The Iron Man
One dark, gloomy night there was a young girl
called Lucinda who was all on her own.
She lived with her Grandma and Grandad.
They were a jolly lot because they all loved each other very much.
Lucinda was exploring the dark, destroyed,
gloomy house with dusty surfaces and cobwebs with spiders on them. It was an
old, freezing, gigantic house with dusty floors and dirty walls. She was searching
for her dog called Lucy as it had run away.
As Lucinda stepped further into the dark,
gloomy and creaking house, her feet echoed in the dark, distant corridors. She
could see a dusty, rusty table nearby.
It was flat and shaped like a bird's beak. The table legs were as big as a metre stick. It was strange because it looked like it had
a big bite taken out of it.
Lucinda suddenly smelt some sausages coming
from outside. When she had managed to find a window, she saw a small black
figure roasting sausages and dancing a jig. Lucinda didn't want to go up and
say hello but she had to. It was like
something was pulling her forward.
Then she heard a creak, although she was
scared she turned around and looked...Nothing was there. She turned back around
but then she heard another creak. She turned around again and went outside.
When she went outside, she saw in the distance some ruby red glowing eyes.
Suddenly the eyes glowed at her. Lucinda felt really scared, she had to go, but
something strong held her forward.
The figure stepped forward into the
light. It was actually an Iron Man! He
had an enormous rusty nose, as big as a rusty stove. His vast long legs were as
long as a lamppost. The Iron Man's great iron hands were as gigantic as a car.
His enormous feet echoed as he steadily walked towards her. His eyes were
glittering like the deep blue sea.
Lucinda was so scared but out of the corner
of her eye she noticed something small.
It was her dog Lucy! Lucinda ran
for her dog and it jumped into her arms.
She could hear the Iron Man behind her coming closer. She closed her eyes and ran as fast as she
could towards home. As she pushed her
front door open she turned around. The
Iron Man had gone. He was nowhere to be
By Fleur Forster