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Who am I?
I am a type of shark who lives in the ocean.
I have layers of dangerous sharp teeth.
I have three fins and a tail.
I’m gray, black and I have a white belly.
I sleep floating in the H2O.
I eat meat; I adore eating fish.
I am a great white shark.
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A Whale In My
Tub
One day I bought a new toy for my bath tub, a rubbery
whale. When I tried to wash, the whale came to life. I guessed that my
Zest soap makes things become alive.
The whale was floating and flapping in my bathtub. I
did not know what to do. I panicked and stepped on the whale. The poor
whale suddenly looked dead again.
When I took the whale to the hospital, the nurses and
the doctor looked at me very strangely.
By Tim
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SPEED BOAT
Fast, Sleek
Crashing, Splashing, Lashing
Red like chili
sauce
Sneaking, Darting
Jet boat
By Kevin |
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Dancing
in the sea.
Our best friends. Lifesavers.
Playing by the coral. Happy as can be. Intelligent
animals that can save you when you’re in danger.
Never scared. |
Raft
Cool, florescent orange
Floating, blasting, moving
Rafting is so fun,
Flapping, jumping, flipping
Fun, wooden
Raft
By Jesse
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I am an
attacking predator who lives in the middle of the ocean.
I am one of the biggest sea creatures in the world.
I think that humans are like sea lions to me.
I will eat almost anything. Can you guess who I am?
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A playful dolphin.
Played relays with the Orcas.
In the light blue tropical sea
Under the fiery sunset
Because he loved the exercise.
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Swimming gives
you exercise.
Swim all the way to Australia.
If you go swimming and you tie on to a tree and you swing off and you
will make a big splash. Motorboats drive you out in the middle of the
lake and then you can swim all the way back to shore.
By Tyler
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The
Mussel and
Octopus
Live
in
Large
bodies of water
Under
Salt
water oceans in
sunKen
ships
By
Daniel |
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Message in a Bottle
Chapter One |
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I guess it was about 5:15 when I
awoke the next day. I couldn’t remember much of what happened the
night before, just a chef running past me with a fire extinguisher, an
Englishman with a handle bar moustache, and a loud thunk on my head.
As I started to stand the pain in my head was excruciatingly tough to
handle. After awhile the pain in my head died down, but it was still
there. |
By
Jesse |
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As a geologist, I knew the islands
whereabouts, name and so on. The island was Flint Island and it was
fairly close to the Tuamoto Archipelago, a large group of islands.
Some had people on it, and I hoped that a fishing boat from the
archipelago would pass. |
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Now my focus was a fire. I could stand sleeping on the
ground for a day or two. I started to collect driftwood when I noticed
the almighty beauty of the sunset. It was unexplainable. It
was…was…just magnificent. It made you wonder…how? Oranges and reds and
pinks, like a normal sunset but different. |
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And then I saw it, a bottle, a
translucent green bottle with a cork stopper. Since I was knocked
unconscious and counted as a castaway on this island, I felt some
hope. As it floated ashore I ran to it, excited and anxious to see
what was inside. As I opened it, I thought, it could be a bad thing,
but that thought was erased by, ‘What if it’s a good thing?" |
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I
opened it and it read… |
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Dear Reader |
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And that was all.
The rest was washed away because the water had found its way to the
ink, and so, I thought, at that moment, all hope was lost.
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