Thursday 3 April 2014

The chilli plant

The Chilli Plant
The plant sat looking innocent until a victim comes along.  A pattern of red and green sprinkled like fairy dust. I smile thinking of the taste flaming in my mouth. The droopy leaves nestling in the pot. Little white flowers are slowing blooming, just one, waiting to mature to a chilli. Soft green leaves getting closer and closer to their time of disappearance. The plant in the pot lingering in the corner. 
By Meg

                                            Hot Chilli

  The intimidating fiery plant is always 
  staring,sitting,staring at the next 
  person to march through the door,deciding     who to take  as its victim is a very 
       complicated job.

  The flamable chilli's are always growing
  bigger waiting,trying,waiting to pounce.

  The manipulative chilli's work hard to 
  look innocent, only two people have fallen
  for their evil tricks bursting,working,
  exploading in their mouths.

  The red and green christmas lights that
  we call chilli's are always sprouting 
  new flowers sprouting,improving,sprouting.


       The soon to be dead chilli plant is wilting
       with no water dying,wilting,dying.


   

      The now dead chilli plant is floppy and 
  lifeless wilted,lifeless,DEAD. 
  
   

CHILLY


As the suns stare at there victims, cries come from all who dare eat the red flames. The plant on fire with its green innocent leaves crawling down to fall off to survive. Half a meter tall and hinting of  death. The leaves smell of cucumber, the firey plums smell of fire mixed with lava. If you eat one you're in one heck of a ride! 
 by Jack