jump rope for heart

 

 

 I WAS HUFFING AND PUFFING TO BREAK THE 4,000 SKIPS
AND MY BLOOD WAS PUMPING LIKE A MEAT GRINDER CLIPPED TO A SUPER POWERED GENERATOR. I STARTED
TO SLOW DOWN AND BEGAN TO THINK I COULDN'T MAKE IT. BUT I TRIED MY BEST AND FINALLY I BROKE THE 4000 SKIPS. I WAS SO RELIEVED MY LIFE WAS SAVED I NEVER WANTED TO JUMP WITH A ROPE AGAIN. BUT I KNOW IN THE DARKNESS, THERE IS AN EVIL ROPE OUT THERE WAITING TO BE SKIPPED.

                                         

                                        

        

Bartimeaus by Jonathon Stroud book review by Joshua O'Halloran

A magicians apprentice just learnt how to use the summon spell and summons Bartimaeus to do his bidding.

On his first quest Bartimeaus has to find the amulet of Samarkand while learning to use his dark magic before his dimension ends.In the next book he tries to find the staff of the golems eye but he has been caught by a child and has to bring him along in order to keep himself a secret.In the next book he finds a key to a Ptomleys gate and go's on a quest to find it but he is beeing hunted by mutant animals. The series is about a demon lord who has to collect treasures for his master so he can become evil and take over the earth and save Bartimeaus's dimension.I recommend this book for fantasy lovers and this book is very detailed and i loved it 10 out of 10 for me and i hope you find this book interesting.

stormy warrior by Joshua O'Halloran

                                                       

                                                 Explosions of mist were as scary
                                                                as ghosts
                                              in a graveyard located in Christchurch.



                                            The lightning tomohawk were as emotionless
                                                                    as a toy
                                                   in an abandoned toy shop in auckland.


                                               The blizzards hidden blades were as fast
                                                      as greyhounds hunting for ducks
                                                                 in Cutts road.
            

                                                    The hail rope darts were as brave
                                                                  as a nest of bees
                                                          attacking a nest of wasps
                                                               in pinehurst cresent.

                                                     The flooding swords were as tall as
                                                                       as fifty giraffes
                                                             joining together in Hornby.