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=Chapter 1 - Prospero Arrives=

My writing targets for this chapter:


 * I can use a variety of simple and complex sentences to achive purpose and contribute to overall effect
 * I can use interesting descriptions to describe the tim machine and Prospero
 * I can use interesting actions.

Prospero Hermes sipped a large mug full of warm, milky coffee. It burned his tongue, but he was to distracted to notice. His eyes darted through the 2318 newspaper. "**Strange object, strange man"** was written in bold for the headline. Prospero grumbled loudly. So they //had// seen him! Well,he cetainly was'nt going back there! Prospero reached for his cane. It had the head of an eagle and he loved to run his hand over the shiny jagged edges. He eased himself up and shuffled over to the tablet. His fingers flickered over to the the big red button that read: TIME TRAVEL BEWARE. Prospero pushed the button, but.....When should he go?Prospero looked back longingly to the comfy chair and to his coffee. Oh, nevermind, it could'nt possibley matter...much.....

Prospero Hermes hurried back to his chair and pulled his seatbelt on firmly. He closed his eyes and wished for it to be over. He could feel himself being pulled, pushed, streched and squashed. he gasped for breath but a freezing cold air filled his lungs. Exhaling, Prospero could here to whistle od wind twisting around him. Then all of a sudden, it stopped. Prospero gulped this was the bit he had been dreading. He could feel himself spinning, picking up speed. Did he dare try to open his eyes? Prospero slowley opened one eye. He should'nt have. A wave of sickness spread across his boddie. He shut the one eye quickly. Just as he did, the time machine slowed to a holt. Prospero breathed a sigh of releife.He had arrived.

Slowley Prospero opend his eyes. Time travel was his dream, his favourite thing, but he never liked the expirence. Prosper picked up his coffee and slurped it noisly. He put it down, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Now where was he? Prospero walked over to the back of the time machine and pulled the floral curtains apart. He looked out the small window, no bigger then a porthole, to try to see his sarroundings. It was pitch black out side and if it had'nt of been for a huge silver moon, Prospero would not have been able to see a thing. Where were the street lights or why were there not any lights coming fom the houses? Prospero pulled the curtains together anxiously. He hobbled over to his tablet. He glanced at the screen. **London**,it read. Ofcourse it did not say the date as Prospero had never finished programing the screen before his first time travel. It only said the place. Prospero sighed and went back to his coffee. If it was night time, there was no use in trying to find out when he was. That he would have to do tomorrow. Prospero shuffled over to his bed and gazed around his time machine that had been his home for many years. There was his comfy chair next to his tablet, which was opasite the window, his bed, fridge and clothes draw. The controll panel sat by the power door where the fuel was kept. Prospero sighed and undressed. He got into bed, but had to get out again to inforce invissibility and to insure the time machine was protected from explosevs or any sort of danger. finally he fell into a deep deep sleep.

=Chapter 2-Prospero explores.=

Prospero lept out of bed. It was still pitch black. Night time. Still. A loud droning noise filled his ears. Suddenly alert, Prospero grabed his cane in the darkness and hobled as fast as he could to the window. He yanked the ccurtains open and stared blankly into the night. Prospero gasped and squinted in the sudden light. There were fires every where as far as he could see. People were screaming as a huge bomb cashed to the ground. Prospero's heart lept into his mouthThe bomb had landed on so many people. Looking up ,prospero could just see the out lines of planes crossing above him. Thousands of them. Returning his gaze back to the ground, he saw people pulling crying children out of th rubble. Prospero stageered away fom the window, dumbfounded at what he had just whitnessed. He stumbled into bed and pulled the covers over his head. "oh no" he choked "world war two"

The next morning Prospero awoke late.He rushed his breakfast then hurried over to his wardrobe. It, like most of his posssesions, was old and worn but it had aa screen on the top. Prospero typed **World War II. A** green flashing light filled the room before he opend the wardrobe and found the apropriout clothing for the time. Pospero threw them on him self and rushed to the door. Prospero took a deep braeth and his arm shaking, reached for the handle. He drew it back quickly and bit his lip. He grabed his eagle cane and stroked its head fondly. He reached again for the door and pulled it half open. He peeked out......and slamed the door shut again. Panting, Pospero pulled himself together and open the door again. He pulled it open quickly and as fast as he could manage, jumed out the tim macine. Prospero gasped. He was out side...

Out side was not much better then it had been last night. Fires were still raging and he could still hear the crys of people under the rumble. Prospero got an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. He sighed and making a mental note of where he was, began to shuffle on. The street was almost deserted apart from the air raid wardens and a few people looking devestated at the ruble pile. He looked up at the blue sky, just relising how hot the whether was. His brain was clicking all the information to gether. "August, or July" He said out loud

CRUNCH! Prospero jumped back. A broken china teacup lay benief him. pospero scratched his head, puzzled. He took his golden rimmed specticals of and cleaned them, then put them back on again. Continuing his journey, Prospero wished he could just close his eyes. The sights were horrafieing. He sighed again and decided to find a shop, to find a decent newspaper and somer lunch. Prospero serched the streets before finally finding a shop that handdend closed down. Just as he was about to walk in, a thought struck him. He didn't have a ration book! There was no way the shopkeeper was going to let him buy something if he did'nt have a ration book! Prospero groaned loudley and slumped onto the pavement. What was he going to do? Prspero suddenly looked down and to his suprise, there was a ration book! Prospero grabed and lept up and ran into the shop with out a second thought. He asked the shopkeeper for the right amount of food and a newspaper. Just as he was handing the shopkeeper the money, the shopkeeper eyed him suspiciasly and looked at the cover of the ration book. " William Russle? I havn't seen you before" He said

Pospero smiled feeberly. He grabed his shoping and ran out of the shop. He got his hankicheif and mopped his brow. That was close. Prospero began to regret his actions. He had been stealing! Prospero didn't worrie for to long because he had the newspaper. He stared at it eagerly. He bit his lip. 12th Auguast 19340. That ment the blitz had just begun in London. " Oh no" Prospero thought

Prospero spent the rest of his day walking around the strees of London. He barley noticed the time, only when the airraid sirens started to sound did he start to worry. ondon had change so much from his time, he didn.'t know where he was. Prospero gulped. People were rushing out of their houses, into local airaid shelters. Prospero sniffed. He could hear the loud drone of planes above him. Prospero turned around anxiously. What should he do? Suddenly Prospero found him self running down the streets as the first bomb fell...

=﻿Chapter 3: Prospero's Problem=

Prospero fled down street to street,despretly lookng out for some kind of reasurence, something that would tell him where he was. He deeply regreted not remembering street names. He had been so over whelmed. Pospero stopped and gasped for breath. A huge bomb crashed to the ground, making the ground shake. Prospero fell backwards.He crawled behind a bin,despret for protection. Just as he closed his eyes he felt a shadow cross him. He opend his eyes. A pretty young lady in a uniform stood over him. He glanced at the sign on her hat. ARP.' Air Raid Precautions'. "What are you doing?!" She cried ducking behind the bin. Her voice was loud and clear, it rang like bells in Prospero's head. " Umm, I'm lost," Prospero replied foolishly. " Well, come on then" The lady yelled She dived from the bins saftey and began to run down the street. She beckond him. Prospero hurried after heruntil she came to a rail way station. " In there"she comanded Prospero nodded. He carefully stepped down the filthy steps to the underground. He turned around. " Will you be all right?" He asked the lady The lady rolled her eyes " I can tell you arn't from around here, get IN" She said firmly Prospero sighed and continued down the steps. His nose wrinkled from the smell. In side there were familys tucked up in blankets. Non of them noticed him come in, they were all singing songs or talking loudly. " To keep cheerful, I supose"Prospero thought Taking a deep breath, Prospero found an empty spot and slumped against the wall. He closed his eyes and wished he knew where he was. A huge crash made the room shake. Prospero's head throbbed. His heart was beeting so loudly, he thought it would jump out ofhis mouth. "What am I going to do?"Prospero whispered

=﻿Chapter 4=

Two hours later, the all clear siren sounded. The people in the shelter cheered and there was a ruush to the steps of the underground. Prospero waited until every on had left before he to stumbled out into the light. Or rather the dark. Prospero could barley see a thing. The moon had been covered by a cloud. Prospero panicked and spun around. Fres were blazing in the distence, though they seemed miles way. Prospero used the distant fires light to locate an unbombed bench through the rubble. He curled up and took his coat of and covered himsel with it. People wereshouting in the distence where the fires were. Some how though, through the noise, Prospro drifted of to sleep.

When Prospero woke up, it was a bright and sunny morning. He sat up, confused by his soroundings. Everything was different. He had pictured him self near a waste ground, a couple of streets away from the in he had used to hide behind. He was wrong. There was no streets ,just mess and rubble. Prospero groaned, remembering his problem. HE stood up and began hobbling his way through the deserted piles of rubble.

Soon Prospero began to get ery hungry. Tired, he sat down on the kerb of the pavement and wished he had neer come to th time of the blitz. Suddenly, Prospero heard a familier voice. He looked up to see a white haired old man with a cane speaking to lady. The lady pointed at Prospero and the old man came over. Prospero stared in amazement at the old man. HE looked just like him! HE was him! the man. "Hello prospero" the old man said "I am the futor Prospero, I figured you would need a hand out of this sticky situation!" Prospero stared stricken dumb at the Prospero. "H..how did you know where to find me"Prospero asked "I have been you, I visited this place in the past"the future Prospero chuckled He took a small gaget out of his pocket and pressed a few buttons. "What is that?"Prospero asked "Oh this, it's my amolgasiterm, it tells me whrethe time machine is. You are going to build it when you get back to Edwardian times"the future Prospero said "Come on, its this way" Prospero breathed a sigh of releife when he saw his time machine. It was inisable ofcourse, but the futore Prospero pressed a button and it was back to normal again "Thankyou"Prrospero said as the futor Prospero stepped into the future time machine and pulled the lther a dissapeared into thin air.Finally asafe and alone, Prospero stepped into his time machine and slamed the door shut. He eagerly typed in his home time, EDWARDIAN TIMES and pulled the lether. Instead of diing to his chair like usual, Prospero watched world war 2 dissapere from his window. Then he sat down and began planning his amolgasiterm.... the end

I can use a variety of simple and complex sentences to achive purpose and contribute to overall effect
 * I can use interesting descriptions to describe the time machine, prospero and his objects
 * I can create prospero by describing what he does.

Prospero Hermes sipped a large mug full of warm milky coffee. It burned his tongue, but he was to destracted to notice. His eyes darted through the 2318 newspaper. **Strange object, strange man** was written in bold for the headline. Prospero grumbled loudly. So they had seen him ! Well,he cetainly wasn't going back there ! Prospero reached for his cane. It had the head of an eagle and he loved to run his hand over the shiny, jaged edges. He eased himself up and shuffled over to the tablet. His fingers flickered over to the the big red button that read: TIME TRAVEL BEWARE __.__ Prospero pushed the button, but.....When should he go?Prospero looked back longingly to the comfy chair and to his coffee. Oh, nevermind, it could'nt possibley matter...much.....

Prospero Hermes hurried back to his chair and pulled his seatbelt on firmly. He closed his eyes and wished for it to be over. He could feel himself being pulled, pushed, streched and squashed. He gasped for breath but a freezing cold air filled his lungs. Exhaling, Prospero could hear the whistle of wind twisting around him. Then all of a sudden, it stopped. Prospero gulped. This was the bit he had been dreading. He could feel himself spinning, picking up speed. Did he dare try to open his eyes? Prospero slowley opened one eye. He shouldn't have. A wave of sickness spread across his boddie. He shut the one eye quickly. Just as he did, the time machine slowled to a holt. Prospero breathed a sigh of releife. He had arived.

Slowly, Prospero opened his eyes. Time travel was his dream, his favourite thing, but he never liked the expirence. Prospero picked up his coffee and slurped it noisly. He put it down, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Now where was he? Prospero walked over to the back of the time machine and pulled the floral curtains apart. He looked out the small window, no bigger then a porthole, to try to see his sarroundings. It was pitch black out side and if it had'nt of been for a huge silver moon, Prospero would not have been able to see a thing. Where were the street lights or why were there not any lights coming fom the houses? Prospero pulled the curtains together anxiously. He hobbled over to his tablet. He glanced at the screen. **London**,it read. Ofcourse it did not say the date as Prospero had never finished programing the screen before his first time travel. It only said the place. Prospero sighed and went back to his coffee. If it was night time, there was no use in trying to find out when he was. That he would have to do tomorrow. Prospero shuffled over to his bed and gazed around his time machine that had been his home for many years. There was his comfy chair next to his tablet, which was opasite the window, his bed, fridge and clothes draw. The controll panel sat by the power door where the fuel was kept. Prospero sighed and undressed. He got into bed, but had to get out again to inforce invissibility and to insure the time machine was protected from explosevsor any danger. finally he fell into a deep deep sleep.