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Showing posts with label Y4. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Y4. Show all posts
Friday, 23 June 2017
Lake District Tourist Attraction Leaflets, 4JP
Would you visit these tourist attractions?
The Adventure of the 999 Fairy Teddies
A child in year four has spent a lot of time writing and illustrating this lovely story. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed it. Click on the image to enlarge it.
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.
Click on an image to enlarge it and scroll through.
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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.
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
Click the images to enlarge and scroll through.
These newspaper reports are inspired by the final race in Romans On The Rampage by Jeremy Strong.
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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.
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Friday, 9 December 2016
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
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.
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?
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
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, 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
Thursday, 10 December 2015
Fantasy Setting Descriptions by 4JP
Year 4 have been busy learning about fantasy stories and descriptive writing. They have done some paired writing about a castle from the Chronicles of Narnia. These pictures inspired them to write some incredible descriptions which they have read aloud in the SoundCloud files below. Please leave them a comment if you enjoyed their work.
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