Monday 19 December 2016

Monster Cottage by Elyza, 5CG

I always walk home from school and never before have I got lost until the last Tuesday. As I was running along the golden, astonishing cornfield, my heart leapt as I heard a deafening scream. I stopped still, paralysed as the noise once again made the hairs on my neck stand up. I decided to go and investigate. As I crept down the pathway, I heard the cry again but this time, as well as scream, I heard laughing. I ran as fast as I could, my heart thumping against my aching chest until I reach an abandoned cottage with the door swinging open. Regretting my choice already, I stumbled to the broken door and went inside but should I have?

The cottage did look nice on the outside but inside the cottage it was loathsome.  Cobwebs and decayed wood covered the house making me want to be sick.  Every breath I took, a foul smell of rubbish filled my nose.  One thing that did catch my attention was a book that seemed to have my name on it. On the front cover of this book (that looked like it had not been opened for a thousand years) was a picure of a spooky, scary zombie. Another thing that I saw on the corner of my eye was a warning saying, "Do not open this book. It is cursed. Whoever opens it will get bad luck for the rest of their life. As soon as I opened it, I wanted to warn other people about what the Monster Book can do. This book is as dangerous as jumping off a tall cliff. Please do not ignore this message."

I decided (after about half an hour) that it is probably one of those silly warnings you get on an adults' book saying 'warning: seriously scary'. This was a bad idea. As soon as I opened it and began to read, strange noises began to ring in my ears. A few minutes later, a cold hand touched my shoulder. Screaming, I turned around and came face to face with a ghost. This obnoxious creature laughed at me, making me jump out of my skin.

I ran out of the room thinking, was the book possibly right? I slammed the door shut in the dismal bedroom and began to weep. Didn't it say that you'd get bad luck for the rest of your life? The more I thought, the more scared I got until I was disturbed by a deep growl.

I whipped my head around to see a terrible, emerald-green zombie staring into my deep blue eyes as it approached me viciously. I screamed, again, and stumbled out of the door. Panting, I tried to run and hide in every room but every time I bumped into a monster such as a mummy in the bathroom, a skeleton in the kitchen or a werewolf in the closet and much more.

"I definitely need to get out of here," I told myself, so I ran downstairs to the door and turned the handle but I couldn't open the door. I was stuck, maybe forever. It was then that I called for help which I thought would be useful.

"Help me!" I pleaded. "I'm stuck in an abandoned cottage with monsters in it." There was no reply. I needed to find the book. I ran and ran thinking, I can do it, I shall do it. Finally, I reached the contaminated room and monsters flooded in and an array of sounds gave me a headache. I reached for the handle once more and turned it again. Still, nothing. I would have to keep running from the monsters for the rest of my life. The faster I ran, the more tired I got. I already had lots of bruises and cuts and my temperature rose rapidly with every step I took. Someone would find me, someday.

Wondering why I came, I lay down hidden from the monsters for now, until someone had the courage to open the door of the cottage and let me out. Until that day, I will keep running from the monsters, missing my home and never knowing what time it is or which day it is. Will you let me out of this disgusting, horrible place?

So, never open a book with a warning. I have learned my lesson from the monster book. I only wanted to warn you about it and make sure that nobody opens it and that they don't get cursed.

Thursday 15 December 2016

Battle of Marathon by Daisy, 6CP

Nauseating piles of rotting corpses filled the battle field. The never-ending screams of the injured were continuously thrashing at my eardrums as we raised our blood stained swords in victory and relief. Fame was ours; Greece was ours. We couldn’t believe we were able to achieve this.

While we all stood nervously at the top of the hill, we took a deep breath in and watched the early morning sun slowly rise into the sky. My eyes quickly darted to the Persian army of 30,000, which was when I started to feel really nervous. We only had 11,000 men. I stared at my friend for a moment; he look confident and naive but I felt really nervous.

While we were still at the top of the hill, we got into our new phalanx formation. As I was getting into place, I started to doubt this new decision. Then we finally started to march down the steep hill over to the Persians awaiting us on the sandy battle field. We all came face to face,enemy to enemy. Battle had begun....

Battle cries were heard all across the bay as soldiers transformed their fear into anger. Showers of blood rained down on us as we slowly outnumbered the Persians. Countless bodies lay on the sand but there were more Persians yet. Many Persians came towards us feeling really confident the eventually lost their lives to our swords and spears. But they wouldn’t give up.

Revolting piles of Persian corpses were scattered all over the battlefield. The piercing screams of the injured or dying was all I could hear. The salty wind was bitter, but victory was sweet. Then I saw loads of soldiers dropping their armour in relief. Some even collapsed with their armour because they were so tired because they have been fighting in metal armour for a few hours which wasn’t easy.

Battle of Marathon by Luke, 6CP

Bodies with snapped necks and missing limbs, lay in puddles of their own internal fluids. Rivers of blood linked heaps of blooded corpses like vivid crimson paths. But it was over; the carnage was over. I glanced at the first Persian I killed, spear was still wedged in his blood stained stomach. Pain burned through my shoulder as I stood horrified by the massacre.

A glimpse of rising sunlight shone from the horizon, as the moon hung just above the mountains behind us. Rumours had been passed between the lines, that the spies had seen Datus load his cavalry back onto his boats and sail away. Tension hung in the air, as we anticipated the fierce battle ahead of us.

The morning light shimmered from behind general Miltiades, casting a dark shadow across his face as he yelled his speech to us. We began our march, and at arrow range, we broke into a run. I saw stunned faces as arrows rained down all around us.

I ran at a Persian and plunged my spear deep into his stomach. I was forced to leave my spear wedged where it was by an angry Persian charging at me. I spun whipping my sword from it's sheath, and catching him across the chest. The Persian collapsed, blood dripped down his front. I stopped for a moment to take a breath, but realised, that was a bad idea.

I clutched my shoulder in agony as an arrow whizzed between the gap in my armour. I went down, my head pounding. A puddle of blood leaked from my shoulder. I tasted blood, I must have bitten my lip as I hit the ground. And that was the last I remembered.

I came to myself with a familiar ringing in my ears and a distant pain in my shoulder was slowly growing. With my good arm I hoisted myself into a sitting position. “Aaagggghh!” I screeched as a strong gust of wind blew sand into my cut. I looked around and realised…

We had won!


Bodies with snapped necks and missing limbs lay in puddles of their own internal fluids.

Battle of Marathon by Max, 6CP

Shredded piles of sliced limbs filled the tributaries of blood and sweat, covering the fields that will never be the same again. Success flooded the bay where the Persians; equipped with broken swords, lay moaning and groaning with life threatening injuries. Glory was ours; Liberation was ours. The sacrifices of our soldiers will be remembered after we return to our homes.

A glimpse of rising sunlight shone from the mountains behind us as the fading moon fell into the undulating horizon. Morning sea-mist swept over the Persian troops - blinding them from us and us from them- but as the blazing sunlight rose to the peak of the sky, the sea-mist faded and we regained our line of sight.

“I am a strong soldier who usually fights for Miltiades on the edges of the phalanx.” Miltiades gave the order, “You on the phalanx now!” Confused, I did what he said. “Charge!” The whole army/phalanx sprinted into the action. A wave of arrows came flying down bouncing off of our shields like skimming stone on water.

Morning turned to night, light turned to dark as it seemed in my head as Persians dropped dead, blood spurted out of the dying men laying on the blood-soaked ground. The sound of metal clanging, burrowed into my ears partially deafening me. “Argh!” a sword welded to a Persian, dug into my arm causing me to leak blood out of my molded creating a red water feature.

Glory was ours; Liberation was ours. The sight of organs and body parts flooded my mind horrifying me and no doubt going to do again. I have killed so many people who may have had a loving family just like I do who will be waiting for their return but will have to face the horrible fact of their loved ones passing away.

Friday 9 December 2016

Letters from 2SV

2SV have been writing letters to their families inviting them to their Christmas Production.  Click on an image to make it bigger.






2FO's Christmas Invitations

2FO have been writing some letters to invite their families to their Christmas production.  Click on an image to make it bigger.




The Frozen Castle by 4JP

4JP have been writing about a frozen land.  Listen to their paired writing by clicking on each audio file.



Tuesday 6 December 2016

Letters from the Trenches, 4EN

Year 4 have been writing letters from the soldiers in the WW1 trenches.  To view a large version of the image, click it.








Letters from the Trenches, 4JP

Year 4 have been writing letters from the soldiers in the trenches.  Here are some of their final versions.  Click on an image to view them in a larger format. 

 



Monday 4 July 2016

Tortuga by Ellie, 3SB

This piece of writing is based on the book, Tortuga by Paul Geraghty.



When Tortuga got onto the beautiful shore, the sky was as pretty as her. The soft sand wiggled through her warm trees. As the amazing, glimmery sunset reflected onto her solid shell, she could hear birds squawking in the sky so she looked up and there were white, evil birds. Slowly they pinched on one of her eggs. "Oh no!"she gasped. She was absolutely  mortified, so she snuggled down to get some sleep.

As morning came she found herself on a bright colourful cliff. Tortuga said, "How did I get here?" It was a mystery that was before her. The rocks by her feet were sharp and pointy and grey. Beside her was the most incredible waterfall she had ever seen, so she went onto a rock and had the time of her life until...

The rock that she was standing on broke! CRACK! It went tumbling down the waterfall. Tortuga went down the cliff! "Will this cliff go down forever?" she said, frightened.  Her body was shaking with fright.  The wind brushed against her pretty shell.  "Am I going to die?" she asked herself. 

 Suddenly, she stopped.  Tortuga thought she had landed but she hadn't gone to the forest floor.  She was on a rough, brown branch but she was only an inch away from the sand so she quickly jumped to the ground.

As she reached the soft, yellow sand, her tummy started to tickle.  Tortuga looked into the distance.  She saw a baby tortoise.  She was relieved that her baby wasn't hurt.  She scuttled off into the sunset and they lived happily ever after. 

Sunday 26 June 2016

Oktapodi by 4JP

These pieces of writing were inspired by the movie, Oktapodi, from the Literacy Shed.

Charley
One day in a fish bowl far, far away, Mango and Tango were calmly hugging each other when...PLOP! Tango got taken out of the rectangular, glass fish bowl into a maroon-coloured van.  Mango, who was freaked out and heartbroken, clambered up the side of the fish bowl and ran like the wind, eventually reaching enough extreme speed to catch up with the super fast van.  Bravely, he sneaked across the sid of the van and through the open, shattered window. Awkwardly, Mango managed to fight his way in, missing the colossal slap of the fishmonger's hand.  All of a sudden, Tango hit the handbrake, causing the mean driver to spin around like crazy.  They were flying!

Nervously, the 43-year-old man dangerously stood on the comfy-leather seats to get the two octopuses which were on the roof.  The man started to pound them against the green, metal roof, until Mango and Tango started squirting him with ink.  Without warning, an electricity wire hit his hand and electricuted him.  Then, he carried on driving, not realising that they got away on the wire. Soon, the horrible driver went overboard into the sea.  But then a fat seagull came to take Mango.  In the blink of an eye, Tango shot herself towards the seagull.  

Harvey

Dear Mr Fishmonger,

I would like to make a complaint.  The fish-tank you make me stay in was atrocious.  You gave me terrible food and the space in there was very very small.  Why did you take my wife? If I had been fed good food, maybe I would say "thank you".  You, my friend, are a complete and utter disgrace.  It was the worst experience of my life.  If I were you, I wouldn't continue your career.

From

Jim (The Octopus)

To Jim,

I think you are completely wrong but I'm also sorry.  In future, I will give you a bigger fish tank and better food.  I will try to make your life better.  I'm sorry for taking your wife.  Will you forgive me?  I will try to be a better fishmonger.  Can we be friends?

From

Mr Fishmonger

Tom

After the fishmonger was out of sight of Sapphire and Dave, the octopuses were finally reunited with each other's company until this ungrateful seagull called Fanta swooped down and collected Dave.  It flew away into the distance.  Sapphire moved to the centre of the old, manky washing line, leaned back and flung herself after Dave.  Meanwhile, Dave was squirming and shaking, trying to get out of the hard, firm grip of the gull.  Sapphire was being propelled by the strong wind and current of the ocean.  During this, Dave managed to turn around and who appeared but the love of his life, Sapphire!

She was flying like a bird, gracefully, swiftly and elegantly. Then, Sapphire showed her aggressive side.  She stuck to Fanta and ink and slapped him until he eventually dropped Dave.  She also found she was falling down and down, gradually descending towards the ocean where they belong and where they would stay for their entire lives.

Alma by 4JP

Ellie

It was a misty, cold morning when Alma was skipping through the empty, windswept streets.  She went past a shop.  A doll shop.  The doll in the window looked at Alma with bright, blue eyes like her own and a subtle smile.  All of a sudden, her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped. She gasped. The doll looked just like her.

She look around then back again.  It moved.  There clearly wasn't anyone in the shop. It must have moved alone.  Alma instantly decided to investigate.  She tried the door.  It was locked.  Grumpily, she walked away.  CREEEEAK!  The door opened.  Amazed, she turned back and ran in.  Alma stared at the doll with keen eyes.  A little boy doll creaked on the floor.  Carefully, Alma knelt down and picked it up.  It wheeled itself into the door with a loud SMACK! Alma didn't care. She eyed the doll...it eyed her back.

Tosca

Slowly, I reached up to get the doll...

Suddenly, the mysterious doll jumped out of its place.  It smashed the window and jumped through it.  I was so shocked that I just fainted...

It was 10 o'clock at night when I woke up with a scream.  I looked around, the shop was empty.  I tried to get up but I was frozen with fear.  As soon as I got up, I ran out the door.  When I got out, a terrible sight met my eyes...

Houses on fire, screaming people and a lot more.  After I calmed down a bit, I asked a man what was going on.  All the man said was, "the curse, the curse!"
"What curse?" I asked.
"The curse of the dolls," he said.

Before I could ask any more questions, he started running off again.  I turned around to see what all the people were running from and I saw the dolls that were in the shop.  But they were different.  They had green eyes and green slime coming out of their mouths.  Then I saw a little girl about my age running, but she didn't make it because a doll jumped up on her and bit her.  Suddenly, she turned into another doll!

A few days later, everyone in the world except me was turned into a doll.  I had no choice but to stay in the shop hoping they wouldn't find me, but I was wrong.  The doll that looked like me found me and bit me...

I felt cold. I was the last person in the whole world to be bitten. Was this the end?

Friday 17 June 2016

WW1 Diary by Zoe, 4JP

This diary entry is written by Zoe as a character, Freddie, from Michael Foreman's book, War Game.

Dear Diary,

Today, we heard that Britain is going to war and I'm signing up.  The more I thought about it, the more anxious I got.  It's going to be really exciting fighting against another country and shooting guns.  Billy thinks it's not going to take long and things it is an adventure.  Will isn't so sure about it.  He thinks that we could get killed, but I don't believe him.  We are fighting against Italy, Germany and Austria-Hungary.  

Tomorrow, we are going to the army recruitment office to sign up with my friends.  When I get there, I think I'll see lots of people ready to go to war and leaders. 

Yours,

Freddie

Tuesday 15 March 2016

Talon Dinosaurs Stories by Charlie and Tarlia, 3AP

Talon Saves A Baby

Talon stayed with the pack. She saw a baby being snatched by a utahraptor.
Talon ran to the utahraptor and screamed at him. Angry and fierce, Talon frightened the utahraptor. He dropped the terrified baby and sprinted away.
The pack were happy so they let Talon stay with them.

By Charlie

Talon the Dinosaur

Talon saw one of the babies running off from the pack and heard it crying out loud. Quickly, Talon shouted for the others. The pack ran as fast as they could.

Angry and brave, Talon shouted at the utahraptor. Scared and nervous, he ran away because he thought he would be eaten.

By Tarlia

Tuesday 2 February 2016

Hadrian's Wall Poems by 4WR


The good looking silver and red armour,

The golden dust of cracked rocks,

Why did I stay?

The brown bumpy leather of sandals,

The banging of silver metal armour,

Why did I stay?

Bailey and Bettie




Sweat cautiously dripping down my head,

Why am I here?

The cold armour pressing against my body,

The silk blue sky of Scotland,

The wind whistling through the gaps in the stone wall,

Why am I here?

Charlie and Joshua


In the distance my eyes froze on a tall, sharp mountain,

As I stood on the wall, there was the sound of footsteps approaching me,

As I held my shield, my hands started slipping off the handle,

The salty stones from Hadrian’s Wall tingled up my nose,

Why am I standing here?

Lauren and Meja


The cold stone bricks scratching my fingertips,

Shields flashing in the moonlight,

It’s not so bad!

The fresh night air drifting up my nose,

Ravens crying in the distance,

It’s not so bad!

Zak L and Marley S


Cold green grass,

Freezing cold shields,

Armour clanging together,

Sweat dripping down faces,

Why am I here?

Marley N and Barney


Sweaty bodies hard at work,

Leathery shields protecting me,

Fiery scarlet uniforms all around,

Clanking armour on Roman chests,

Why am I here?

Alex and Harrison