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=Chapter 1 - Prospero Arrives=

My writing targets for this chapter:


 * use a variety of simple and complex sentences
 * use subtle hints
 * make an interesting description of Prospero's time machine

Prospero jabbed at his buckle. It would not let him go. Alarms were sounding and Prospero had to squint because of all the blinking lights. If this wasn't sorted out soon, the whole system would jam. Prospero had one final thump at his buckle. Finally he was free! He sprang out of his seat to sort out his machine, twisting and pushing, pulling and yanking. Finally the time machine calmed down and Prospero relaxed in his stripy armchair, barely awake.

He dreamt of a dull place. It was dirty and smelt horrible. Something suddenly started chasing him. Down the streets. Street by street. Past dying people. Even past dead people. He turned round. The thing had gone. Prospero was relieved. He turned back around. The plague had tricked him.

Prospero sat bolt upright in his chair. For a moment he thought that his incident in the street was real, but it was only a dream. He shuddered. His time machine looked a bit puzzled. The door wasn't the shiny purple it usually was, the time clock was twitching. The buttons of all shapes, sizes and colours were making a puzzled face. The time machine was almost glowing. Was this Prospero's imagination?

Where was he? More importantly, when was he?

He dragged himself off his chair, and shuffled over to the exit, where his fingers grasped the door handle. Prospero was ready to go outside, into the open. He wanted a surprise, although it was probably Tudor times, it nearly always was. Without warning, the time machine vibrated violently. It rocked from side to side. Prospero's hat flopped about, and the door was rattling, threatening to open any second. Prospero clung on to a lever. Little did he know, this was not the lever he should of held on to...

=**Chapter 2 - Prospero Explores**= Prospero tried to make a leap for the chair, but he only made it halfway. He was lying on the oak floor, while the time machine was tumbling uncontrollably. He surveyed the room desperately, looking for a safe place. No, he wouldn't hide, he would have to sort it out. He crawled over each floorboard, digging his fingers in the gaps. When he reached the control panel, he freed only one hand. That hand crasped the edge. Then, he leaped up to find the one lever out of the whole control panel. It was like finding one letter on a 100 by 100 wordsearch. Then he spotted it. The glinting golden lever. With a huge stretch, he managed to get a grip on it. He tugged it desperately. There was barely time to realize that the time machine was falling down faster than a click of his fingers.

There was a clunk and everything jumped. Prospero grumbled and stared around his time machine. Suddenly he remembered about cloaking his time machine so it wouldn't get seen. He pressed the icon and checked he had his ilometer with him.

The door slowly creaked open and a curious blue eye appeared. It swivelled round, surveying the street. There was a big queue where no men were allowing any females behind them. A lady was walking out of a shop with three golden balls. Behind her was a little boy, looking as though he was about to cry. He was being dragged along by the lady in front of him. "Mama, please, not Rupert," he pleaded. "No, Mama, no!" "Harry, stop your embarrassing squealing this minute!" "But..." "No. We are going home right now." demanded the lady, dragging him away.

Prospero's eye swivelled round to a scraggy boy lying in an alleyway, hiding. He was in scruffy clothes, and he looked as though he was hiding.

Prospero stepped out of the time machine cautiously. He took slow, careful steps towards the scraggy boy, who was backing away at every step. When Prospero got within a couple of feet, the scraggy boy looked as though he was about to cry. "P-p-p-please, d-don't take me away t-to the w-work house. Please." begged the scraggy little boy. Prospero knew where he was. "Oh, I'm sorry!" laughed Prospero. The scraggy boy hid away at this. "No, I'm not going to take you to the work house." he explained. "Oh." said the scraggy boy. "I thought you were a police man." There was a small rumble. "Well, little boy, what's your name?" questioned Prospero. "O-Ollie." he replied. "Okay, Ollie. I am going to get you some food. Do you want to stay with me, or stay where you are? I suppose if you stayed with me, you might be safer than you would be on your own." Prospero muttered. "Um, I will come with you." "Chop chop then, Ollie." "Okay. Wait, what's your name?" "Never mind for now." So Prospero and Ollie ran down the street, with Prospero checking his ilometer. "What are you holding?" asked Ollie. "Oh, my ilometer, it tells me where my time machine is." explained Prospero. "WOW! A time machine, that sounds amazing!" cried Ollie, stunned. "What's a time machine?" "Oh, I'll tell you later." As Prospero was speaking, he noticed something on his ilometer. "Where //is// my time machine?"

=﻿Chapter 3 - Prospero's Problem= The ilometer, in the shape of a pear, was displaying the word "ERROR". Something was terribly wrong. "What's wrong?" asked Ollie, peering on to the screen of the ilometer. He was puzzled at these strange symbols. "What do those pictures mean?" "It means something is wrong. I don't know what though." sighed Prospero. "So we have to go back and hide, do we?" asked Ollie. "Well, I supose we will have to." moaned Prospero.

Prospero thought and thought.


 * Where have I used my writing targets?**

My writing targets for this chapter:


 * use a variety of simple and complex sentences
 * use subtle hints
 * make an interesting description of Prospero's time machine

Prospero jabbed at his buckle. It would not let him go. Alarms were sounding and Prospero had to squint because of all the blinking lights. If this wasn't sorted out soon, the whole system would jam. Prospero had one final thump at his golden, gleaming buckle. Finally he was free ! He sprang out of his seat to sort out his machine, twisting and pushing, pulling and yanking. Finally the time machine calmed down and Prospero relaxed in his stripy armchair, barely awake.

He dreamt of a dull place. It was dirty and smelt horrible. Something suddenly started chasing him. Down the streets. Street by street. Past dying people. Even past dead people. He turned round. The thing had gone. Prospero was relieved. He turned back around. The plague had tricked him.

Prospero sat bolt upright in his chair. For a moment he thought that his incident in the street was real, but it was only a dream. He shuddered. His time machine looked a bit puzzled. The door wasn't the shiny purple it usually was, the time clock was twitching. The buttons of all shapes, sizes and colours were making a puzzled face. The time machine was almost glowing. Was this Prospero's imagination?

Where was he? More importantly, when was he?

He dragged himself off his chair, and shuffled over to the exit, where his fingers grasped the door handle. Prospero was ready to go outside, into the open. He wanted a surprise, although it was probably Tudor times, it nearly always was. Without warning, the time machine vibrated violently. It rocked from side to side. Prospero's hat flopped about, and the door was rattling, threatening to open any second. Prospero clung on to a lever. Little did he know, this was not the lever he should of held on to...