I boil across the black-as-a-panther sky.

I flash.

I zip.

I cook the crashing rain.

I am the ZAPIFIER, the overpowering lightning.

A stapler woke up one day.  It stapled all it could see.  A man had a sword.  He swayed it.  It was made out of bamboo and gold.  The toy train attacked him with a rope and pulled him on the train and tied him with the rope.  A train teamed up with army men to attack him.

I am a colonist in the 1700s.  I am a boy.  I live in a little town, in a log cabin.  Our cabin has a stove for cooking.  My mom cooks dough into bread and buns.  We have beds on the floors.  We have wooden toys to play with.  On special days we go to the fair.  At Sundays we surround the fireplace and Dad tells the Bible story.

 

A ghost was waking up from its morning nap to scare the people.  It made marshmallows into bad marshmallows.  Most people took out their marshmallow sticks to roast them.  One person made a marshmallow into a s’more.  Then the bakery ran outside to catch them and to make cakes out of them.  The ghost screamed!  Eeek!

Slurping

Spitting

Tip-toeing

Yelling

Wailing

Filling

Somping

 

Boom!

 

Zapping

Spitting

Fuming

Slicing

Booming

Filling

Screaming

 

Crash!

 

I read Diary of a Worm.  The worms went to compost island.  He tried to teach the spider to dig.