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The Coast
Wind whipped through my hair, an icy gale biting at my skin like a rat, furiously gnawing at every bit of exposed skin. Mud stretched into the distance as far as the eye could see, a swampy terrain looming ahead. Grey clouds bore down on the land, siring up a storm. A sharp sting of saltwater that was carried on the wind blew into my eye. Excruciating pain, pulsed through my head, making my eye sting and my mouth froth. A moan of despair escaped my icy lips, immediately carried away by the wind.
I sighed and picked up my shovel again, a rusted blade on a rotting handle. I hopelessly drove it into the hard earth, straining with the effort, beads of perspiration trickling down my skin… And the shovel broke. With a horrible, scraping clang, it snapped.
The dull, red telephone box laughed at my futile attempts to get it into place. Frustration pulsed through my aching body, igniting a fire within me and with one furious throw, I sent the remains of the spade, soaring towards the sea like a rag doll. The hungry waves snatched the useless tool out of the air, and it was no more. The surf foamed with delight, relishing the taste of another victim.
I turned my attention back to the telephone box, it was not laughing now, it knew I was in control, it could almost feel my fury roaring like a tiger, the king of the jungle. With one mighty thrust I picked up the box and jammed it where it needed to go.
Pride now pulsed through my veins, I had done the task, I had conquered the challenge. The heavens opened up and rays of sunshine beamed at me, replenishing me after a tiresome task. I turned, and walked away, leaving The Coast behind me.
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My knees were shaking. My eyes were wide. My teeth were chattering. I hadn’t been able to get a good nights sleep in time for the day. The day of the competition. I had been waiting for my moment to do this; I had won the school cross country so why was I so nervous? I had butterflies in my stomach – a whole nest of them – tickling my insides and making me feel sick. I had to do this though. For myself. For the school. For my parents. An avalanche of anxiety crashed into my body in a seething mass, all my preparations seemed worthless. I had checked and double checked everything: my PE clothes, my water bottle and my lunch. I walked to the door and rested my PE bag against the wall as my parents showered me encouraging words.
After they had finished, I crept towards the school, my legs threatening to tip me to the ground as they wobbled like a rickety rocking chair. As I approached the gates, the realisation of this major event smacked me in my face. All around, people praised me, friends clapped me on the back and even the strictest teacher, Mrs Mulch, with her face set in a stern line, gave me a curt nod. Everybody seemed to be encouraging me.
The day dashed by as quickly as a lion pouncing on its prey. Lessons seemed shorter than usual and then it was time for the event. Bleachers lined the sporting ground, the crisp grass trimmed to perfection and the blue sky wrapped around the field.
Kids started coming out through the gates, big and buff with muscle shirts and shorts. Their eyes blocked with wrap around sun glasses. I suddenly felt like a rat in an owl barn. They were the predators. I was the prey.
A teacher approached me; “Why aren’t you wearing your PE kit yet?” she asked.
Uh oh.
Suddenly I remembered leaving my PE bag by the door as I left for school. My cheeks flared red as a London bus, freshly coated in paint. I felt like somebody had barbecued my face in a slow fire. The other competitors sniggered behind their hands and I heard the crowd whispering away. I wanted a chasm to open up in the ground and swallow me. I felt like the whole world was laughing- no- guffawing at my foolish mistake. My head lolled into my hands. I couldn’t run 3 miles like this. In school trousers and a buttoned up shirt. My uniform would break and thats thinking positive; assuming I didn’t strain a muscle…
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I am in Grand La Castile, five star resort and I am going to the bar to order a cocktail. Music blared from all around me, the sound mingling with clinking glasses. The warm Californian air wafted through the air hand in hand with the aromas of dinner dancing around and settling on the noses of the guests. I approached the bar, a modest, ornately carved mahogany counter where a jovial barman served pints of bear and luscious cocktails. I had a look at the menu, it was brimming with options. Should I choose a strawberry cooler or a lemon surprise, a fruit island, or a tropical pineapple. In the end I went with a strawberry cooler and the barman whipped up a phenomenal beverage with a hint of lemon and freshly sliced strawberries. The refreshing drink revitalised me and sent a wave of energy surging through my body. I thanked the barman and walked off.
Next, I decided to go and play some golf on the on site crazy golf course. It was clear that this course was designed by the finest architects as the balls weight perfectly operated the gears and leavers on the adventure golf. The most striking thing about it is that it was completely free of electricity. It was operated with cogs and gears and you could hit a ball into a river and it would come out the other side onto a huge wooden board. Then, the board would move with the balls weight and it would tip the ball into a tunnel which would carry your ball into the hole.
After I had completed all 18 holes, I went back to my luxury suite with soundproof walls and door so I would’t be disturbed by the music outside unless I wanted to open the door onto my balcony. My bed was already made when the 24 hour catering service had tidied everything up when I was outside. I flicked on the plasma Tv in the game room, equipped with PS6s Nintendos and an Xbox. They were equipped with all the latest Tv shows and video games.
After a while, My body was worn out and I felt like I had just run a marathon in a dessert. Those VR games really are lifelike! I made a mental not to go to the ice cream parlour later. One equipped with all flavours, bubblegum, caramel, wild berry, every fruit you could think of, fudge and deep sea. Even thinking about it makes me hungry. Perhaps I might go now…
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This my moment, my time to shine. My time to attract the attention of Skylene herself. The most famous lady frog in the garden. I had oiled and dusted my glossy skin, it sparkled like the constellations in an inky black sky and glittered an emerald green. My 2 eyes, as bright as rubies, focused on taking this picture. My instant camera was ready, the sleek black frame was ready when I was to take the picture. Skylene, a vision of pure loveliness, posed, her lips as red as twin cherries. Her porcelain handbag, her trademark feature, hung loosely at her side and an expression of curiosity was etched across her face, a picture perfect position. Wait! The picture! I needed to take it now! Just when I was about to get a picture, a huge gust of wind swept through the garden, almost knocking me over. Skylene was not so lucky. She stumbled and I rushed forward to stop her from falling but too late… Crunch! The impact made her head, her beautiful head come off. I stood. Staring. At cogs. And wires. The inside of her body was full of gears and circuits. She was a robot! Disgusted, I picked up her handbag and threw it in at her headless body. The bag, and the body, shattered into a million pieces. Metal pieces, wires, gears and plugs went everywhere. At least I was a real garden figure. Not a robot. I checked my body and found a logo. It said: MADE BY DENSO ROBOTICS…
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My AI Robot Goes Crazy
I used to have a £14000000 HH3000. Latest and best modal, until it went crazy that is. A HH3000 could do anything. You name it. It could fly, do sports, do chores and just about anything you could imagine. It was just this one day that it totally lost it. First, it did the opposite of everything you told it to, next it would do what you told it but in a a completely rubbish and useless way. You tell him to play tennis, he gets the ball and hits it so hard that his strings broke and the ball soared into the distance. The HH3000 was going berserk. Occasionally bursting into flame and incinerating random things, , putting books into the washing machine and switching it on, randomly hacking into the government security systems and telling random people how to activate nuclear warheads from their computer. It had to be stopped but how. it was water proof, electricity proof and just about anything proof. At first, the police crushed it under a ten tone block of concrete. The robot simply cut through it with his laser like it was butter before throwing the pieces at the London Eye and hitting every glass orb. Then, the army strapped a dynamite pack onto the robot’s leg. Unfortunately, knots was one of the things the robot was programmed to fix and undo. As the dynamite sailed away, through the air and crashed through the Shard and blowing apart 24 of its floors. As a last resort. The air force harpooned the HH3000 and flew it into the middle of the Pacific and dropped a nuclear warhead on it. This was no ordinary warhead. This was a one of a kind warhead, 1 km square and packed with atomic bombs. If it didn’t blow the robot into liquid metal, it was sure to crush it with its sheer weight. As the timer ticked, the bomb shook and even the robot was helpless. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The explosion shook the word as a n orange fireball rolled into the sky. The sheer power of it was so great. the robot was torn into pieces. Even the bullet proof layer couldn’t protect it. It was the end of the HH3000 once and for all.
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