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Oliver's Twisting TaleLoading...
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By Owen
That night, the poor destitute orphan cried himself to sleep tossing and turning. He dreamed about being driven to the crowd and the hustle and bustle of London market town, he noticed a rope hanging from a tall wooden pole that was waiting to be affixed to his small,skinny neck made from nothing but blood and bone. Suddenly, Oliver woke up with a cold sweat, like most nights Oliver could feel The uncomfortable sharp edges of the metal springs provided by The mean, ungrateful consolation of Mr Bumbles care; for the rest of the night Oliver couldn't sleep a wink.
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The next morning, the Beadle came storming in like a bull who had just had a face full of red,"YOUR GETTING CHANGED ARN'T YOU!"Raged the Beadle.
"Um,"but before Oliver could answer Mr Bumble had stormed out of the room. Later that evening, Oliver had an escape plan forming in his mind; he would dig a minuscule amount of dirt under the rusty, old gate every night. Eventually, it would form a small hole. The superintendence of these events were risky especially with workhouse staff patrolling the grounds.
"Um,"but before Oliver could answer Mr Bumble had stormed out of the room. Later that evening, Oliver had an escape plan forming in his mind; he would dig a minuscule amount of dirt under the rusty, old gate every night. Eventually, it would form a small hole. The superintendence of these events were risky especially with workhouse staff patrolling the grounds.
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Two weeks in the small, dirty hole was big enough for his small, skinny body to fit through, though still creating thousands and thousands of germs. It was nine o'clock at night giving his attempted escape a high chance of failure. Oliver was finally free,although he had no shelter and food he had never felt happier, despite his small amount of magnanimous behaviour, Mr Bumble couldn't care less about Olivers disappearance. The day passed quickly which Oliver spent productively things like emptying trash cans to scavenge the scraps, collecting unwanted newspapers and settling in a dark, dank corner in a dirty, mysterious avenue of London town.That night two dodgy, mysterious figures crept up while Oliver was sleeping, they were carrying an old, baggy Corn sack round their shoulders which they filled with a small ,skinny orphan and took them to an unidentified area of London...
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"QUIET DOWN EVERYONE!"shouted the man in the high chair,"The debate will begin shortly". The courtroom was in full swing with remonstrance from all corners, making the room full of chaos."SETTLE DOWN,settle down,"The man in the white waistcoat, the hall fell silent, "Now then,we are here to discuss the disappearance of orphan number 28159,"explained the man in the high chair which was of course taking the role of court master in this situation."We will now speak to the leader of the East London orphan workhouse, Mr Bumble Over to you," Said the court master.
"Well then," exclaimed the Beadle," Oliver was an ungrateful brat of a boy and when court will go straight to the execution room," boomed Mr Bumble.The room certainly omitted into a and an ear-splitting noise which took a good few minutes to silence was decided that there would be a big search party to find him.
"Well then," exclaimed the Beadle," Oliver was an ungrateful brat of a boy and when court will go straight to the execution room," boomed Mr Bumble.The room certainly omitted into a and an ear-splitting noise which took a good few minutes to silence was decided that there would be a big search party to find him.
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Meanwhile, Oliver woke up, it was his first proper night sleep in years he heard a strange gruff voice in the background. Where was he?
"I'll go get 'em some grub 'eh Fagin," Said a strange mysterious voice.
"sure thing dodge,"agreed an elderly, gruff voice. Oliver heard footsteps walking away in another direction. Oliver was breathing heavily and tried to stay quiet but although his best efforts to do so he was still noticed, "What's in there Fagin mate."asked the new voice.
"I'll tell yu' later boy" said this Fagin character. Oliver was frightened; he had never spoken to anyone outside the workhouse before, especially with Mr Bumbles security. Loud footsteps came stomping towards him the same graph voice murmured to itself, "Right then how, how do you …" Whoever it was fiddling with this with some old, worn out string, Oliver suddenly saw his first bit of daylight since his first day of freedom."Get out NOW," an old man shouted, he had a long silver bed and a scruffy jacket.
"I'll go get 'em some grub 'eh Fagin," Said a strange mysterious voice.
"sure thing dodge,"agreed an elderly, gruff voice. Oliver heard footsteps walking away in another direction. Oliver was breathing heavily and tried to stay quiet but although his best efforts to do so he was still noticed, "What's in there Fagin mate."asked the new voice.
"I'll tell yu' later boy" said this Fagin character. Oliver was frightened; he had never spoken to anyone outside the workhouse before, especially with Mr Bumbles security. Loud footsteps came stomping towards him the same graph voice murmured to itself, "Right then how, how do you …" Whoever it was fiddling with this with some old, worn out string, Oliver suddenly saw his first bit of daylight since his first day of freedom."Get out NOW," an old man shouted, he had a long silver bed and a scruffy jacket.
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