Poll results

Well, this week chocolate won the vote for the best prize!

The results!

Well, the results have been chosen. Here are the places;

1st-Chloe.T
2nd-Grace.T.H
3rd- Lauren.W
4th Amy.J
5th-Isaac.H
6th- Rebecca.A
7th- Emily.B

Well done if you were in the top 3! And a good try from the 4th below...

Chloe's entery for my contest!

Now, Chole gave me her entery on a piece of paper so unfortanutly we can't post it on the blog.... But she is doing very well as she is standing first! WELL DONE CHLOE!

Isaac's entery for my contest!

Well I’m sick and tired of being the chicken, I mean, I want to live a normal life, not just be famous chicken in all the rubbish ‘why did the Chicken cross the road' jokes. Its JUST NOT FAIR!” cried the poor Mr Chicken at the table, feeling very sorry for himself being in very annoying jokes all the time.
“Now, now dear settle down now, teas nearly ready. How many times you’re complaining about being famous, it isn’t that bad!”

After Tea, Mr Chicken was crossing the road (to get to the other side, Ha-Ha!) to buy some eggs for his omelette he was making, because every morning Mr Chicken has an omelette. He can’t be bothered to make it then, so Mr Chicken, being Mr Chicken makes it at exactly 9:37 at night. But when Mr Chicken was walking over the road with all his cameramen and assistance behind him was the moment when he noticed a silver shiny thing down a big ugly drain. It was glowing heavily, the more and more he looked at it the closer and closer he went to it. It was a strange hypnotising magical silver shiny coin. He was sure of it.

“What is tha…” before Mr Chicken could finish is sentence he was dragged off by something.
“Chicken?” said one of his assistances…

Grace's entery for my contest!

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 Sally entered the dark hallway. SLAM! All was pitch black,she tumbled on something, instantly she knew what it was - Mum! Slowly a tear trickled down her face. Then hollow footsteps started thundering in,
"Dad stop, please stop!" Shouted Sally but there was nothing of her kind,caring dad left. Just a hollowed out costume. What was really there was so terrible it could crush
planets into dust. Sally's dad was just a toy for this thing. Sally knew she couldn't escape but she'd fight for the small future of her life. She would die proud at least, fighting was simple for it though. He would talk to you. Make you feel you should die. Talk about betrayal and loss and hardship. Sally had had so much of this she was an easy target. Then slowly she raised her sword as did the thing,
"Why live," it muttered, "all those who doubted you? So many people have left you.So many people you trusted..." Suddenly Sally stuck her sword forwards only just being hit by it's sword.Then Sally froze, this was her father how could she hurt him?
Then with a horrible squelch it pushed the sword straight in her stomach when a sword hit him in the back,
"How dare you kill my daughter!" Shouted Fiona Blacks. Then she too took her final breath.

Well Done Grace!

Only 21 days left to enter Molly's tory contest!

There is only 21 days left to enter Molly's story contest...
If you want to enter, then GET WRITING!

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Molly's 250 story competion...

Write a story about 250 words long, post it as a comment here or give it to me (Molly) on a piece of paper.
 Prizes:
1st-Certificate,big mystery prize...
2nd-Certificate, mystery prize...
3rd-Certificate....

All other enteries get small certificate...

P.s(Please enter!)P.s