Month: March 2015

oh if we go up the river more we could find the way.

But you got it wrong last time young hagrid

dont we have to cross the river?

here, grab that log

Beside a dirty, tatterterd, old phone box young Jimmy looked on into the dark, gloomy city. On his bike he rode while staring at the city, he remembered how much he used to love this city. It’s intriguing smell and it’s beautiful atmosphere really drove Jimmy into a phase, and he looked at it now. Over the bridge he rode, he wondered how the place he used to idolise deteriorated this much into a place he imagined, which was not far off of hell. He dreaded meeting his mum and his sister. They thought the city had its same charm, but he honestly knew they hated it. As he got to his mum and sisters front door, before he could even knock he was greeted by a wave of happiness and felt a bit bombarded by it all. Beneath all the happiness and joy he could tell his mum was holding it in. There was a reason why Jimmy was here, unfortunately it wasn’t for the best reason. His dad had been fighting a battle, a battle for a really long time. Unfortunately he had lost, the battle had been with cancer. When his dad was diagnosed as terminally ill, young Jimmy was distraught

Preposition: a word that describes where you are, eg: on, under, inside, outside.

On the bridge was a silver, slick Bentley. It moved majestically, gliding through the air as the wheels spin elegantly over the bridge. In the car was Russian businessman on important business, about to sign a multi-million pound contract, which allows them to take over the whole of Gap.

Although Hagrid the Russian had a weird feeling about coming here. Why couldn’t they have they of just met in the office a like last time, this all seemed a little shifty to Hagrid. Jimmy emerged from his whip. It was German. The car was blaring music from the speakers and could have been heard from seven roads away. Jimmy got out of his car with a gun in his and pointed it at young Hagrid, he froze up.