Thursday, 26 September 2019

number 28

resource imageThump…Thump…Thump…His footsteps thundered down the road, causing passers-by to stare in amazement, dogs to howl in back yards and alarmed old ladies to peer out of their bedroom windows wearing petrified looks on their faces. His legs were as long as oak trees, his torso was as wide as a house and his fists were as heavy as tractors: this metallic monster meant business. “Number 28 checking in. Over.” He spoke into the radio set, built in to his helmet. His instructions crackled back through the earpiece. He knew what he had to do. He had to destroy the town for the rich is billding houses as big as the robots hotel as the same size as a mountain.But the people don't know yet intil the robot smashed a house.Then a man raged at the robot that was where he lived with his famliy now they have no home then he threw a bottel at the robot and everyone eles joind in and strated thowing rubish. The robot did not care for it has no fellings and cared on smashing billding with his own metal fist intil the town turn in to a junk yard.The last people that lived there a now live in a new town far far away.

Wednesday, 11 September 2019

Wednesday, 4 September 2019