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Task 22
10th April 2014
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Task 24
24th April 2014
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Write a story from the perspective of an Easter Egg.

43 Comments

  1. Aadya Rao says:

    The different Easter

    I guess you think your Easter is fun because you get eat lots of yummy chocolates and eggs; well for me it is the worst time of the year.

    Hi I’m Chucky, an egg, not just an egg, an Easter egg. At Easter one person out of my family gets eaten up, I have a bad feeling it’s my turn.

    On Easter Sunday all my family were shaking with fear, my younger brother even tried to escape but the basket is too high for him to climb over. The next moment I saw a silhouette come round the corner so I shouted and every one hid behind each other. The man picked me up but put me down again and sighed, “Ah, maybe I should have one later,”
    I was so relieved and I could not believe how lucky I was. Now was the time to help everyone.

    I announced a plan of how we could get out. I asked dad to stand next to the edge of the basket, boosted myself up and rolled over to get a real egg. I came back as quick as I could. Dad helped me down. I asked mum to help me crack the egg.

    When we cracked it, all the egg oozed out and the yolk dripped everywhere. Then I told Grandma to roll in the egg. She refused at first but then she agreed when I told her it was the only way we were going to escape. After everybody saw that nothing happened o her, they all rushed into the sticky egg. The man soon came back and when he saw us he stopped in his tracks.

    “What happened? They weren’t like that earlier!”

    He then chucked us all in the bin and we had so much fun with all the other food waste. I had finally solved the problem that Easter eggs have faced for over a million years.

    The End

  2. On one sunny Easter Sunday,in a cupboard full of Chocolate, two mini colourful wrapped Easter eggs were dancing around but remembered today was the day they get eaten. One was showing off saying he was delicious and wanted to be eaten cause thats what they were made to do and the other was too busy making a potion that would make him disgusting because he did not like being eaten as someone already had taken a bite and it was excruciating. On the distance they could see a little light and they knew they would be eaten. The one making a potion was done and no one wanted him. The other got eaten and they both got what the wanted.

  3. Archie says:

    The Easter Sacrifice

    I was sitting in an old drooped willow tree on Easter Sunday, while the other eggs were scattered in brambly bushes and hiding holes, all cowering in fear. Some hid under logs, bright blossom and damp leaves.

    Chubby children began pouring into the endless meadow, snatching at my friends. As I sat and watched in horror I could hear squeals as my memorable mates were chomped and devoured. I couldn’t bare the sight. It gave me a fright.

    After an hour the stuffed children waddled, out licking their lips. I emerged, slowly and cautiously from my hiding place. And as I did I saw a little girl, she was sitting there crying her eyes out. Her basket empty. I knew I had to sacrifice myself. I showed myself to her, my wrapper glinting through the darkness as the sun shone down on me. A little tear of joy trickled down her face as she gently grabbed me.

    I said good-bye to the world and closed my eyes…

  4. Jay says:

    Eater
    I’m in Hamleys, the famous toy-store and my name’s Scramble.I’m on sale, because I’m a toy/treat.I’m a toy because I’m not a real Easter egg ,I’, a handy,minuscule box in the shape of an Easter egg with a little picture of Elsa with Anna from ‘Frozen’ on the front and Rapunzel with Flinn from ‘Tangled’ on the back.There’s a little button on the right hand-side of me to open me up -it doesn’t hurt though…it tickles!I’ma treat too, because not only am I filled with toys, I’m also filled with mouthwatering treats!All the toy eggs desires are too be taken to a wonderful home and live blissfully there.We leave our friends and family,which is miserable, but at least we escape the dreaded shopkeeper.Her name is Sophie and she keeps on yelling at us to keep still even though we are (which she is doing right now)! It’s so horrific, but a relief to leave her!Ooh- a new customer… she’s heading this way-yes, us!She’s picked me-I can’t believe it, me out of everyone-ME! I look up at her and she gives me a wink and an approving nod-I suddenly feel warmth filling me up so quickly,that I felt as if I had drunk a whole bottle of butter-beer.Suddenly I realise who it is! It’s Velma from Scooby-Doo!Soon after the other four join her:Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy and of course Scooby-Doo!We all clamber into the mystery-machine and I get passed around and given a hug, when I get to Scooby, he says welcome to the the Scooby-Doo gang and everyone giggles!

  5. The Worst Easter Ever
    I have an alright life in here oh
    Hello i’m Zack and i’m cracked Easter egg.
    I’m the only egg in my family not eaten. For many
    years I’ve wondered what it is like to be an egg wanted to be
    eaten, it has always been a dream of mine to be ate but since
    i’m cracked no one wants me that is until i was thrown away
    and this man with old dusty clothes looked at me and he
    said “Now i can die happy.” and he ate me but this was
    not what I was expecting and i was stuck in his belly
    and he died but although I’m not in paradise I still
    am happy i was able to make a man die happy
    wait I have just been thrown up hooray
    The End

  6. The Worst Easter Ever
    I have an alright life in here oh
    Hello i’m Zack and i’m cracked Easter egg.
    I’m the only egg in my family not eaten. For many
    years I’ve wondered what it is like to be an egg wanted to be
    eaten, it has always been a dream of mine to be ate but since
    i’m cracked no one wants me that is until i was thrown away
    and this man with old dusty clothes looked at me and he
    said “Now i can die happy.” and he ate me but this was
    not what I was expecting and i was stuck in his belly
    and he died but although I’m not in paradise I still
    am happy i was able to make a man die happy
    wait I have just been thrown up hooray.
    The End

  7. Aidan steers says:

    The random story of Easter

    There once lived two very different Easter eggs called Egward and Eggie. Edward and Eggie were worst enemies, in fact they hated each other so much they had organised a wrestling match on the kitchen worktop during most dangerous day of the year, Easter Sunday.

    “You’re going down Egward!” shouted Eggie loudly.

    “Shhhh!” hissed the crowd and the match began.

    “Argh!” screamed Egward as he launched himself towards Eggie in his aluminous turquoise foil.

    “Help!” Shouted Eggie as he flew in his black and white striped foil on to the floor.
    Suddenly a boy (the owner of the house’s child) came steaming round the corner.

    “Oh, and Easter egg I might as well eat it,” said the child. With that the child unwrapped the Easter egg and ate him.

    To this day Egward has the feeling that maybe him being eaten was meant to be.

  8. Maddie and her brother, Jack entered the garden. Suddenly beneath their feet there was a bright yellow card. Maddie opened it and inside in bold wrote:
    TODAY IS GOING
    TO BE AN AMUSING ONE AS
    YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE
    AN EASTER EGG HUNT!
    GOOD LUCK BECAUSE
    THIS IS GOING TO BE
    ARDUOUS!
    Maddie and Jack traded glances. They anticipated to take in this “Easter egg hunt” They both went together to find the eggs. Suddenly Jack saw a blue foil lurking in the corner of a bush. Jack darted to the shrub. They had found the first egg. Beside the egg rendered:
    WELL DONE!
    YOU HAVE FOUND ONE
    OF THE FOUR EGGS WHICH
    YOU NEED TO FIND.
    KEEP SEARCHING
    Jack felt proud to have found the first egg but they still had to find three more. Eventually they found all of them but then their mum came and said they still had one more to find. Maddie was baffled and replied that they had finished but mum told Maddie that was one in the back shed.

    The children approached the shed cautiously. As they opened the shed with velvet carpet and a red hue on the walls they noticed a hutch. Inside was a tiny bunny. Maddie and Jack ran to mum who asked, “What are you going to call her?” Maddie replied “I’m going to call her Snowy because she is as whit as snow.” “Why don’t we go into the garden and play Snowy,” suggested Jack. They went out to feed her and play. Later mum called the children to come in for Easter feast dinner. When Maddie came in through the door Maddie said to her mum, “Thank you mum! This is the best Easter I’ve ever had. I will never forget this day.”

  9. Isla says:

    The Competition preporation

    Today is the day of the ‘Best decorated Easter egg competition.’

    How do I know that?

    Well, every time the door to the – what do you call it? Ah yes the fridge, opens and one of the massive creatures steals one of my friends, I catch a glimpse of a large rectangular sheet of shiny paper, dangling from a huge silver hook written on there is : 20th April, Competition (can’t wait)!

    Suddenly, a rush of warm air hits me right on the eggshell. I feel the presence of a giant hand hovering right over the egg carton.

    Before I could say “Help!” I was being carried towards a collosol pan with water boiling in it. I was frightened out of my egg white.

    After 10 minutes of a burning bath I was grabbed by a pair of tongs and placed onto a cooling marble worktop. Rather roughly, I was pushed along, fracturing my beautiful shell. Unexpectedly, hundred of drops of food colouring rained down onto me. At last I was left in peace, in a plastic bag, floating on a sea of blue.

    Like my pride, my peace was shattered, pink, wriggly worm like things started tearing at my shell, ripping it away. Once the tearing had finished I glanced down at my former self and could hardly believe what I was seeing!

    Instead of my glistening white waistcoat I now wore an electric blue, spider web pattern jacket.

  10. Lewa says:

    I don’t want chocolate, I just want my family

    I was so excited. I felt happy because it was time for me to be sold, but I was also sad because I didn’t want to be eaten.

    A loquacious boy came into the shop. The shop keeper gave him his Easter egg. I wondered in my head why he did not choose me. As time went by, every Easter egg had gone except me. By now I had melted, leaving me in a disgusting state. Until one little girl came in the store and bought me. She didn’t care that I was in a disgusting state, and she couldn’t wait until she ate me. That was what made me happy, that someone truly cares for me.

  11. Tega Ayiwe says:

    Once upon a time, in a secret Easter egg base. Two Easter eggs were talking about the oncoming Easter egg hunt.
    “I think Easter is the worst time of year. We all have to run and hide from children who mercilessly hunt us down and shove us into the mouths, they don’t even take pity on us.”
    “I say we should wage war!” said a golden egg.
    “No we can’t wage war, they can squash us with their fingers and even worse what will the Easter bunny say if he heard you? said the green commander egg.
    “But if we keep on going like this our children won’t live very long instead we will be separated and murdered all in the name of Easter” said the golden egg.
    After a few minutes listening to the golden egg, the green commander managed to convince the golden egg that war wasn’t the way to go and they couldn’t do anything about it. But instead be part of the celebration and try to enjoy the festivity as Easter bring joy to many.

  12. Grace says:

    The lucky Easter egg
    The supermarket is isolated and I was the last Easter egg. Everyone who came to this shop wanted to the best Easter egg they could get their hands on. I was too tiny for anyone to want me; even a toddler could have swallowed me whole. I was just sitting on a shelf which is covered with cobwebs and smeared with dust. A gloomy light filtered through the supermarket window. This shop was awarded ‘Cleanest Supermarket of the Year’ but it was really grubby and everything (except from the foods) was encrusted with grime. Suddenly, a cleaner came in to polish everything and the minute she saw me, she put me into her handbag and started to clean.

    When she had finished cleaning the shop, she took her handbag (with me in it) and fled out. After 10 minutes, she opened her handbag, and I saw the atmosphere had changed. Clouds of dust hung over everything, wallpaper was torn and peeling, there was old, battered furniture, dirty, threadbare carpet and bodies of dead flies everywhere. I wondered why this place was not shut down by the government. Suddenly, a little girl who was dressed as a ragamuffin ran to the cleaner lady and shouted: “Marcie!”

    Then, the cleaner lady carefully took me out of her bag and gave me to the girl and when the girl went upstairs to talk to her roommates and they decided that they won’t eat me but they will tell me all their secrets and problems. When they started to do this, I found out that they were orphans who were living all by themselves. Luckily, a man and lady found them (and me) and put all six of them into foster care. That day was my best Easter ever.

  13. Dominic says:

    It’s nearly Easter. I am being pushed in a trolley through the dark delirious door of the store onto the shop floor. Now I’m high on the shelf. In ten days I’ll be off this shelf and either in someone’s big belly or thrown away to rot. Someone’s coming over, he is is looking up at me. I feel happy. He is smiling because he is admiring my big bright yellow wraping. All of a sudden he is jumping, I’m feeling excited, but he can’t reach. OH NO! He shouts to his mum to come over, and then there is a big hand pulling me down. I’m screaming inside with joy. I can see the till, I’m full of excitement….I’M BOUGHT.

    A week or so later, I’m taken into the garden and put up on a branch in a tree. It’s very cold outside through the night, but first light and 2 children are running round the garden and I’m dragged down from the tree by the boy from the shop. He takes me back inside and eats me with a big mmmmm…I made that boys day very happy.

  14. One sunny morning I woke up and realised it was Easter Sunday. I rushed down the stairs into the kitchen. I slamed the coberd open but nothing was there. It was strange I looked in the same coberd and there was mil yens of egg’s. I made a sudden movement and the there was the egg’s running away, I called “Mum, Dad come quickly”. They ran down stairs and into the kitchen and said “whats the mater”. I said “there are eggs walking across the kitchen” but my Mum and Dad said “there’s nothing there”. I thought whats going on. I realised that I was the only one who could see them. I could have them all to myself. Hray.

  15. Thomas says:

    WHO AM I?

    Whilst in Africa I wait to be picked,
    In the meantime, I roast in the sun.
    Eventually, I’m selected to be shipped.
    Who am I?

    I arrive in England, and wait in Cadbury’s palatial factory,
    The mosreable workers, crack open our cocoa beans shells, and tip us into a machine.
    Once we’ve transformed into a piece of confectionery, we explain our life story.
    Who am I?

    I’m then delivered to your house, and wait at your door.
    When you see me, I tantalise your tastebuds.
    As soon as Easter Sunday arrives, the children gobble me up and remember me no more.
    Who am I?

  16. Oscar says:

    The divine roast lamb is finished and the Easter hunt is done. I went to the kitchen and sat down, then stared at the eggs. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… I counted in my head.

    “1, 2, 3, 24, 206, -2,” a squeaky voice said. I looked around the peach coloured room. I said once more carrying on from where I stopped, this time out loud “17, 18, 19, 20.”
    “52, 1, 7648, 52,” a lower pitched voice said.

    I was mostly suspicious about how they knew I was counting in the first place as I had been counting in my head.

    “Where are you?” I asked.

    “Down here, look down,” the squeaky voice answered.

    I looked down, but there was nothing there except from my eggs. Then just like magic my chocolate eggs started cracking, pop!

    There sat a glowing yellow chick, softer than a feather, cuter than a cup dog. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop. Twenty chicks, two blue in fact, all popped out of the chocolate.

    Bang! The kitchen door flew open. I could see outside, it was already dark. I ran to the open plastic door. There stood in front of me a three meter tall holly brown bunny. “I forgot to add to your collection of chicks with this rabbit,” he said in a posh voice, and handed me an elder brown rabbit. I stood there doing nothing, but breathing. I looked at the elder brown rabbit and then looked back at the massive bunny but he wasn’t there!

    I went back to the table and put the rabbit next to my chicks.

    A knock came at the kitchen door. I opened it and there stood the giant bunny again. “Can my friends and I come in for the evening as it’s rather dark outside?” he asked.
    “Sure,” I answered. 20 rabbits and a giant bunny hopped in and stood in a line. I shut the door and looked at them. What have I done I thought to myself? They were all standing there on a pile of suspicious deposits of candy with a very mischievous smile on their faces.

  17. Lizzie says:

    Easter eggs
    Unwrap me,
    Eat me,
    I don’t mind,
    I’m prepared for Easter time!
    Shiny wrapper,
    A golden shell,
    Where we hide I won’t tell!
    In the bushes,
    On a bird perch,
    Look for me on your Easter search.
    A glint of wrapper,
    Can you see,
    Have you finally found me?
    I want to shout,
    Shout out “NO”,
    Leave me here I don’t wish to go.
    You’re full of jubilance,
    Full of pride,
    You’re as happy as a bride!
    Into your basket,
    Into the dark,
    Where I get to rest at last!

  18. Thomas.w says:

    Good Friday

    Dear diary, I think it is really annoying that people are getting exited that it is two days till I die.I mean us Easter eggs don’t get exited when children get eaten, do we!!!

    Now I survived christmas without ending up in a chocolate box, but I will soon end up in a sheet of golden tinfoil,ready to be gobbled up by some greedy child in around 48 hours.

    I just wish I could relive the days in which I was a lively,sprite cocoa bean.
    Unfortunately,I will not…

  19. Easter eggs

    There are nine eggs in this story, three were big (yellow, blue and pink) and six were small (green, orange, red, blue, (another) green and yellow). One with a voracious appetite would have swallowed them down in less than one minute.
    The red with a tinge of orange here and there, the other small eggs didn’t have any colouring, but they were gleaming in the sun. The big blue one was enthused with sparks of delectable orange and yellow. The pink egg was enriched with flashes of golden-yellow. The big yellow egg was richly decorated with purple, swirly stripes and spots of sparkly orange.
    They were all actually one big egg family and if you looked closely at the big eggs, you would notice that the yellow egg was the biggest of them all, the blue was the second biggest and the pink was third. The yellow also happened to be the dad, the blue the mum and the pink their oldest child. The small ones were the little children.
    These eggs were to be taken to a poor family in Africa. It was my responsibility to send everything out to the families and to send people to look after them (I was a manager at a charity, but now I am retired). This specific family was given eggs and since there was no one to go and look after them, I had to go.
    I arrived at the plane with the eggs and jumped in. The pilot did all the checks and we were ready to go. Suddenly, in mid-flight, I looked in my cool-bag for some water-“where are the eggs?” I enquired to the pilot “Have you seen them? I’m sure I had them, unless they’re in here.” I looked in my bag “Not at all, I haven’t seen them” was the reply. A couple of seconds later, I saw, next to the door all of the eggs. I jumped out of my seat, grabbed the eggs and put them back into the cool-bag. I realised they were magic!!!
    “BUMP BUMP BUMP!!! SSSSCCCCRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCHHHH!!!!” went the plane. I had finally arrived. I went to the house, scared of what the eggs might do next. Soon it was time to give the eggs (I secretly told the family that they were magic).
    Suddenly, something very strange happened… The eggs started to GROW and GROW and GROW and then… “clink, clink, clink, chink!”the eggs burst and out came… MONEY!!! The family took the money, bought a house. And they all found jobs and lived happily ever after.

  20. Crystal says:

    THE MONSTER EASTER EGG
    I am an Easter egg, not any old Easter egg. A human eating Easter egg . Mr Allan is who I am eating next.
    On a dark night I went to Mr Allan’s house. I went to his bedroom and he was snoring! I took him to my mansion and straight to the kitchen, chopped him up and ate him!
    Finally the police found me out and then I ate them for lunch!
    After that I came to Miss Lyn’s house. I found her asleep while she had been marking children’s stories! I then took her to my cottage, down to the kitchen. She was a delicious dinner!
    Eventually I came to eating the whole world! Only the Easter eggs survived.

  21. Joan says:

    When I was born I was spotty , green and fragile . No one wanted to play with me because I was very breakable . That was when I started to worry . “I am so fragile a baby might eat me !”

    The next day my mum saw that I had become more melty, so she put me on the windowsill, just then I heard a little child come. He picked me up and took me to the car.

    When I was in the car, I felt more and more melty. The boy said,
    “Mum, can I eat my Easter egg now, because it is melting! ”
    “OK!” Then he ate me up, licked me down and threw my “skin” away!

    The next two days in the belly was yucky. I nearly threw up because I ate a bogey in my food!

    Just then I felt some food going up . It was like he was going to throw up so I climbed up to the neck then I saw a tiny glints of light then it became bigger, then bigger and bigger! Then I just realised I was in the sink going down, so I ran out of the sink and into fresh air. I ran to go to my house. When I got home I hugged my mum soooo much she nearly got broken!

  22. Elisha says:

    My life as an Easter egg

    I am an Easter egg, waiting, to be eaten up , galore.

    Some people say am I am oval, maybe round, may be even oblong, but I know, deep down, I’m nothing but an Easter egg, and that is all.

    I’m big,and fat with white chocolate and that. I stand in the shop hoping someone will park, their car and come inside, to find if an Easter egg is around, they do come in and park their car and do see me but if then have no reason then walk away and say “goodbye”

    Interestingly one day, at the lowest moment I saw a car parking, out side the door. They came inside the door and hoping they would see me, and take me to their home, not walking away with no reason.

    Surprisingly they did pick me up and what I see, a wonderful boy, holding me saying
    “Mum! Mum! Mum! for goodness sake look at me I this can I, can I, can I come and see.

    Happily they did pick me up and took me home and guess what happened, the boy had a call from his best friend Henry this is what he said
    ” Hey mate ! I want you to come to my house for Easter i want to give you some Easter eggs as well” exclaimed his best friend
    ” OK ! I will be there ” replied the boy
    I soon discovered I was going to be left and be forgotten.

    The next day the boy left for his his friend’s house he was so excited he forgot me in the house and had not at all eaten or even remembered me.

    Now I am an Easter egg lying on the floor, I am an Easter egg forgotten to be eaten galore.

  23. Tomi says:

    THE UNEATEN EASTER EGGS!

    Easter eggs think children are merciless monsters! Children think Easter eggs are delightful! Every year my family decreases and from 11 members, 5 members remain! This year I’ve got a bad feeling it’s my turn…

    In the morning my family, my one brother, one sister as well as mum and dad and me, Ethan, hid in separate places where no one could see us. Suddenly, we heard a rumble of cruel children thundering to find us. I had to hide in a birds nest and act like an egg inside the hole of a tree. The male bird started pecking at me until I secretly rolled into my best hiding place yet, in the river.

    My brother and my sister were hiding at the bank in a duck nest; I tumbled down near them when all of a sudden an obese person – George Williams – waddled unstably towards me. George was as happy as a lark. He picked me up in his grabby hands then threw me into his bulging basket. Elation was building up in him like someone blowing bubbles in the sky.

    When the George got home he immediately took me in his hands and took off my wrapper and was shocked! What he saw was a bird egg! I had switched myself with it! The real me was in the bird’s nest with my family and friends. No one expected where any of us were. Some were shocked that only 3 of the chocolate eggs were actually found: Edward Frank and Ralph.

  24. Willow says:

    Easter Egg

    Being clashed aside with all the other Easter Eggs bouncing you side to side when you’re in the Easter Bunny’s pocket. It feels warm and squishy when you’re beside all these other Easter Eggs.

    when it’s time for you to come out, it feels like a roller coaster, because you bet bounced up and down and pop! Out you go! In the morning you have to wait to be found from the children. They put you into a basket where all the other Easter Eggs lay. When you get to the big house you have to wait to be eaten and that’s the sad bit. You have to say goodbye to all your friends that you’ve known for all your life!

  25. Grace says:

    The Great Eggscape!

    I knew Easter was coming. A time of treacherous terror for me and my friends! Luckily I got a voucher from Wowcha.com to go on a military camouflage training camp which would teach me the skills to survive Easter!

    On the course it was tough but brilliant! The Ex-Commandos taught the best places to hide. For example deep in the bushes, in between rocks, under dusty old furniture and even in the bin! Besides hiding places they taught us how to blend in with your surroundings. This is particularly difficult for us Easter Eggs, because we are wrapped up in colourful shiny foil that would make us stand out in a shop!

    As Easter Day drew close I felt confident in my new skills. the Easter Bunny, who this year was called Harry Hopalot, put me in an obvious spot, so I rolled to get covered in mud and tried to remember the best hiding places! I remembered deep in the bush and there behind me was a big bush, so I crept under it. I started to hear children coming, I nervously crept back even further. Everytime a child came past, I held my breath hoping they wouldn’t find me. I gradually saw all my friends and family gating collected and being scoffed in the children’s mouths. the picture of their faces when they were getting picked up will never leave my mind…..

  26. Daisy Parker says:

    I’m Emma Egg a liquorice easter egg. My story is very sombre, if you don’t like this stop reading NOW!

    It was another sweltering day on the shelf. Everyone was having a great time when suddenly the doors flung open and the first customer walked in. All us eggs started feeling giddy and meek.

    It was the same rebel that comes in every year, picks 20 eggs, and finishes them in one day. We eggs all get irate about this and think its pointless. It’s as pointless as the cafe at the entrance to the store. Why stop for coffee when you can get your shopping quickly and hurry back home again? All of us eggs under 10 get to hide from this malicious rebel. For me hiding is getting monotonous.

    This part of the story is lovely so start reading. I like to call it “THE GREAT HIDE”.

    This year everyone that hid stayed at the hop. It was very successful. Nobody from my family got picked.

    I had hidden behind Uncle Ed. All I could hear was the grotesque boy screaming “that one!” It was petrifying. All I could think of was being picked. What if the boy ate me before I could escape?

    Easter had come and gone and all us luck eggs got moved to the tranquil storage cupboard at the back of the store. All of us were safe and waiting for adventure.

  27. Hannah says:

    “It’s Easter, it’s Easter!” two young children chanted simultaneously. As a miniature Easter egg this was the time of terror.
    The sound of pounding footsteps roared. A coffee machine burst to life. Happy Easter all around. Then came the time of terror for me, but not for the children. This was probably their best moment. THE EASTER EGG HUNT!
    A whistle blew and “ON YOUR MARKS, GET SET, HUNT! Shouted the parents. Immediately, the two young children begun rushing around the garden hunting down Easter eggs, as if they were their prey. I watched sick to my stomach, hoping I wouldn’t be found, although, my egg friends had always told me, “Every egg is found no matter what.”

    They were right, seconds later I heard footsteps, then I saw small feet, legs, body and finally the head. A young girl peered through the bush, saw my sparkling foil and then grinned. Eventually a thin hand poked through the bush and grasped me tightly, before pulling me towards her and into the broad daylight. I squinted, she skipped to a pile of eggs in the corner of the garden and dropped me onto the pile. My shell snapped and I felt as though I would die. Luckily I didn’t.
    “Well done you’ve found everything!” their parents told the children happily, beaming from ear to ear, “Now to split the eggs for each of you.” Tensely I waited for her to grab me and hand me to a child. Finally, the moment came, I was plugged out of the pile and handed to the young girl.
    She smiled brightly, than the best words came out of her mouth.
    “I am never going to eat this egg, it’s shiny and beautiful, I could never eat it.”
    This was probably the best Easter any egg would have.

  28. Sasha says:

    For you, Easter is a time of joy and happiness, sunshine and chocolate. There’s nothing better than receiving eggs, is there? But for me, Easter is the worst time of the year.
    It’s Easter Sunday and the giant supermarket is about to open.
    Three days ago I had been taken out of my abode and whisked away on a lorry to Tesco. I had tried to elude the hand that snatched me but my conspicuous blue and green wrapping paper made me a victim to the grasping glove.
    The voices of the rowdy crowd outside shook my ears like bellowing bears. I started to tremble with fear and I tried to hide myself behind a Kinder Surprize but the doors opened with a loud clatter and trollies poured out with parents and children.
    There was no way of escape now. The fat and boisterous man had placed me in the middle of the second row; giving any passerbyes a good chance to have a grab at me.
    The ground shook below me as a bulky boy with a distended face reached out his plump hand at the shelf. I gulped. I saw his sharp razor teeth and his throat, the death slide. Oh Oh…

  29. Chris says:

    How long I have imagined to be eaten? How lovely it would feel to be in somebody’s stomach? Well, today is Easter and this time it would be me, who they are going to find and eat.

    Early in the morning, I was hidden in the heart of a colossal bush right at the back of the garden where all the worms lived. It was moist and damp so I couldn’t wait for the Easter egg hunt to commence. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the three children came in the garden with baskets ready to be filled up with Milk, chocolate eggs. I was one of them. Hopefully. Fifteen minutes past with nobody even daring look in the bush, they were all too busy searching behind the rotten shed. Would they ever find me…?
    To my horror a child shouted, “We’ve found all the eggs mum!” They still haven’t found me! Well this Easter was a complete fail, I guess I have to wait until next time.

  30. Peter says:

    East Er Egg story

    Easter has never been interesting for me. Even the name could kill me. Literally. Especially this year.

    My name is East Er Egg and you can probably guess why I hate Easter. The dreaded time of year has to come eventually and I’m worried it’s my turn to be sold. My wrapping is a reflective gold and you can see me from a mile while the others are a dull purple colour. If I got put in a store I would be sold immediately.

    Suddenly the silence in our quiet storage room was pierced by the creak of an opened door and a little girl skipped forward to our family basket and squeaked in an extremely high pitched voice “Daddy won’t mind if I take one.”

    She reached out her greasy hand and pulled me into her grasp. Just then footsteps tapped on the floor and the girl’s dad entered the room and she desperately put me back as quick as a flash and left the room. I knew she would come back eventually so I had to think fast. I told my dad to get the stickiest chocolate cream he had. I had an evil scheme.

    When the girl returned she screamed in horror as she saw moving Easter eggs covered by chocolate cream saying “We will haunt you!”
    Which sent the girl wailing out of the room in fright. She never ate an Easter egg again.

    Nobody got chosen to go on sale in our basket so everybody could live another. Suddenly our party was broken by a door opening and a fat kid wobbled up to our basket and stared at me and said “How I love Easter!”

  31. Joshua O says:

    I love Easter because of my dad.One day my dad took me to a genie and i wished that chocolate eggs would grow on my tree.It came true and i was able to eat chocolate eggs all day everyday . In addition to that every year at Easter my dad would make a fortune selling the eggs.Easter’s the best!

  32. sammy joujou says:

    It’s another Easter. Groan! Time and time again it is always the same, people walk by grab an Easter egg and eat us. But this year i was doomed- i was sitting on the mantelpiece ready to be eaten. But why choose me when there is other eggs to be eaten such as: illusive yellow wrapping; mouthwatering chocolate; fiery red designs. I just hope they don’t choose me tonight…
    As i sat anxiously watching the people eat their dinner i thought to my self. Was it going to be me? Would i live for a bit longer? No. Why would they choose me? After all, i am the worst looking out of them. Reassuring myself happily, i turned to see the family choosing an egg.
    ” Daddy can we go for this one” said the little girl poking me.
    ” Yes you can.”
    I halted nervously. Not me! As i heard a crack all i could see was dark, void.

  33. Miruna says:

    Hi there, I am a normal chocolate egg, I’m called Cadbury. You may think that there are thousands of eggs just like me, but believe me, my story is different. My decoration is unlike no other, who else can say that they have the imprint of the son of God, Jesus and the infamous cave with the stone removed? The reason was that the managers’ original plan was to have all the other eggs decorated like me, but when they saw the finished result they scrapped that initial plan and decided against my potential clone comrades. My fate…well that consisted of being banished to pile number 2324.
    One day, a delivery van was sent for us, I guess what I mean by ‘us’ is my family and relatives (the other boxed up eggs). This was a really bumpy ride, things kept moving around me and all of a sudden my face was melting green. My body was overcome by a feeling of great uncertainty and impending threat, worried was an understatement, where was I being taken to? Anything could have happened to us and I remember feeling like life could not possibly have ended there. All of a sudden, the door opened and I could see that we were now situated outside an enormous shop which looked like a giant’s palace, no exaggeration that’s how big it was! The next minute, I found myself on a shelf in the confectionary aisle, opposite the Choco candies, milk chocolate and all the varieties of chocolate available for the pick and mix containers.
    The shop was really busy like a colony of ants. People came and went, yet as the days passed it was only me and a Spiderman egg left. But guess what…… he got picked too. I was left there all alone and something inside me kept saying I should not lose my faith. There had always been this feeling that embodied me and at times overwhelmed me – had I just gone crazy from spending too much time
    It was Easter Saturday when a tall person, with a long beard as white as snow, walked pass me and picked me of the shelf! The next thing I knew, I was sprayed with this thing which allowed me not to mold or to brake. Then I had jewels and glitter, showing Jesus and the pictures, all over me. My egg colour was changed to shimmering, sea blue and earthy green. After that, I was put in a church and for every Easter ceremony, the vicar would put me on a special stand. From now on, every Easter I can see the Joys on everybody’s face instead of being all alone on a dusty shelf.

  34. Damope says:

    How Easter Has Always Been!

    My family and I were sitting helplessly on the top shelf in a vile smelling store. I had three amazing brothers, a beautiful mum, and a handsome dad and they are all with me at this moment. I was the yummiest in my family, so I was petrified if I was going to be eaten… My dad was ruminating for a plan! A dark silhouette appeared in the store.
    “Where are your Easter eggs please?”
    The worker announced, “On the fifth isle on the top shelf.”
    “Thank you.”
    The man was flabbergasted because he couldn’t find his wallet! He languidly walked out of the store and got in his car…

    “ It’s our chance to run” exclaimed one of my brothers.
    So we all vigilantly jumped down from the shelf. Unfortunately, we fell in the bin. It was bittersweet because we could eat the surplus food, but there was no way out…

  35. W23 – Easter eggs

    There are nine eggs in this story, three were big (yellow, blue and pink) and six were small (green, orange, red, blue, (another) green and yellow). One with a voracious appetite would have swallowed them down in less than one minute.

    The red with a tinge of orange here and there, the other small eggs didn’t have any decorations, but they were gleaming in the sun. The big blue one was enthused with sparks of delectable orange and yellow. The pink egg was enriched with flashes of golden-yellow. The big yellow egg was richly decorated with purple, swirly stripes and spots of sparkly orange.
    They were all actually one big egg family and if you looked closely at the big eggs, you would notice that the yellow egg was the biggest of them all, the blue was the second biggest and the pink was third. The yellow also happened to be the dad, the blue the mum and the pink their oldest child. The small ones were the little children.
    These eggs were to be taken to a poor family in Africa. It was my responsibility to send everything out to the families and to send people to look after them (I was a manager at a charity, but now I am retired). This specific family was given eggs and since there was no one to go and look after them, I had to go.

    I arrived at the plane with the eggs and jumped in. The pilot did all the checks and we were ready to go. Suddenly, in mid-flight, I looked in my cool-bag for some water-”where are the eggs?” I enquired to the pilot “Have you seen them? I’m sure I had them, unless they’re in here.” I looked in my bag
    “Not at all, I haven’t seen them” was the reply. A couple of seconds later, I saw, next to the door all of the eggs. I jumped out of my seat, grabbed the eggs and put them back into the cool-bag. I realized they were magic!!!
    “BUMP BUMP BUMP!!! SCREACH!!!” went the plane as it landed at the Jomo Kenyatta International Airport. Nairobi was a lot more sophisticated than I had expected, sky-scrapers by the million, looking down upon the streets, wise old bridges throwing their maledictions at the wind and, of course, the laborious courts that believed in morality and went against scoundrels were dotted about. I had finally arrived.

    I went to the house, scared of what the eggs might do next. Soon it was time to give the eggs (I secretly told the family that they were magic).

    Suddenly, something very strange happened… The eggs started to GROW and GROW and GROW and then… “clink, clink, clink, chink!”the eggs burst and out came… MONEY!!! The family took the money, bought a house. And they all found jobs and lived happily ever after.

  36. Grace says:

    Easter
    Easter is a lovely holiday.
    A special holiday when we think about spring.
    Secret Easter bunny comes and hides Easter eggs.
    The most exciting holiday when we get together .
    Every time we decorate eggs,hunt for them, find and eat them.
    Rabbits and bunnies also remind me of Easter .
    I love Easter!

  37. tommy says:

    The Easter Egg
    I woke up in a straw basket I looked up and I saw this white , fluffy friendly looking creature!He had long ears and wore a dark blue waistcoat then I realised it was a bunny.I was suddenly picked up by his white , fluffy paw and was placed under a beautiful , red rose.I looked around at my surroundings and saw other delicious chocolate eggs hidden in trees , bushes and other pretty flowers.I was so tired I fell a sleep in a flash.The next day I woke up in a similar straw basket as the sparkling night before.But this time the basket was not being held by a cute , fluffy rabbit it was being held by a giggling little child.NO his mouth was coved in scrumptious , gooey chocolate…

  38. Denzel says:

    The Easter Egg
    One Sunday morning, I woke up really early because I was excited about Easter. I love choclate eggs especially the caramel ones. I went down the steep and narrow stairs to find out what surprise awaits me. I crept to the living to see the Easter Eggs and I saw nothing. I thought maybe my mum or dad might of hid it somewhere. I thought they might of hid it in the ice-cold fridge. i Checked in the cold fridge and i found 50 packets of Mini Eggs. I devoured it all in a click a finger. I stretched out my hand and felt my stomache, I had grown fat.

  39. Sam Craig-Greene says:

    Hello.
    My name is Jack and am an Easter egg.
    A war is coming.
    A war between humans.This war will start in 1914 and I am not safe at all.
    But that aside that, my cocoa brothers want to speak to you. I’ll hand it over.
    [shuffling noises]Hi! I’m Manny Sardine and I am Jack’s older brother. By older I mean I was harvested first.
    I am protecting my 2 brothers from WW1 (World War 1) by using a cupboard to hide. It is very effective as it is in an abandoned workshop.It’s also very cosy in here with all of the blankets, but not too hot to melt us.[TOGETHER] Bye!

  40. Alexandra Fowles says:

    Easter, a fabulous time of year, for you maybe – it was a tortuous time of year for me!
    First my wonderful self was formed from molten chocolate into a tight egg shape. I would much rather have been a sweet little bunny, standing there, appealing to all. Instead, I had to be cruelly wrapped in coloured foil which itched everywhere. I didn’t even choose the colour myself so I was forced into some unspeakable sickly pink foil with red spots – as if I had chicken pox. I was rammed into a box and sent away in a colossal dark lorry to some horrendously busy shopping centre. I think I fell asleep after that because it was so incredibly tedious. some time later I woke up to discover I had been cracked and was about to be eaten by some wretched stranger. Then, SNAP! I had lost part of myself! I was then shoved into a cupboard as dingy as can be where I was never seen again until I was mouldy.

  41. Jeffreyn says:

    I want to catch a small egg because everybody likes to snack,crack and eat.An egg, is like oval shape. Egg is delicious ,tasty and good to eat.An Easter egg is best egg you can eat ! An egg is small and tiny.

  42. shubhi says:

    2) CRACK! Today is super sunny sonic Sunday when I woke up with a sudden surprise because it was Easter Sunday. At my farm some chickens hatched which made me wake up. As the wind blew on my face it felt as if a feather was tickling me. The clouds were fluffy, cute marshmallow dancing and twinkling up in the azure sky. The dark, sparkling, blue sky reflected down on the arid, hard ground was the chicken stood.

  43. BS says:

    How to make an Easter egg

    You will need: an Easter egg mould, a food thermometer and cotton wool.
    Wash your Easter egg mould in hot soapy water using a soft cloth or sponge (try not to scratch it), dry it well then polish using cotton wool.
    Chop up 3/4 of your chosen chocolate and place it in a heatproof bowl over a pan of barely poaching water. Allow it to melt very slowly – try not to let the water poach or boil.
    When the chocolate has melted allow it to heat through until it reaches 45-55C. Then remove from the heat and stir in the remaining 1/4 of your chocolate.
    Keep stirring until it has cooled to about 26-27C. If it gets too cold and thick, put the bowl back over the hot water but try not to let it get hotter than 30C.
    Pour just over half of the chocolate into the mould, swirl it round then pour out the excess. Repeat with both halves of your mould.
    Leave to set upside down on a sheet of baking parchment.
    If tempered properly the chocolate should set hard fairly quickly. We put ours in the fridge for 10 mins and then left it in a cool place until completely set solid.
    To turn it out, flex the mould so that a bubble of air starts to travel from one side of the mould to the other, once it meets in the middle the egg should pop out. Be patient, as this can take some time. If it gets too warm while you’re trying to take it out, place it into the fridge or freezer for a couple of minutes.
    Once the egg is out, heat oven to 180C/160C fan/gas 4 and place a baking sheet into the oven to heat up.
    When the baking sheet is hot, take it out of the oven then place the chocolate egg onto the hot surface on its flat edge to melt it a little. Wear gloves if you can so as not to get fingerprints onto the egg. Use a palette knife to help you pick up the egg halves if they get stuck.

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