My+Writing

__Friday 10 June__

Anger

Anger wears a full black outfit as black as the night sky for every day of the week of year. Hurting people is all he knows and leaves his mark is what he will do, the black mark. Leaving as quick as he had come, he will leave without a trace apart from his mark. He will leave a mark, you will see it on the side of your face, his mark and know who did it, it would have been HIM. His house is as black as his clothes so he can easily hide if his arch enemy “love” tried to attack him.Anger has only one friend excitement who will often meat with anger at a local hunting spot to help anger have some fun.

My Writing

looking and looking for something, anything even a sudden movement or change. Then suddenly out of the foggy mist I saw something. It was a giant purple-ish brown object racing towards the ship. I called for the captain and he came running over to see what it was. He looked as frightened as I was. We checked the scanner. Minutes later a giant green blob was floating around the ship. Then the captain said “Lets get outta here,” But it was too late to jump off board so I ran. I ran to the other end of the ship until there was no where to go. Surely enough there was ink running out of underneath the ship and it is spreading through the water. My heart started to race. The edge of the ship started to tilt to one side. The captain and I started to untangle the submarine.