Wednesday, September 25, 2019

The Floating House

The Floating House
The pounding down from the dark, grey, dull clouds, as the house was floating higher and higher into the clouds. At the same time, Amelie's heart was pounding faster than ever, when suddenly she heard a “DING DONG!” Coming from the tower next to the floating house which was higher than before.

As the rain was slowing down, Amelie heard really hair- rasing sound coming from her computer it frightened her, she jumped off her bed. It was creepy 19th-century music.

 To be continued ….

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I wonder if my ancestors learned to draw and paint like or did they learn more and more. I feel so happy to know that my ancestors were educated enough to teach the generation after them

It's like the tree,the roots are our ancestors or, the trunk is our grandparents/ great grandparents, the branches are parents, aunties, and uncles and finally the leaves are our generation that we are living in right now.

imove Rich Compered with poor By Shreya & Krisha