Part oneA Chapter by TazzieThe story.
'And she was never seen again some say there were picthuers of clowns found next to the body.... after the police had seen the pictures they died mysteriously two days after' Auntie Jen whispered to the three boys : Karl , Tom and Mase.
'Don't actulley belive the old cow ... do you?!' Mase laughed at the two enrgieged boys. 'Oh no no a clown i mean come on!' Tom laughed. 'Yeh right you loved the story as much as diaper boy here' Mase pointed at Karl who was still staring at the camp fire .. proberly miles away in dream world (where ever that is) 'Come on i have better things to do then sit here lisening to old wife's tale on a friday ! Come on guys' Mase shuffled into the trees. 'Sorry guys i'm going back to camp...' Said Karl fiannly pulling his eyes away from the fire. 'HAHAHAHHA' Tom and Mase burst out laughing 'Okay scaredy pants go back but when WE have a good tale to tell all the girls at home .... well we'll make sure they know how you stayed at home with your nanny' the boys walked thurther on into the woods. 'what ever' was the reply but the guys didnt look back to see if he was coming they stumbled up a little banking.... 'So where did the witch say the murder was i'm dyining to the suppose murder sceane' 'The little box whats it called....' Mase said jumping over a little river. Bumff the large boy made the ground shake as he jumped. 'The explorer box' geussed Tom smiling at the big lumox 'What would she be doing at a place like this at stupid o clock' wonderd Mase 'She might not have been killed at night .... she was only FOUND at stupid o clock' spoke Tom. 'Then what was the person who found her doing at up at stupid o clock' 'Why are you askin' me' Tom laughed CRASSHHHH 'Shhh' Mase held a dirty fat finger to Toms lips 'did you hear that?!' 'I don't i couldnt of not heard it' He mummbled back 'can you get your finger out of my mouth please' he stumbled back 'where did you think it came from? Mase asked ignoring his complain 'It could've been anything ... a tree in the wind a woman slamming her door ..' he sniggerd. Come on were going back.... 'Fine we'll miss out on the girls' he laughed. © 2011 Tazzie |
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Added on October 4, 2011 Last Updated on October 4, 2011 AuthorTazzieManchester, United KingdomAboutHey its tazzie111316 i really love writting and i've started doing alot of it in my english lessons. The poems (and others) i put on here are just little things i've made to practice my writting skil.. more..Writing
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