Dragon
Drip!
Drop!......Drip! Drop! The deadly dragon’s cave was a cold wet shadow looming
like a robber. It was as dark as a vivid and as stony as a long snaky pathway
to a haunted house.
The dragon
had a tail as sharp as a rusty old pitch fork. His skin was a jagged jigsaw
with heaps of pieces missing. He had a red scaly back with flaky black bumpy
bits crouched on top.
His eyes
were glowing red fiery rubies staring down fiercely at its prey.
Ella Fraser
Puffball
Puffball is
the cutest thing ever. He has a little bow. He is a cloud going through the
air. His little legs are very skinny. Whenever he goes past a thing that looks
tasty to eat he goes after it. His nose is like a picked bone. He lies in a big
dark cave. The cave is like an enormous wet waterfall. His wavy whiskers are
like a forest. The only place you can find him is with a cute lady.
Sophie
Dragon
Splutter!
Splutter! Went the motor bike as I entered the cave in fear. As I entered the
cave I saw that my armour didn’t fit, so I had to change. I entered the cave
and saw a hideous looking dragon. He had a scaly back like a stegosaurus that
looked like it needed a doctor’s appointment. Instead of an angry dragon and a
bad dragon, he was even worse. Flames started to show in his mouth and a burst
of fire came out. Then he flew away.
Gracie
The Minotaur
The only
place you will find the Minotaur is the deep, dark, dead-animal forest. One day
I went looking for the creature. In a cave in the forest there were bones. It
was in there and it looked like it was half bull and half goat. Then it bit my
head off.
Vadim
Dragon
It was a
cold, gloomy night and all the dragons were resting their heads except for the
most fierce one – the water dragon. He’s the one that sleeps in the day.
Zoom! Crash!
Bang! Ahhh! The dragon swooped past like lightning. His legs were an old, worn
out rollercoaster. His wings were lizard skin dipped in the ocean.
As the night
turned to the bright sky he tried to get home as fast as he could to check that
all his diamonds and treasure were safe.
Adrianna
Dragon
Poof! Fizz! Went
the little dragon. It was as big as a strawberry bush. She was as soft as a
purple kitten’s fur.
Little puffs
of yellow smoke were like the islands of Sobindale, the village that is always
brown and crying. Her eyes were as pink as a glittery flamingo. The fur on her
wings was having a disco party as she soared as fast as a torpedo crashing down
over Sobindale.
Her teeth
were as white as paper and her tail as long as a tree in the forest of
Sobindale. The trees were hanging down like arrows because of all the
pollution. The little dragon was as big as a castle.
Her cave was
lime green and humongous, to fit in the dragon and all her toys. She cooked
marshmallows with her sky blue lake of acid flames. Her smile was as big as a
crescent cheese.
Sophia
Dragon
I tiptoed up
to the cave. It was dark like a night with no moon or stars and it was dry and
definitely huge.
The dragon
had scales as big as a tyre. They were smooth like armour made to fit anything.
They were a shiny, newly made coin. It was red and gold like the sun rising
into the desert sands.
Jacquie
Dragon
The dragon’s
black tail was a spiky trident, poking everything in sight. It was flaky and
pitch black like it had been mining coal all day long. He had delicate bat
wings tucked up under the shining stolen goods. They had spiders emerging under
them attached like sharks. His belly was a red hot raging ball of fire, fizzing
and popping under his thick, dark, scaly skin. Suddenly one raging red ruby eye
opened and I could smell choking smoke filling the air with his wings going
swish as they flew up like a kite. He moved so loudly it sounded like a lightning
strike ringing in my ears.
Molly.
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