Charlie Bright’s face is always in an unreadable expression. Clumps of long black hair fall off his head at odd angles like trees bending over in a massive storm. Bits of dried mud cling onto his smiling face. Even though

The emotion is blackIt tastes like rotten meat that's coldIt smells like fresh blood dripping down the wallIt looks like darkness wherever you goIt sounds likes screams getting louder when you walkIt feels like someone around the corner watching you

In the rainforest all you can hear is the soft tweeting of the black phoebe. Every so often you can see a hopping frog, passing the colossal bright, green trees and ferns. If you look up into the sky you

One beautiful summer’s day, lived a family of mice in a tiny underground cottage. Mother mouse woke up the big sister Amy. Amy woke up in a happy mood and stretched, ‘Good morning,’ she mumbled. Mother mouse asked Amy in

Mr Potts has scruffy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He usually wears a white shirt and blue shorts. He always wears his black and white sneakers. His job is to sell boats from home. His favourite thing to do

Happiness is like the bright colour yellow.It looks like the shiny sun reflecting on the sea.It sounds like birds chirping in the trees.It feels like the sun burning your back. It tastes like delicious pancakes. Happiness smells like hot chocolate

Disgust is a greenish-brown colour with a shade of dark yellow.It tastes like a mouth full of sand, coated with broccoli.It smells like your brother’s stinky socks that haven't been cleaned for eight years.It looks like a dirty pile of

There is a girl who lives in an old cottage near my house and her name is Sarah Bright. She has a mop of brown hair that is long and uneven and is held back in a tight bun. Her