A young explorer ventured into the wide darkness of a deep cave.
“Crash Bang!” The tumbling rocks engulfed him like a crocodile clamping onto its prey!
.rapped and alone the explorer cried for help “Help! Help! Anyone there!?” he cried.
Within the vas rocks he had no food : no oranges, bread or chocolate all he had was a backpack which held a pick-axe , rope and a machete.
Struggling to think straight he heard dripping into the puddles like a sea of red.
As the blood drained away from him he knew his time was up.
“Hello? “Screamed a voice…
Deep within the Amazon rainforest there was a young boy who was stranded by, the river, not much to drink, not much to eat .All he had was his crocodile skin bag that contains; orange, knife and a bottle of water. So the boy set of to find shelter,
The ground just collapsed, so the boy was stuck underground in a creature, nowhere to be found, nowhere to be seen all alone in a big whole .he looked down at his leg and saw his leg was hanging off he was losing blood quickly. He was surrounded by wide big rocks. He made some rope by weaving vines together to make a super sturdy rope. He though to rope out of the whole and managed to get it over a branch and pulled himself out of the creature. The where a lot of boats, crowding ,trying to find him
The wide opening of a cave stared at him in the face. Intrigued he explored the cave’s entry as he walked further and further into the cave he noticed it became narrower as he felt his way through it. It was like a crocodile’s jaws, the rocks cut his hands on each encounter with his palms.
Within the arms of the cave he began to see cracks emerging from the rocks .Orange sand fell through the roof and into the stream below, and soon the rocks did the same, crashing into the water like dolphins into the sea.
The cave soon came to an end in a downward spiral, all he could do is hope…
… He collapsed and died…
Once there was a spoon that lived in a wide kitchen. The spoon had a glossy face and orange eyes that peered around the area. He lived on top of a counter and waited to be used.
Within the area, there was a crocodile looking creature that roamed around the kitchen floor – the humans called it a dog but the spoon called it the beast. The beast was the only living creature that knew that utensils could move but the humans did not know. The beast took spoon’s sister and put her in the garden. The living things only knew it was safe to go onto the floor was when the beast collapsed into his pillow in the corner of the room. That is the only time when spoon can try to save his sister.
1939 – New York (Based on War of The Worlds by HG. Wells)
Creatures were everywhere, they looked like crocodiles with tentacles, stomping through New York like murderous tourists. Their orange tentacles grabbing and eating people like oversized
Martians had arrived to take over. Their towering machines as tall and wide as a skyscraper with steel legs crushing anyone not fast enough. People hid everywhere, within basements; on top of museums. Martian robots crushed houses and skyscrapers. Everyone ran in a deadly huddle, looking for anywhere to hide, anything would do, collapsed record stores, even prisons! All hope was now lost.
Humans would obey the Martians, if they didn’t eat them first.
The Unknown Island!
Suffering in an unknown island with dangerous creatures lurking about like CROCODILES, birds of prey and big, wild cats. An explorer, ready to take on any challenge, had discovered a cave but it had COLLAPSED onto her and it had locked her limbs in piles of overpowering rocks.
Her straggly, ORANGE hair was trapped WITHIN the WIDE surface of the rocks so she couldn’t move an inch. With one hand free the other being crushed by great boulders of the cave of the cave, she could not reach her bag which had her useful survival gadgets in. the explorer was stuck. Helpless, weak. Slowly, blood released from her body.
“This is the end,” the explorer whispered.
“No it isn’t!” exclaimed an unknown voice…
Deep within the dark cave was an opening as big as a crocodile’s mouth. In it was a man and he heard rumbling. Soon he realised that the top of the cave was going to collapse. He started to run to the front but he was at the back of the wide dark cave. He was too late the rocks collapsed before he could escape.
He was trapped he had no food: no oranges, bread or chocolate and he had no water. He only had rope, a pocket knife and matches.
He remembered he saw some dry dark wood at the back of the cave, so he walked to the back of the dark cave and picked up all of the dry wood and walked to the front of the cave. He put the dark wood down carefully down in a pile then got out his matches and lit the fire and it flickered with red, yellows and oranges.
Within the mouth of a crocodile lay a racoon. This racoon was special. His face was orange. The way he got into this mess was by being stupid, as he is. He said he could catch a crocodile, so that is what he did! Carefully, he made sure the crocodile catching box was wide enough for the crocodile to go in. He worried so much about that, that the material the he made it out of was so flimsy and weak. Suddenly, the crocodile catching box collapsed and the crocodile ate him. That is how he got within the mouth of a crocodile.
Running fast as the cave collapsed before him, the man stopped and stared…
He knew this was it… his fate, then beyond the darkness a white figure approached.
He looked vastly for a wide hole to hide in, but with not much time as the black dusty rocks were closing in.
Snatching the crocodile skinned from his back, he pulled out his knife in desperation .The figure moved closer, then it swung its bright orange coat over the explorer.
Suddenly the boulders fell from within the gloomy cave and towered above the beings meaning they were seriously injured…
On the edge of the horizon stood a person, what a sight he must have seen! A wide crater, filled with the most brilliantly bright liquid with a pale peach glow that shimmered under the summer sun.
He stepped back, obviously startled. Within the centre of the lake, was a large rock atop of it was a creature, it had the head of a crocodile, body of a snake and the temper of the devil…
The man collapsed. It was too much. A lake that was bright orange? A creature that was part crocodile? Surely this was a dream…
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