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I stopped in my path. I was looking at the magnificent jewels, shimmering and shining, in a miniscule jewellery shop, at the edge of town.

Suddenly, my eyes came across a massive diamond. It stood there, waving its glitter covered hand at me. All around that body full of crystals, were rubies and emeralds, making their way down the red carpet of fame. I started to skip with joy, at the sight of seeing pile after pile of gold braclets and ton after ton of silver brooches. An evil plan started to form in my head and a shiver of delight ran down my spine.

‘What if I stole ALL those precious gems- and make a fortune?‘ I thought, cruelly to myself, a slight grin on my face. I had not realised that I was smiling and cackling out loud in the street, like a hyena in the zoo, laughing in the pitch night, waking everybody else (on that street) up! Walking to the front door, as quietly as I could, I could hear an ear-piercing siren, wailing and howling in pain. I froze.

Suddenly, helicopters and police cars surrounded me. My heart was pounding, like a cheetah, running as fast as it could  to catch its prey. Out a voice whispered in my ear.  ” You are probably going to be spending quite a long time in prison mate!” roared a scowling policeman…

“At last, Moby, we’ve found it!” beamed Tim at his robotic friend, Moby. They had stumbled upon a magical bird!

Tim and Moby were stuck in a place that no human would have liked to be in: the jungle. They had different ideas about what the morass was like: Tim thought it was a quiet and peaceful, with all the birds chirping away in the palm trees; Moby hated all the bugs and cheeky monkeys (who swung around, freely in the branches) who didn’t have any respect for human beings (or in this case, robots!).

“This creature could change our lives!”

Vampire: Greetings my purr- fect pet! Would you like a bite to eat, before we go out and suck blood?

Cat: How I wish I had fangs, or a furr- ocious black cloak!

The pison cell was bitter and daunting. The top edges of the cell were covered in cobwebs and dust. The room was miniscule. The filthy, pale wallpaper was peeling and curling itself to the water covered floor. The floor was covered with broken glass and nails: they always broke into smaller pieces everytime a prisnor stepped on them. Fumes were rising and spreading themselves around that cramped prison cell. The room was getting more murky each day. The broken down bed (that stood there, sorrowfully) was tattered and bedraggled. Only a small amount of the prisnor’s posessions could be held on a little shelf above the bed, almost falling apart. The prisnors, who stood in that cell, longing to be set free and trying to escape this monstrous nightmare, had no idea, that another prisnor, was planning to have a go.  

“Unusual people, in this spaceship from out of space, I come in peace!”