random things

This is a story of random things like puppets and marshmallows and gummy rings.

 Pixels and prickles and Mr tickle, shoe laces and satin and a boy who speaks Latin.

Kites and koalas and water spiting lamas, mascots and moths and slow slow sloths.

Hamsters and helicopters and freaky doctors, aliens and astronauts and a criminal at court.

Number plates and notebooks and Italian cooks, recycled robots and rose water and a 

silver

quarter.

French fonts and fire alarms and a island full of palms, jelly and jumping jacks and a field full of 

yaks.

Sentence of the Day by Lotta

Original sentence: 

The captian put the cargo on the boat.

Edited sentence:

The criminal captain sneakily smuggled the forbidden cargo on the innocent boat.

By Lotta

EOTC by Paloma and Lotta

Sunk by Lotta

I'm woken up by a worried call  for everyone to get to the front deck.                           

I grab my shawl, wrap it around me and rush out to see what this palaver is all about. The barely          lit hall looms ahead but I do what the voice has told me to do and stream to get to the top deck like a few others. I can faintly hear the captain's demands and the doomed foot steps of the crew frantically    running around. When I am outside I can clearly tell what has happened, ice bergs are a fair distance      but just one has managed to dig itself into the boat's bow, we have officially hit an iceberg and are sinking. The cold howling wind brushes my face as I rush to the barrier to find the sea getting closer inch by inch, second by second. I'm too busy watching to realize that the flustered passengers threaten each just to get a place in a life boat. Thoughts flow through my mind, how is my family? What's happening in my home town? Then it hits me! Why am I just standing here!? I rush up to where the life boats are getting released, but I'm too late. All the life boats are gone. My only resort is to jump into    the cruel sea.

So that's what I do...

by Lotta

A classroom full of children by Lotta

Lotta from Room 11 on Vimeo.

The chatter rages on about the presenters 'big-new-thing' as the stern teacher starts to get flustered. The children playing outside make a tsunami of giggles meanwhile the bell chimes and it's a race to get out to the play ground first. Unfortunately the astonished principal keeps the class hostage after looking through the window and getting a glimpse of the palaver inside the manic classroom. The careless children's stomaches groan with hunger and only one though goes through their mind...

"Get us go all ready!"

An ancient castle By Lotta

I gingerly meandered up to the half cracked drawbridge as the rusty portcullis rose timidly. The watery moat is misty but I can just make out the outline of the murky swamp creatures. Night suddenly falls as I stare up to the find the lonely, medieval, huge turrets gloom over the isolated land. A shadowy figure gravitates towards the cracked and foggy window and stares back at me...

by Lotta

Me by Lotta

This is a picture of me which I drew by my self on kid-pix.