I picked up the bottle washed up on the beach. The writing on it was tattered like the crumpled edge of paper. There was a scratched word in big red letters. POISON. My head swooped back. A greenish colour was glowing right at the bright sunlight. I felt I had to do something so ... I twisted the tooth-marked cork open and inside was a dark purple liquid rumbling. I put my finger in the liquid and it started to change into rainbow colours.
By Gregor (aged 8 years)
Tipuranga Room 16's Blog: 'Empowering a Community of Learners'
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