"The Plague of the Eight-legged Alien Arachnids" (Part1)By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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The Plague of the Eight-Legged Alien Arachnids (Part 1)

Prologue …

Johnny along with Lucinda stared at the hirsute mass of mammoth arachnids running at full speed under them …

All that left when the egg hatched. It is how this pandemonium began. The hatching of an egg. Acknowledge me to a certain extent, the egg if truth be told made hatch a vast female spider to facilitate has previously been in labour and having her infants ubiquitously over town.

This mammoth metamorphosis of spider was formed by means of the prevalent scientist of the parallel 23rd century: Krackwizz Copperpot.

He was a minute bloke amid spectacles in the itinerary of his fifties, all the same then, so more or less every erstwhile mediocre nutty scientist in his period was!

He had a wife called Dakota, a son called Bernard as well as the two pet dogs: Taffy and Tegumai.

He had created a assortment of creations in time: a baby bath into an automatic dog washer with ingenious in -nozzle mechanism of spray which it signals, table tennis has serve-o-matic-a catapult of the mechanism that it recharged having operated every bullet - and the photocopier PILCO - In which it had been embezzled with for photographs to enter, and of lively living beings it goes out. It represents: Photos In Living Creatures Out.

This last clever creation (You remember, the tarantula of the female mutant tarantula) was the first mutant insect in the 5'000,000 moons of the mediocre professor’s life.

The egg as that I mentioned - had cracked and, as in Humpty Dumpty, could not be pieced together once again.

Anyway, of blasting the high mile, the spider of female of 20.5-metre breadth. It has already seemed to be in an unhealthy labour and should not have been groped.

Just like Britney Spears, the spider despised the paparazzi and loathed photographers. She finally noted a path to give birth to her infants.

Her infants let get away in bands, they covered the town of Bodmin, mimicking the quantity of a coverage of snow.

The first mutant insect took its last breath in an alleyway.

Chapter one...Johnny Bomb begins a diary.

February 23rd year 2300

Dear Diary,
My name is the Johnny Bomb and I am 14 and a half; I am from Connecticut in America.
Sometimes I ask myself: am I Johnny Bomb?
I am certainly not a bomb!
I'm starting this diary with the most amazing entry I will probably ever write:
The Plague of the Eight-Legged Alien Arachnids.
It sounds stupid drank every word is true.


The mediocre mad scientist: Krackwizz Copperpot had invented a mutation; a marvellous mutation; a fantastical mutation; a dangerous eight-legged mutation...


By Brandon H
Age 11
Class 6KR

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