Avenger

He was gone for. My friend had a bullet through his heart, and had lost much of his blood. The tears rolled down his cheeks, why did he have to go so soon? As I listened to his last words, I knew he wasn’t going to come back. “Avenge me.” His eyes closed.

I was armed and dangerous. Ready to avenge. My new name: The Avenger! Gun, check. Ammunition, check. My hunt finally ended at an alleyway. Huh. Too easy. I had the gun, and he had nothing, not even a way out. As he scrambled backwards, as he begged me for forgiveness, well, I didn’t listen. I only had one thing on my mind. Revenge. As I aimed the gun, he cried out. “Please don’t kill me, I won’t do it again!”
“No.” I said. “You won’t.” BANG.

The bullet ricocheted of the concrete and lodged itself in a lamppost. I could not do it. I walked away silent, and I realised how I could see him again. I raised the gun, and fired. The police later found an 11 year old boy, lying on the ground with a smile and glazed eyes, with a bullet in his head. That boy saw his friend in heaven.

Assasins

The soldiers had returned from a war, with all of them harmed, but all still alive. As they walked, they had a sadness in their eyes, like they had seen something they didn't ever want to see, would try to forget, but in their hearts they knew they would never be able to. But they were still all excited to be home at last. Then suddenly, something whizzed past them. One soldier slumped to the floor, never to wake up again. Then the grenade went off. All were killed but 9. Those 9 opened fire on the masked, murderous assassins coming to bring them to their doom. Later, they were all defeated, and died warriors deaths, fighting for life. They were buried, with loved ones in tears, and were only ever seen again in imagination.

Bullet

Here it was: a showoff, a fight to the finish, two men, two guns, one bullet each. Mexican showdown. Who first, I wonder. What the heck, I might as well finish him off, he had taken a bullet to the stomach, good shoulder and through his thigh. I was luckier, I just had a bullet nick the tip of my toe. I raised the gun. BANG! But not my gun. With a shock, I realised that there was a sickening hole in my chest. As I felt my life slipping away, I raised the gun and fired at his heart. He slumped over, defeated and dead. “Sweet dreams.” I said, and fell to the ground.

Nuke

I was carrying a Nuclear Time Bomb, trying to get in the safe house where it would do no damage. 20 seconds! I sprinted to the place, 12 metres to go! 19 seconds, 18, 17, then suddenly I tripped. NOOOOOOOOOO! I must catch it, lightly, so I do not destroy the world! Yes, I caught it! 10, 9, 8, 7, come on! I was too far away, I would have to throw it, but one millimetre off and I would kill every human alive! As I threw it, the bomb exploded, but yes, it got there in time, the humans were safe! But unfortunately, later I found out that my muscle was torn, and would be inactive for the rest of my life.

Zombie

I crept up the stairs, escaping the noise down below. There was something strange, something was wrong. He heaved a door open, only to find more sets of stairs, leading who knows where. In the distance, I could hear something moving. I tip-toed up the nearest staircase, through the door, and little did I know, my doom. A slimy, rotten hand reached out and clamped on my face, eliminating any chance of a scream.

The Shark

As a shark came rushing towards me, I swam for my life! If I could just get to the boat, I would be abled to race out, away from danger. The only problem was that it was at least 100m away. The dark, murky water was no help either. I was going to have to rely n my last piece of adrenalin, my only hope. I frantically kicked toward the boat, which would only confirm the shark attacking. Would I make it? Oh no! A riptide! Wait a minute, yes! I went rushing, with the luck of the devil, towards the boat, but the shark was still gaining. Almost there... Yes! I scrambled up onto the jet-boat, but something was not right right, I didn't feel whole. The blood was seeping, and it was all I could do to pull the lever and motor away. I could feel my life ebbing away, and I slowly closed my eyes.

My family

My family is a bit weird sometimes, but who's isn't. The family I live with is quite big, I have got my mum, dad, two brothers and two sisters. My parents probably will get angry at me if I tell you their age, but I am sure that I CAN tell you that they are, for me, the best parents I could ever wish for. They love us all equally, and they are both really good cooks, ESPECIALLY my mum. She makes dazzling deserts and to-die-for dinners. Now I'll tell you about my psychotic siblings. My sisters are named Kasia and Sarah, Kasia being 8 years, 3 months 3 weeks and six days. Sarah is the youngest, at the age of 1 year, 10 months, 3 weeks and 6 days. And then there are my brothers, the craziest of the lot, Jackson and Cooper. Jackson, the Violent One, is 6 years, 11 months, 3 weeks and 5 days. Now Cooper, smart as a boulder, and about as crazy as a man that's been given an electric shock and then had his backside set on fire. He is 4 years, and turning 5 on December the 14th. He will have to start school in Year 1. Sometimes everyone can be a bit strange, but really, I love my family!