Jay’s Moment
Bob finally reached the top of the sole island hill that was somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, huffing and puffing. In spite of his tiredness, he noticed it instantly, the almighty, glimmering and magnificent sword loomed before him, firm in the smooth surfaced stone.
'Probably granite.' Bob thought...Nevertheless, he advanced towards it.
He tried to pull the sword out. It was his childhood dream, picturing himself sliding out the sword as if he was king Arthur. Surprisingly, as he gripped the great glittering golden sword, it wobbled in the stone, a mist began to rise from the expanding hole around the sword as Bob continued to pull. He yanked it harder and harder. He gave it one final tug and fell backwards in surprise. He was amazed to find himself holding the sword.
“This is the greatest moment of my life!” He found himself yelling to no one. Or so he thought.
Suddenly, from the mist that was now pouring out of the stone came a noise …… creeped and crawled three murderous robot ducks. The ducks struck towards Bob at a lightning speed with their super sharp and spiky beaks. Bob held up the sword to protect himself, swiping it from side to side. The ducks persisted, attacking him, biting his arms more and more ferociously and madly. Bob's arms were fire red and spurting blood, he was screaming in pain as high pitched as a girl. He almost looked like he was having a dance circling around and around the ducks. Bob realised that the ducks started to back off, so he decided to say something.
‘You pesky evil ducks!’ Bob screamed at the robots. ‘You will never defeat me!’
He hit one of the ducks in rage, its head came off, then in a few seconds it grew back, as did any body part of the robots. He continued to fight with great might, but so did the ducks, after a while they changed tactics they fired laser beams out of their eyes, only to realise that it wasn’t working. Bob held up the sword to deflect the incoming shots. Though the ducks weren’t that dumb, they decided to go back to biting Bob, which worked better for them. After half an hour of constant fighting, bleeding, screaming, brutality and utter madness, Bob finally gave up. He was really scared he thought he was dead and from the shock and horror. Not dead yet, but captured by the creatures, and his dream had become his worst nightmare...