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//**__ My Queenscliff Story. __**//

 One day I was walking along the beach at low tide, when I saw a bright yellow crab scuttle into a small cave. The cave entrance wasn’t too small so I decided to follow it and hopefully catch the crab to eat it for a snack. I managed to squeeze in halfway before a sharp piece of rock sliced open my arm. I swore under my breath for a few minutes and kept going. When I got to the end of the tunnel I stood up. I stared. There was a massive cave full of crabs, fish in the small rock pool and –yes- treasure!!!! I looked at the small towers of jewels, rare stones and golden crowns, sheets of armour and even a golden replica of a ship!! And to top it all off there was a carcass of a dead croc on top of it all! (I like crocs.) I ran up to the top whooping and grabbing piles of gems and gold by the handful. Then, as I got to the top, I froze. The croc carcass was dead all right- what scared the crap out of me was the fact that it was fresh- and it had chunks torn off it. //Huge// chunks torn off it. Then I thought of something: “How did it get in here?” I turned around slowly. And began swearing my head off. There was an absolutely massive pool full of saltwater crocs- and I could’ve sworn one of them licked his lips at me. I’d seen a croc documentary on TV. a day or two ago. I recognised these crocs from the program. //“This breed of croc will only attack if threatened or can smell blood. A single drop of human blood will turn every croc in the vincity of 1.5 km into a bloodthirsty killer.”// Damn. I am so screwed. I looked down at my arm. I saw the blood dripping down my arm and releasing its scent on the horde of crocs. I ran. Slipping down the hill, cutting myself further on swords and spears and crap like that. I ran for the hole. All the while I could hear a slipping, sliding commotion steadily coming closer and closer and closer...... I made it to the hole and scrambled through. I felt a warm breath on my foot. “O s//hhhhheeeeeet.”// I nearly made it out. I could see the light. Then that damn spike that had cut me in the first place snagged my shirt. I flipped my lid. I tore myself free just as I heard a huge snapping noise about a millimetre from my left foot. I hauled myself forward and just as I got out, a small rock fall spooked the rest of the crocs behind me and they scampered back to their den. I turned to see who or what had caused the rock fall- and swore so loudly it could’ve been heard a kilometre away. On the rock behind me was a massive croc. I remember seeing on the news this morning: //“Monster croc escapes custody. Do not approach. Exercise extreme caution when near.”// Yeah. Extreme caution my ass. I managed to get up and even turn to run before I felt its weight fall on my back and push me down onto the ground. I swore loudly before the massive jaws crushed my skull to a pulp. That hurt a lot. Then I died. The End. //By Ben Davis//   // A day at the beach  // // Dear diary,  // // As I was walking along the long, windy and dirty beach of Queenscliff with my big and smelly feet scuffing through the water I sighted the un-believable, a glass bottle with a message inside it. You know like the ones in those scary but exciting pirate movies!!! // //  I slowly ran over to it, hoping that I had remembered to pack a towel in my bag because the water was getting deeper and as you could expect on a winters day, COLDER!! // //  As I reached out for the bottle I slipped and got totally soaked, I was hoping that there was something worthwhile in this bottle because I knew that my mother would kill me for getting wet and going swimming without supervision, although I was not going for a swim but an adventure in fact. // //  I took it ashore and then ‘popped’ the cork of it out, though it wasn’t as easy as it sounds, the cork snapped in half so it was still jammed in tight!! I found cork screw in my bag on my multi tool. Oh boy, the smell was terrible!! It smelt like really bad dog droppings!! I took the note out and it read, ‘Behold the finder of this bottle and note, I hope made it to Earth safely, this is to prove that we, the Mars Marshons do exist”. The page by now was to mouldy to read, obviously a long journey through the atmosphere!! I was well and truly confused about the note so I then ran home and told mum, she said that it was just a pathetic note that someone had written then let it go in the sea. But I wasn’t so sure!! //  //  Poems:  // // Descriptive Poem about water:  // // Rolling and Rumbling,  // // Grey and Tumbling,   // // Dangerous and Rough,  // // It’s very tough! //   //  Surfing in the waves,  // // Tubes and Dumps,  // // My adrenalin Pumps!!! //   //  Rhyming Poem about the beach:  // // The beach is so white,  // // There was a boy was flying a kite,  // // The waves crashed into the sand,  // // Crash and Splash,  // // All in its way got crashed down,  // // You had to be Careful that you didn’t drown. //    //  Cinquain Poem about the Sea Gull:  // // Seagull,  // // Small, White,  // // Squawking at me,  // // Eating random peoples chips,  // // Bird. By Zoe King // Poems

__By Meaghan Westbrook __
__** Crab. **__ __** A crab is crawling on the beach. **__ __** A crab is swimming in the sea. **__ __** A crab is digging in the sand. **__ __** A crab is sitting in a rock pool. **__ __** Until one day someone picks him up. **__ __** Beach **__ __** The beach is warm. **__ __** The water is cold. **__ __** The sand is yellow. **__ __** The shells are pretty. **__ __** The jellyfish are gooey. **__ __** The people are playful. **__ __** Until the day comes to an end. **__ __** Sand... ** __ __** Red sand, Yellow sand, White sand, Orange sand, Pink sand, Hot sand, cold sand, Wet sand, dry sand, pretty sand, ugly sand. Let’s all go play in the sand! **__

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