fast as she possibly could.

Burying body parts in the sandbox was the most efficient way that the child could hide his victims. It was a place nobody would check. It wasn’t as if he had any other choice as his mother had control of all other parts of the house. Besides, if they were in the attic, they would not decompose, but if he buried them in the garden, his mother would think that he had been ruining her plants and would have a fit. His only problem was that the dog would sometimes dig up the parts to eat but, as long as nobody saw that, he should be OK.

The Race

The last 30 contestants thundered over the hill, all running to the temple. Inside the temple, a ship to get one player off the planet. 30 contestants, one spot on the ship. it had to end in a fight to the finish. Ten days ago there had been over three hundred contestants, stranded on the desolate planet to discover the very strongest of them. Only 30 remained as the others had all died to the harsh conditions, limited food and hungry animals that inhabited the planet. The fighting had been kept to a minimum until this point. Over the journey, everyone had armed themselves. Most had knives and axes but a couple had small guns. They had the best chance. As the group reached the temple, the fighting broke out. Thirteen died in seconds, gunshots ringing out in the desert valley. The rest split up and tried to find entrances into the temple. By the time they all got inside, only eight remained. The ship lay at the very center, all the contestants running for it. One chopped another’s arm off, leaving him screaming on the floor. One of them had a gun, so he quickly silenced three others. He then engaged in a close quarters fight, his gun hit out of his hands. The fight ended shortly due to one having a knife, the other being unarmed.

The last 30 contestants thundered over the hill, all running to the castle. Inside the castle, a ship to get one player off the planet. 30 contestants, one spot on the ship. It had to end in a fight to the finish. Ten days ago there had been over three hundred contestants, stranded on the desolate planet to discover the very strongest of all. Only 30 were left as the others had all died to the harsh conditions, finite food and hungry animals that inhabited the planet. The fighting had been kept to a low until this point. Over the journey, everyone had found weapons. They at least had knives and axes but a couple had guns. They had the best chance. As the group reached the castle, the fighting broke out. Thirteen died in seconds, gunshots ringing out in the desert valley. The rest split up and tried to find entrances into the castle. By the time they all got inside, only eight were left. The ship lay at the very center, all the contestants running for it. One chopped another’s leg off, leaving him rolling on the floor. One had a gun, so he quickly silenced three others. He then engaged in a close quarters fight, his gun hit out of his hands. The fight ended shortly due to one having a knife, the other being weaponless. Four were left, one rolling on the ground with only one leg. The other three all ran at the ship trying to get in. They pushed and slashed at each other, all dealing deep wounds. They were very close to the ship, but could not get in as they were still fighting. They then heard the ships door close. In their confusion, they stopped fighting. The guy with one leg had crawled over to the ship while they were distracted and started the escape process. He had one. The others watched the ship fly off into the night and realized they would not survive. Slowly, they died of their wounds as the one-legged victor flew home.



The Never Ending Tunnel

The boy watched on as the tracks ran out from the back of the train and they moved forwards at an unknown speed. He was in the last car of the train, watching out the back window. It wasn’t like there was anything new to see. The never-ending tunnel never changed. The thick layer of trees surrounding the track obstructing any view of what was left of the outside world. The boy often wondered what life was like off the train, away from the engine rumble that had been with him as long as his heartbeat. No humans survived out there in the wild, but many wondrous animals and places were rumored to be hidden behind the trees.

He couldn’t stay to watch the tracks as it was time for his security detail. He walk down the train, passing about 13 other carriages full of other doors leading of to bedrooms, kitchens, store rooms and bathrooms. The train was about 80 carriages long, housing at least 120 people. His security detail was in the 15th car, where he looked over 2 or 3 prisoners. People weren’t prisoners for long on the train, depending on their crimes. If it was something pretty harmless, they would be thrown in for a day or two. As the severity of their actions increase, so does the day sentence until they reach about three weeks with little to no food. Past that point, they get thrown from the train, left to die in the wild lands.

Only two people were in the cells today; one who had punched another after getting drunk (5 days) and another who had tried to steal food from the plant conservatory (7 days).

He said hello to the other guard who he was replacing. Being only 16, he was the youngest person on security detail, but he was up to the task. All he carried was a small knife, but that was more than enough for an unarmed prisoner.

He had been on guard for about 30 mins when guard master

Stilt Town

The boy made his way along the narrow, rickety bridge. Reaching the other side of town was sometimes difficult, especially in a high wind. He passed several hungry, homeless men sitting out below the town on the stilts. There was nowhere else for them to go but to hold onto the cross sections of the cold, wet stilts, getting buffeted around by the raging sea. The boy had no time to stand and watch the homeless so he kept running, past the blacksmiths and the bar, past the homes of countless others who had survived the apocalypse, where the worlds people was pushed from the land and sent back to the dark ages. The boy dodged a bit of plank that had been kicked up by the wind. This was one of the worst storms this season. The clouds were angry, the deep, dark sea looking grim beneath him. He was nearly home; he could see his house just down the walkway and across the bridge. He was halfway down the walkway when a massive wave reached up and washed over the bridge. He felt the supports beneath him shake and saw several hobos get flung into the sea. As he looked down into the sea at the hobos, he noticed a light, traveling underneath the raging waves. With a gasp, he realized. A rival town was using the storm as a distraction. They would come and knock down the stilts to make the town fall. When all the townspeople had drowned, they would drive in and pick up resources. It was a clever raid. The storm would make it look like a tragic accident and no town would get the blame. The boy knew that he had to get to the bell to warn all the other citizens to get to the boats and escape. As he ran, he could feel the stilts cracking below him, lights shining through the cracks in the walkway. The bell was in the center of town, so he wasn’t too far away. From his left, a huge crunching noise split through the sound of the storm. The whole left sector of the town was falling. There wasn’t much time. He got to the bell tower and began the climb up the spiral staircase. He got to the top and rang the bell. Even with the storm, the noise was deafening. His job done, he now had to get to the boats himself. Running as fast as he could, he got to the docs and jumped into the entry hatch on one of the submarines. He looked out the periscope to see if anybody was coming. A father and his son and daughter were running down to the docs. The boy knew this family; the man’s wife had died that last year to a violent and very graphic shark attack, and they had all been suffering from trauma and depression ever since. They were nearly at the submarine. The boy held open the hatch and called for them to come with him. the man smiled and was nearly there when a massive wave came and smashed the whole family into the sea. The boy watched them scream for help as they were crushed by the massive waves.

Point of View

Task 1: I, i’d, you, he, she, we, they, him, us.

Task 2: She, he, him, they, them.

Task 3: 3rd, 1st, 1st, 3rd, 1st.

First person: I walked down the road, feeling the cold concrete on his feet. Looking sideways, I could tell by the state of the houses that I was in the rough part of town. Every few minutes he looked behind him, thinking somebody was there. I shivered as he held onto his hat as the wind attempted to take it. I did not know where I was, or how long it would take to get home.

Third person: He walked down the street, passing the run down houses. As he walked by, eyes followed from behind him, but every time he looked, he could see nothing. He was cold as he had not anticipated the windy weather. A storm was coming and he was still a long way from home.

Preposition

Above the evening city, the sky sat, its light shining in through the large window. Situated high up, looking over the city, the little girl had a perfect view from her 1st class room, courtesy of her billionaire parents (owners of a dodgy oil company). The room she sat in had hundreds of books and ripped paper strewn all across the floor. Upon a blue chair the little girl sat, greedy and ignorant of the millions of others who would suffer because of her excessive material consumption. As far as she was concerned she sits above poverty and war, above all commoners.

Hyperbole

Sight: Horrific Taste: Garbage Hearing: Shattering Touch: Burning Smell: Rank

The morning was garbage. I woke up to the sound of my phone notification. Some of my friends were bitching about how one of them was “fake depressed”. Putting the phone aside, I got up to go down stairs and nearly tripped over the cat. I told it to move, but it just watched me with such intensity, I decided to leave it alone. The radio was on describing how a man had fallen into a supermarket freezer 10 years ago and they had only just now found his rotting body.

Quaking from head to toe, he could have hung his hat on his eyes they stuck out so far.

All the geese flew backwards, all the fish moved south and even the snow turned blue. All spoken words froze solid. The cold is being hyperbolized. It gives the effect of very cold.

The explosion of light shimmered in the glassy reflection of the icy lake.

The church’s beauty is a lie, disguising the conspiracy and deception of all religion.

The small stream is only the beginning of the great and vicious flood.

Personification

Table: Tough, stand, supportive, fat, shudder.

Headphones: Scream, perform, talk, sit, grab.

Book: Explain, talk, flip, told, boring.

Poem: -The moon and sun – Sulkily, business, spoil, rude, thought, she, him -The sun is irritating and greedy while the moon wants to have fun.

The trees arms reached out to grab the attention of the greedy tourists.

As the mist closed in, the tree trembled in the cold.

The trees cowered underneath the commanding mountains.

Similes and Metaphors

Life is like a swamp; I want you out of it.

Life is a struggle.

Death is like a dream; you can’t remember it.

Death is a tree; it keeps growing.

My house is like a fire; its warm inside but if you go in, you won’t survive.

My house is a job; the more you work on it, the more money you get out of it.

The jelly fish are like people; there are too many of them.

The city is like science; boring.

After Isle of Dogs

Atari turned out to be a poor leader. He may have had good spirit but he was young in age, and was unable to make the tough choices. Due to some unfortunate events that were unrelated to him being leader (and some that were his fault), the country soon descended into nuclear war. In the first few weeks, countries like Norway, Sweden and Finland were lost in the crossfire. they were soon joined by the entirety of South America. Times were tough in Megasaki city. People were hungry, and some of the dogs had gone back to trash island because even there, they would have better lives. Atari (due to his weak developing brain) ordered the execution of some of his men, because he thought they were spies. To be fair, he wasn’t without cause. An assassination attempt was made soon after this, but was discovered before the assassin got through the front door. Supposedly, he was trying to save the country from Atari’s poor rule. Unfortunately (for Atari), he wasn’t the only one angry with the current authority. An uprising was building down in the city streets where people were starving and disease was running rampant. The leader of this mob was unknown, but they were said to have men inside Atari’s home as spies. 2 years into the nuclear war, Atari died due to a kidney failure. this left the country in anarchy, and this is where the story begins.