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=My Great-Aunt= The sun shines off her old, wrinkly face

As she toils in the garden each bright, sunny, day. She will always have a smile on her face in the garden Knowing the fruits of her labour will be so sweet.

Many a night she has spent sitting by the fire with her dog, With the T.V on after a hard day’s gardening. …loves to cook for anyone who comes to visit …if you visit on Sunday you will leave with a full stomach. She never complains Has always an optimistic outlook Will always cheer you up if you are down. Whenever you visit she will always offer you a cup of tea… …listening to your troubles.

Always giving Never taking Will never leave a person in need. An aunt to everyone

On wet days Looking longingly out the window Waiting for the next fine day To be back in the Garden again.

Always loves to be with family. Happy to have any visitors to stay for a night or two. Misses family dearly when they are gone. They miss her too.

By Zac

__Crystal Mountains__
// The Black Crystal mountains glitter and sparkle in the harsh daylight ////. // // The snow drifts softly down to cover the black mountains like a white blanket, // // And the sun begins to set as the snow begins to darken while the light fades from the sky, // // and all that can be heard is a soft breeze cutting across the top of the peak.// // The mountains are bathed in a supreme white, which glows during the day. // // At night, they are as black as the universe high above. // // There is no life in this barren wasteland, and yet it is one of the natural wonders of the world, // // They have been there for thousands of years and will be there for many more, // // They reach for the heavens like a set of stairs, climbing to the stars, // // Many people come from all over the world to see them, and yet they are still beautiful. // // They stand tall and proud, weathering the ages. //

// As I stand at the bottom of the mountains, the rocks sliding up like an impenetrable wall, // // I can hear the wind beginning to grow, and I can feel the coldness in the air. // // As I watch, the entire mountain is covered in a fresh blanket of snow, like it has fallen from heaven. // // Soon, it will seem as if nothing has changed, and the mountains will be covered once again. //



**__Paranoia__**
As Paranoia walks down the street, he keeps his old, patchwork hood over his head. His eyes dart back and forth, searching through the crowd of people, looking for anyone who might be a threat. He is highly superstitious and every crack in the path he will step over, and he will avoid any black cats he sees on the road. Paranoia lives alone in a large, dark house surrounded by dead plants and trees, because he is afraid of hiring anyone to remove them or replant them. He was born with Severe Obsessive-compulsive disorder, and that still haunts him to this day. He rarely talks to anyone, and he always keeps his head down when he talks. His father was wariness, and his mother was suspicion. They disappeared one day, when he was young, and he was left alone in the world. Originally, he was trust, but after years of living alone, he began to mistrust people even when they reached out and tried to help. Paranoia avoids as many people as he can, and you cannot see into his house because he has put thick corrugated iron across all the windows, so that no-one can see him while he is inside. When he very rarely goes out, he does so in an old station wagon which has tinted glass for windows. Every time he goes out, he only goes to the supermarket, where he pays a young boy to push the trolley for him so that he does not have to touch it. When he needs new clothes, paranoia will make them, because he is too afraid to go out and buy some or even order them. He never buys the newspaper, because he is afraid that it will bring very bad news. Paranoia only has one friend, his old dog, which he has had for twenty years. The dog’s name is hope, and is the last thing that he holds onto. Paranoia only trusts hope because he shines a ray of light on his miserable life. Paranoia does not want to go into care because he is fearful that his life will change for the worse, or they will take Hope away. He knows that when hope dies, he will sink even deeper into depression. Paranoia, when he is around you, you will feel suspicious and threatened of anyone around you. However, if his dog is with him, you will feel happier and more positive. Sometimes, paranoia can help, and sometimes he just gets in the way. By Zac  

His parents were seduction and Death, and both of their qualities he possesses. He wears a black cape that swirls around his feet. His face: a Black Death mask, mouth twisted into a smirk. His hair is black and twisted, like branches of an old, dead, tree. He was abandoned at childhood, left alone and cold in the huge world. Angry, he vowed that everyone in the world will feel just like him, lonely and friendless. His friends are Hate, judgment, and depression. Together with them he fights against his enemies, Love, Happiness, and kindness. He is Evil. As he walks down the street, an aura of black surrounds him like a cloud. His eyes dart back and forth, searching for a victim. When he spots one, he makes friends with them, and then he persuades them to act like him. Slowly, they become another version of him. Then, he turns upon his friends, convincing them to act like him. Soon, the behavior spreads like a plague, and suddenly, everyone is acting like Evil. His mission only has just begun- yet it has plenty of victims and many more potential hosts. Evil now rarely appears, but, when we are overwhelmed with rage, or hate, he will emerge, and you will find yourself behaving just like evil. He is crafty, and clever, and he is loyal to no-one, he doesn’t even trust those closest to him. He is reclusive, and still hates his parents for abandoning him when he was young. He has said that he will spend the rest of his days tracking down his parents, but he seems to have forgotten it. Father of Selfishness, he and his son were the best team in the world. However, neither of them trusts even each other, and very recently selfishness and evil fought, and things are still the same. Evil will never die, yet there are only a select few who follow his example, and it is through these people that he will continue to spread his legacy. By Zac