Friday 26 May 2017

The Highwayman - Sienna 6MS

Bess gazed up to the night sky and watched the jewels high above glisten elegantly. She sighed whilst plaiting a dark red love knot into her soft wavy hair. Feeling down-hearted, Bess slumped on her bed and closed her eyes.

Tlot-tlot,tlot-tlot,tlot-tlot. With joy Bess looked through her casement and out in the distance, she could see a familiar silhouette of a man galloping on his horse. As the silvery moonlight slithered onto the ribbon-like road, Bess’ eyes met the Highwayman’s. The horses hooves echoed through the night as the gusty trees madly shook their spindly branches.

Her eyes glistened with excitement as she opened her shutters to meet her true love. They stared shyly at each other for a while. Everything became slow whenever she saw the highwayman. After minutes that felt like hours, he finally found the courage to speak to Bess.
“My precious angel, I’m afraid that I will not be able to be with you on this fine night.”
Bess’ smile dimmed slightly.
“But i shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.” He laughed a friendly laugh then he kissed her hand. As he galloped away to the west, Bess blew a kiss to the Highwayman too.

The Highwayman opening - Jude 6MS

Despite being old,I still feel the shame and guilt of my past. Every night, their ghostly faces haunt my restless sleep. My once love - Bess and her love and life: the ruthless,merciless highwayman. I look back and regret my move. The memory of her long, black, smooth hair drooping over her face still reminds me of herself unwantedly. Gnawing at me, guilt is too much to handle. I try to stop it but I can’t; the story is playing over and over in my mind. The inn once my favourite - now my least…

The Highwayman Opening - Rachel 6CP

The wardrobe stood high above Bess; it was collecting dust over the years. Her narrow bed was sitting in the corner of her slate-grey room. When she looked out of her casement, the wind howled on the shutters and she saw the gusty trees waving madly. High in the sky, the moon was hanging like a ghostly galleon. Lighting up the whole heather moor, Bess could see the road her love would ride upon.

Bess’ jet-black hair fell down her chest like a cascading waterfall. Her bleached-white teeth sparkled like pearls amongst her rose-red lips. She was a caring, young girl; her eyes were gleaming in the moonlight.

As the Highwayman came riding down the meandering road, Bess saw his coat of claret velvet swaying in the wind.His brown breeches were tucked into his knee-high boots. He’d a handful of lace at his chin and a french-cocked hat settled on his forehead. Up he came to Bess’ casement.

The Highwayman by Ollie 6CP

The sky was as dark as ash, despite the moon’s ghostly shadow. Early the trees swayed in perfect formation: they were dancing under the stars. The inn was tall and dark, and was lit by a glimpse of moonlight shining on the casement where Bess was waiting for her love.

The figure of the tall, handsome highwayman came galloping over the purple moor. His french-cocked hat flew off into the distant moonlight. As he arrived at the inn, he saw a silhouette standing at the casement. Was it his love? He whistled a tune to the window: it was his special call to get his loves attention. Bess - the landlord's beautiful daughter - came to the casement .

The long,black-haired beauty came down to the tall, blue eyed Highwayman. “One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I’m out for a prize tonight”. He turned to the west and sped away.

Tim was a mad man: he had eyes like fire and his hair stunk of a horse stable. The red coats trooped up to the heavy inn door. They drank the innkeepers ale. Fumbling up the crooked stairs they were heading for Bess’s room. Bess awoke with fear. Jumping out of bed, she tumbled towards the door’s lock but she was too late. The red coats tied Bess up with a heavy knot: she tried to wriggle free, but all the knots held good!

Cautiously, Bess tried to get into a silent rhythm of manoeuvring her hands but in a haste to get free she hesitated and her hands became sticky with a red river of blood. Confidently, she got her hand on the long, thin musket. She was in control of the trigger. Bess heard the highwayman.
“Tlot, tlot, tlot.” The Highwayman was here. The red-coats were ready with their  muskets but Bess pulled the trigger…

The highwayman came to a sudden stop.

He froze.The red-coats lowered their rifles and and stepped back; he turned his horse and fled away with fear not knowing who was shot!

Soar - A Setting Description by Joe 6CP






As its shining structure appeared beyond the horizon, the sun’s glowing fingers snatched out as passing clouds, rotating them into angelic swirls of cotton. The dirt path meandered around the mighty, majestic oak trees as the harmonious sound of crickets chirping rang out in the desolate park.

Mara - an addict to the designing of places - stood prepared for her next test flight. Unlike the previous twenty-seven days, Mara thought today would be the day: the day she finally had a working plane! Trees stared on nervously, rooted to their spots as she hurled the place through the air - it flew and flew - but then it plummeted towards the ground like a meteor homing in on its target.

Monday 22 May 2017

Escape from Pompeii extract by Sienna 3SC

Joyfully, Tranio and Livia ran out of the bakery laughing in search of the goat. They both looked at each other in dismay. All they could hear was boiling, hot lava rocks plummeting to the ground. They saw children crying at their ruined city which was caused by their beloved Mount Vesuvius which was now their greatest enemy. Petrified people were running in all directions trying to find an escape, but also trying to avoid the falling rocks. Tranio looked at Livia who had tears of sadness trickling down her beautiful face. Suddenly, they heard a loud, rumbling noise coming from their dangerous, monstrous Mount Vesuvius. Livia and Tranio were devastated as they looked at what was happening to their once beloved city.

Escape from Pompeii extract by Isabel 3SB

Once Tranio and Livia had arrived in the town they saw a horrible sight before them. The once sunny sky had been concealed by thick, darkening clouds. Confused, all the towns people were rushing about in all different directions with all their most precious possessions. They could hear women and children sobbing and screaming while clutching each other's hands. Adults were frantically grabbing their loved ones. Volcanic rock rained from the sky.

Escape from Pompeii extract by Riaz 3SB


Frantically, Tranio clutched onto Livia’s hand. Worried, Livia coughed and they both dashed to the safest place they knew, the harbour.

They silently crept onto the cargo ship then they hid under some new rugs. They could feel the boat bobbing on the choppy water. Heartbroken, Livia said “Will we be safe?” thinking they were the only people left in Pompeii.
“I hope so.” whispered Tranio as a tear slowly rolled down his face.

It began to get airless and stuffy. Tired and heartbroken, they hugged each other tight and drifted off to sleep…

Friday 12 May 2017

Letters from the Trenches by 4WR

4WR have written these letter from the trenches, imagining what it would be like to be a soldier.
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Jessie

Jessie

Jake
Jake


Thursday 11 May 2017

Adventures Are The Pits by Erin, 4WR

I looked at the colourful ball pit in front of me.  My heart was pounding and I had butterflies in my tummy.  I took a deep breath, shut my eyes and jumped on the slide.  I screamed until my throat went hoarse.  I opened one eye, then the other.  I wasn't in a ball pit, I was at the bottom of a ball mountain.

I looked up and saw a small light coming from the dip where I had fallen.  Slowly, I started to climb.  Suddenly, my foot slipped but thankfully I still had grip with my hand and carried on.  There were all kinds of sweets stuck between the balls: chocolate bars, candy floss, giant Haribo rings and lollipops.  

As I climbed higher, my hands were ever so slightly moving the balls which let out a huge, sticky lollipop that landed on my face.  I finally got it off but I had let go.  I tried to grab onto something but I missed and I fell back down to the bottom.  "I will never come back here again," I said to myself. 

Alma by Ellie, 4WR

Alma

It was a cold winter day. All that could be heard were the squawks of birds flying above the rooftops of my village. I was walking in the frosty show when I walked past a strange shop.  I stopped to get a closer look at it.  The door was open so slowly, I walked inside.  The creak of the door sent a shiver down my back of my spine. The shelves were stacked with dolls. I started turning back for the door when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a white-faced doll.  It looked like me.

My mind filled with questions so I turned around to grab it but I couldn't find it.  Soon after, I spotted it on the other side of the room.  "How did it get there?" I thought to myself.  My mind was pulling me back with fear but I just couldn't resist.  It was as if there were some magnetic force pulling us together so I reached up to grab it from the shelf when...

Chariot Race Day Newspaper Reports by 4JP

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These newspaper reports are inspired by the final race in Romans On The Rampage by Jeremy Strong.

Gabriella

Gabriella

Isaac

Isaac

Isaac

Isaac

Chariot Race Day Poems by 4JP

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These poems are inspired by the chariot races in Romans On The Rampage by Jeremy Strong.

Madison

Isabella