The witches chanted above their cauldron. Their voices rose in song as a hand arose from their rusty cauldron. Steam escaped from the liquid. Then, a whole body emerged from the cauldron. The creature’s eyes were jet-black and it’s skin was red. Two horns came out of the top of it’s bald head. Drakorran, king of demons, had returned. The witches kneeled down to him.
“Drakorran,” a witch said. “Me and my sisters resuscitated you. Should we not obtain a reward?” Drakorran simply raised his hand. A beam came out of his hand and hit a witch. She was dead.
As their voices rose in song the pleasant sound there blissful sound sounded like a splashy waves they sung king keta carol. It went like this one my give the lord there heart if poor may give their blessings young may give there hope and peace. They sung this song for the whole day. There peaceful song rose into the bright sky in heaven
The enjoyment on their face was like a caterpillar
Turning in a butterfly. They sang this song for 90 hours they grew but still sang for the lord after they joined a singing group.
It was Christmas eve and the Smith household was full of sparkling lights and shinning decorations, the whole family couldn’t wait. Although there was one girl named Bella Smith who was extremely excited that she had stayed up until midnight so she could open the 24th chocolate.
Night cloaked over the Smith house and another girl lay tossing and turning. Maisie.
Maisie and Bella had planned not to go to sleep and to watch out for Santa. Then out of nowhere three birds appeared singing in graceful harmony. As their voices rose in song, Bella and Maisie presents vanished; gone.
As we all sang in song crowds became bigger and bigger, voices became louder and louder. People singing along to their own songs as everyone’s songs become louder and louder. As the children in Euston station sang a beautiful song people became calmer and calmer. Parents, children, grandparents, and aunts all held tight as their voices rose in song. School after school they just kept on singing a very little sweet Christmas song. As they walked away a big cheer from the crowd well-done children and keep it on. Goodbye and have a joyful, optimistic happy new year. The End.
The witches chanted above their cauldron. Their voices rose in song as a hand arose from their rusty cauldron. Steam escaped from the liquid. Then, a whole body emerged from the cauldron. The creature’s eyes were jet-black and it’s skin was red. Two horns came out of the top of it’s bald head. Drakorran, king of demons, had returned. The witches kneeled down to him.
“Drakorran,” a witch said. “Me and my sisters resuscitated you. Should we not obtain a reward?” Drakorran simply raised his hand. A beam came out of his hand and hit a witch. She was dead.
As their voices rose in song the pleasant sound there blissful sound sounded like a splashy waves they sung king keta carol. It went like this one my give the lord there heart if poor may give their blessings young may give there hope and peace. They sung this song for the whole day. There peaceful song rose into the bright sky in heaven
The enjoyment on their face was like a caterpillar
Turning in a butterfly. They sang this song for 90 hours they grew but still sang for the lord after they joined a singing group.
It was Christmas eve and the Smith household was full of sparkling lights and shinning decorations, the whole family couldn’t wait. Although there was one girl named Bella Smith who was extremely excited that she had stayed up until midnight so she could open the 24th chocolate.
Night cloaked over the Smith house and another girl lay tossing and turning. Maisie.
Maisie and Bella had planned not to go to sleep and to watch out for Santa. Then out of nowhere three birds appeared singing in graceful harmony. As their voices rose in song, Bella and Maisie presents vanished; gone.
As we all sang in song crowds became bigger and bigger, voices became louder and louder. People singing along to their own songs as everyone’s songs become louder and louder. As the children in Euston station sang a beautiful song people became calmer and calmer. Parents, children, grandparents, and aunts all held tight as their voices rose in song. School after school they just kept on singing a very little sweet Christmas song. As they walked away a big cheer from the crowd well-done children and keep it on. Goodbye and have a joyful, optimistic happy new year. The End.