Writing Detective Nyko


Shooting through the choppy white capped waves like a blazing arrow.
by Isaac


I feel like I'm free falling, like a flightless bird.
by William


Slashes of lightning cut through the clouds.
by Lydia


Charging soldiers run into position for the first of many invasions.
by Max c


The wastelands would sprout stretches of scarlet from the blood red colour of the poppy flower.
by Libby



Weaving through the waves as quick as a dolphin.
by Molly



Were greeted by a remarkable sight of scarlet, blood red beautiful poppies.
by Abby


Red flowers were blooming upon their feet.
by Hannah