Week 3 Swarna

"Hmmm... the glass didn't break!" Theadore exclaimed.  There was, an inexplicable problem to determine.
It was last night, when this incident happened.  It took place in a house just in the 2nd avenue.  Not a normal house, but an bizarre  one.
There was an emphatic noise, which was 2, 3 kilometers away from the house.  Subsequently, 99.99999% of the neighbourhood came to see what was happening.  Hold your breath...

No-one was there in the house!  Not even a single soul.  We searched every room nevertheless nothing was there.
But something contemporary was there. Ballet shoes.  Something strange was going on...

Week 3 Yanni

There was once a shed that was rusty and scruffy and surprisingly there was a pair of pink shoes.

There was nothing special  about this ‘shed’ until people started to get worried that there was something unusual; and it was… the pink shoes.

Do not even try to ask me what they were thinking of, but they were right, there was something round and black with thread inside one of the shoes… there was a bomb.

The bullies in my school didn't even think about it, typical of them; meanwhile the POLICE went to the shed!

The bullies in my school put a gas bomb in there, typical of them!

Week 3 Yuina

When my shoes get smaller, I always buy my new shoes in a small shop that is painted in red.
I really like it.  The shopkeeper of that shop was Mrs.Honey.  She was so kind to me.

Two years later, I went to Mrs.Honey's shop.  I gasped.  I couldn't believe it.  ...The shop was destroyed.  There was  lots of dust inside.  Carefully, I looked inside, there were the same shoes that I had!  Also, there was message on it.
It said,
" Dear Lilly，
Think you for coming to my shop!  Unfortunately, I have to go to another town...
Bye."
Mrs.Honey

Week 2 Gabriel

The Birds

Custard...

Nothing fancy, just a custard cake.

Nothing much...

The custard tasted like a lump of white gook.

Maybe it was the tart itself...

Whatever it was, it made the cake horrible.

Or at least, that’s what I thought.

Tarts are tarts and custard is custard.

Sometimes they’re good, sometimes not...

Anyhow, Birds did not make good TARTES À LA CRÉME ANGLAISE.

If they were so proud about they’re ickky cakes, they should go to London and take custard lessons.

Honestly, it was just white mud.

Not even yellow!

I will never buy custard from pigeons ever again.

Week 2 Yanni

The twenty-third century, the most valuable thing?

Gold? No, caviar? No, Custard from Bird’s Instant Powder? You might be laughing but yes! The most valuable thing in the world is Custard! It is $3.22 million and I will never ever get one of those amazing things but one day a miracle happened, my friend is really rich and he offered me one packet and I was amazed! I ran out of school (at home time), burst through the kitchen door and I stirred, mixed, dropped and finally made the custard of my dreams. When I ate the custard, it tasted like heaven.    

Week 2 Yuina

I was lying on the bed.  Wondering what mum  was  doing.
Just then I smelled something horrible.  Then I got out of the bed, tip-toed to the kitchen.

I gasped.  My mum was cooking!  She is clumsy at cooking.
After a while,she noticed  me, she sang
"I made you a custard, Tom!"

"Am...mum, I'm kind of full."

"Ok, then just eat one piece."
I couldn't stop my mum.  Therefore, I ate one piece...
The custard tasted like very salty food.  It was really salty.
"Now, how was it Tom?" Mum asked me, I didn't know what to say.

Week 2 Swarna

“The custard tasted like a vanilla ice-scream with sprinkles on”...Morella shook with laughter.  “Oh no sir, it’s vanilla custard with tiny chocolate chips on!”

I hastily whispered to the judge next me “Psssssssst”.  Subsequently, the judge next to me announced to Morella, that she had won the Astonishing Cooking Contest.  Her face lit up with happiness and triumph.  Morella was a girl with determination and always wanted to reach success.  She always had the chance to win.

When we went out of the outsized, stuffy and hot – aired cooking hall, I grinned at Morella, like a Cheshire cat.  It was a sign – for determination ‘n’ success. J