Tsunamis are big waves made by earthquakes in the ocean. as they get closer to a island the waves get bigger and bigger and can course some damage
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war horse story
Peace and war
I called out to him to thank him and he seemed to understand for he smiled broadly and stroked my nose. ‘We’ll get along, you and I,’ he said kindly As Albert had promised, it was he who cared for me, and protected me all he could from his father;
nickered gently.
I was fresh again and ready for work the next morning. he would lead me out over the fields and down to the flat
War
‘That’s what I promised you last evening, farmer,’ Captain Nicholls said, opening my mouth and examining my teeth. ‘He’s a fine young horse, strong neck, sloping shoulder, straight fetlocks. Done much work has he? Hunted him out yet, have you?’
I ran on until I found myself alone and away from the noise of the battle, and I would never have stopped at all had I not found Topthorn once more beside me with Captain Stewart leaning over to gather up my reins before leading me back to the battlefield. ‘You see, Jamie, I told you so,’ said Captain Nicholls, and there was such pride in his voice as he spoke. ‘This is the horse I was telling you about – found in deepest Devon – and if we had gone on much longer your Topthorn would have been struggling to stay with him. You can’t deny it.’
It was only in that last week of my military education that I began at last to settle into the work. Corporal Samuel Perkins seemed less harsh towards me after that evening. He used the spurs less and gave me more rein. We did less work now in the school and more formation work on the open plains outside the camp. I took the Weymouth bit more readily now and began to play with it between my teeth as I had always done with the snaffle. I began to appreciate the good food and the grooming and the buffing up, all the unending attention and care that was devoted to me. As the days passed I began to think less and less of the farm and old Zoey and of my early life. But Albert, his face and his voice stayed clear in my mind despite the unerring routine of the work that was turning me imperceptibly into an army horse.
I called out to him to thank him and he seemed to understand for he smiled broadly and stroked my nose. ‘We’ll get along, you and I,’ he said kindly As Albert had promised, it was he who cared for me, and protected me all he could from his father;
nickered gently.
I was fresh again and ready for work the next morning. he would lead me out over the fields and down to the flat
War
‘That’s what I promised you last evening, farmer,’ Captain Nicholls said, opening my mouth and examining my teeth. ‘He’s a fine young horse, strong neck, sloping shoulder, straight fetlocks. Done much work has he? Hunted him out yet, have you?’
I ran on until I found myself alone and away from the noise of the battle, and I would never have stopped at all had I not found Topthorn once more beside me with Captain Stewart leaning over to gather up my reins before leading me back to the battlefield. ‘You see, Jamie, I told you so,’ said Captain Nicholls, and there was such pride in his voice as he spoke. ‘This is the horse I was telling you about – found in deepest Devon – and if we had gone on much longer your Topthorn would have been struggling to stay with him. You can’t deny it.’
It was only in that last week of my military education that I began at last to settle into the work. Corporal Samuel Perkins seemed less harsh towards me after that evening. He used the spurs less and gave me more rein. We did less work now in the school and more formation work on the open plains outside the camp. I took the Weymouth bit more readily now and began to play with it between my teeth as I had always done with the snaffle. I began to appreciate the good food and the grooming and the buffing up, all the unending attention and care that was devoted to me. As the days passed I began to think less and less of the farm and old Zoey and of my early life. But Albert, his face and his voice stayed clear in my mind despite the unerring routine of the work that was turning me imperceptibly into an army horse.
Friday, 5 June 2020
my story lost with siren head
LOST WITH SIREN HEAD
Chapter 1
A 18 year old teenager named Thomas is lying on his cough when his friends called him and they said “Come on man we are going camping and you are come with us you never have fun come camping with us”. Thomas replied with “true i have been busy getting my driver's license i guess i will come i did get it so ya i will go”. On a hot sunny Friday evening, the last day of school till summer holiday, Thomas went to his garage to find some camping supplies and he found an old movie call lost with siren head. It was late in the night as Thomas packed his things, said goodbye to his girlfriend and left for Lake godzilla.
Chapter 2
The track is rough and wet. It is 9:36 at night it is cold but through the fog he could see his friends playing around in their tents. It was a good location with plenty of firewood and spaces for tents. By the time he set his tent up it was 11:28 he got warm and fell on his air mattress and went to sleep. The next morning He got up, went to the toilet, had breakfast and realised his friends were gone. He looked around and saw nothing so he went in their tents and found…
Chapter 3
It was his friends in half blood everywhere and it was so scary he was shaken to the bone he had no friends they were dead ripped in half he thought that it had to been an animal of some kind he remembered an old tale his friends said yesterday that the siren head haunted the forest and ripped its victims in half. He ran to an old ranger tower then suddenly it turned night time, sprinting through trees he heard a siren his heart stop. Peeking out of the treetops in front of him was the tower he had no energy left so he stopped only to see his friends head fly on to the steps in front of him. He turned around and saw...
Chapter 4
It was the most terrifying creature, skinny to the bone, head made of sirens, brown, 40 feet tall. Thomas remembered the movie he watched lost with siren head. It was the same creature from the movie. He ran to the top of the tower to hear a radio going and a 217 hunting rifle with only the ammo in the gun. He tried to talk on the radio but the radio tower was down. He needed to get the tower and turn a generator on so he call the cops. So he had a long hike in the forest of the siren head.
Chapter 5
He ran down from the tower slipping on the way to meet the beast. He ended up face to face or siren to face with siren head then he sprinted for his life on the way he noticed some bright lights coming from a run down building. He followed the path to the building gripping the gun with sweat rolling down his red cold face, tripping and stumbling down horizontal branches then he heard a groan and a crashing and stomping noise and looked behind him and saw it for the second time they were face to face and he pulled out the gun and shot it in the stomach if it had one but no matter what he did he will not die so thomas ran to the rundown house and hide in the basement until the footsteps disappeared then he ran
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