Space Diary by Patrick, 5JB

I had an incredible day on Mars! We woke up to find we were on Mars! As my two companions Commanders Log and Sid were snoring away happily, I tiptoed down to the aisle. Sure exhilaration filled my body as I sat down to eat my cookie sandwich. Soon after, I was waving my hands in the air saying, "wake up!" With that, I put on the heavy, lumpy suit. Excitedly, I shot out the door! A huge rock was standing next to the scorched, forlorn, mouldy, old rocket. I stepped out on to the hot, red rock. Slowly, I bent down and touched the warm glow of rock. As my two companions trailed behind me, I stopped and stared. My mouth dropped open as wide as a elephant! Slowly I trembled over... to a mud house! 

My attention was taken when Commander Sid fainted! Log said he would go back, so I started to trek though the wavering dust. I should have gone back but a gooey, green and sloppy thing with one eye came squelching before me. I sprinted as fast as I could in my space suit. A dust of misty mess trailing behind. Soon enough I got back. I slammed open the hard, metal, ice-cold door and my legs pushed me in. "What was that?" I said under my breath. "I'll find out tomorrow." I sat down on the hard seat and breathed a sigh of relief as I chewed through a nice sandwich made of chilli peppers which blew my mouth out.  Just then, NASA announced we had found life - Well Done! 

Slowly but carefully, I crept into bed and fell sound asleep.

Spooky Story by Lily, 5JB

One thundery night, Jake, who was very courageous, crept slowly through the damp, mysterious woods. Meanwhile, he found an abandoned cottage which had brown leaves and broken branches falling into the chimney. Pointy, sharp thorns were surrounding the old cottage. Tip-toeing towards the house, he faltered when he heard a loud noise. He panicked. Soon he got to the cottage and opened the creaky, black door. ''Hello is anybody there?" said Jake frightened.

Without closing the door, he headed towards the main living room and looked around. In the corner of his eye, there was a shimmering, shiny piece of gold on a dusty, dirty book on a mantelpiece.  "There's a warning on it: Strange things will happen to you in the house. Open if you dare! I don't think that's true! What's on the back? This will happen if you open it alone," murmured Jake.  Jake looked around and heard absolute silence.   He could only hear the broken branches breaking from outside.  Seconds later, he opened the book.  "This is just an old book! Nothing is going to happen!" shouted Jake.

Suddenly the creaky, un-oiled doors slammed as fast as a speedy panther.  He crept towards the wooden door and opened it tentatively.  "I need to get out of here," muttered Jake loudly.  He heard a noise . You cant get out! Jake was frightened . There was a revolting smell coming from from the kitchen and the mysterious voice came again. You are haunted Jake! " How did you know my name replied Jake. Jake saw the shinning, golden, shimmering book glowing. He walked towards the book and close it. Soon, he found a hammer next to a box. Jake grabbed the hammer. The stomping was still very loud but, he managed to smash the window open as fast as light. He jumped out and he was free! " I'm never going there again!" screamed Jake.

Spooky Story by Joe, 5JB

One cold, miserable evening, two boys named Max, who was very courageous, and Lewis, who was very nervous, stumbled over the crooked path that led to an abandoned cottage without realising it, after being waterlogged by a rain cloud that soaked them head to toe. 

"I wonder where this weird path leads to," giggled Max, knowing that Lewis was afraid.

"I don't know, but I don't want to find out." Suddenly, Max walked straight into a disintegrating wall. 

He then exclaimed, "Woah," after he picked himself up from the floor.  "Is that some sort of cottage?"  

Then, out of nowhere, the door swung open with an ear-splitting creak. "I dare you to go in!" they both chanted at the same time.  So, even though it was surprising for Lewis, they both went in.  

"What has happened here?!" Lewis yelled, looking at the bloody footprints on the wall and bones on the floor.  Max didn't hear because he was studying the strange book on the mantlepiece.  He went to pick it up.

"Weird. It's called..." he muttered to himself. "If you open this thing the billers will sing and if you come in a scream team you will soon hear a scream."

"Don't open it," Lewis said. 

"Don't worry.  It's all pish posh," he said but before he opened it, he noticed the mesmerising colour of the book: purple with gold stripes.  Pretty, he thought, as he opened it. 

"Awww, it's blank," he groaned, slamming it loudly shut.  A loud thud sounded suddenly behind him.  He spun around only to see a lifeless Lewis with bleeding ears lying on the floor, dead.  He wondered how a book slamming could kill someone.  It was then Max started hallucinating really bad.  So bad it was like he was dying.  Something warm and wet wrapped around his ankle like a tongue.  It fact...it was a tongue.  He went to the door, trying to pull the tongue off.  It was locked.  Suddenly, the tongue-like thing got hauled rapidly into a basement pulling a screaming Max with it.  A loud burp echoed around the village. 

Fashion Through The Years by Libby, 5JB

In this report, I am focusing on how fashion has charged over three decades 1900s, 1900s and 1940s. I will be explaining the similarities and differences between the decades - there will also be conclusion.

Firstly, I would like to discuss the differences over the years. The first difference I would like to tell you about is the outfits and how they have changed over the years. In the 1900s they wore s-bend corset style tops with a pair of trousers. In the 1920s they wore barrel shaped outfits. And last but not least, in the 1900s they wore knee - high skirts, with boxy jackets.

Furthermore, another difference is the materials that the outfits were made out of. In the 1900s, the clothes they had were mostly made out of different types of fabric. In the 1920s, the clothes were made of curtains with patterns on from the windows. The reason for clothes being made from curtains from the window was because in the 1940s there was a war and this affected the money they had and also what materials they could buy.  Finally, the clothes in the 1940s were mostly made from cotton and fluffy fabrics.  

On the other hand, exactly the same things have remained the same about fashion over the years.  One such similarity is the hats they wore.  All throughout the 1900s and the 1920s, they wore hats.  I think the reasons they were hats in those times were because they may have had to cover their heads back then and also they might have wanted to cover their heads from the sun in hot countries as well. 

Additionally, fashion has also remained the same because we have always worn clothes that are made out of fabrics, cotton and fur, sometimes even wool.  Jackets were often worn.  I think this is because people liked to keep warm and also keep their shoulders covered.

In conclusion, I believe that there are many similarities and differences.  The most important of these are the differences because everyone has to be different and everyone has to wear different things.  It is also great to be different because no-one wants to be the same otherwise the world would be boring.  

Scary Story Starter by Ellie, 3SB

On a dark, gloomy night, I couldn't get to sleep so I got out of the house, put my bright, yellow coat on and I walked out to the lake.  The lake was foggy and I couldn't see a thing.  Suddenly, from out of the distance, was a big staircase and a strange man.  The man looked freaky.  He was coming towards me.  I could hear lightning in the sky.  An electric shock tingled down my spine. My heart was going wild. As the staircase came closer and closer, the more worried I got about what was going to happen.  I ran towards the bushes to hide but it was no use, the man followed everywhere I went. 

Recipe For A Good Friend by 3AP

The Poshest Heroes by Libby, 6MS

Upstairs, in the bedroom of Chestnut Mansion, sat two sisters and their dog Biscuit. Biscuit was chewing on the rug whilst the girls (Hope and Katie) were building a den. The doorbell rang. Katie heard footsteps from downstairs and felt the rumble of the elevator beneath her feet. Their den slowly started to crumble to the ground into a heap of blankets.

“Oh no, not again!” Hope whined, picking up a pink pillow.

Katie giggled as she watched Hope fail to rebuild the den. DING! The elevator doors edged open.

“Katie!” a girl yelled as she stepped out of the elevator.

Katie recognised that voice anywhere. It was her best friend Kelsie.

Once Kelsie had eventually gone home, Biscuit started to whimper continuously. The little pug scurried over to the peg with the long, spotty lead dangling off the end of it. He stood up on his hind legs and started to create a few faint scratch marks. Katie scrambled to her feet and made her way over to Biscuit. Quickly, she snatched the lead off the peg, forcing it to tumble to the ground. She didn’t even notice that she’d pulled the peg down so she just wandered away. They started to make their way down the five flights of stairs.

“UGH, it would have been so much easier to take the elevator, Katie.” Hope moaned.

Katie just rolled her eyes and walked away.

They arrived at Chestnut Gardens at 3:30pm for Biscuit’s group dog training session. This place was for the wealthiest of the wealthiest who live on Chestnut Street. Luckily, their mum and dad were extremely successful actors and actresses. Even better they got special VIP access to the best (and poshest) parts of the gardens. Once they even met David Cameron!

In the middle of the session a woman approached them. She had long, black hair scrunched up in a messy bun. She was also wearing the most peculiar outfit. It was a piece of artwork gone wrong, green, yellow, and pink all splattered into one ridiculous all-in-one.

“I need to see you two.” she ordered, in a soft tone.

Although it was a (kind of) soft and sweet tone, they were scared that something would happen to them if they didn’t go, they instantly followed her.

Soon after, they arrived outside of a tall, blue building with tiny blacked out windows dotted around. On the front door there was a sign that read: ‘keep out, or else.’

“Or else what?” Katie asked, feeling a slight shiver down her spine.

The lady just ignored Katie’s question and pushed open the door. As they entered the building, a memory flashed into Hope’s mind. It was of when they first moved into their old house, it looked identical to the inside of this place. She blinked and shook her head. She ignored and jogged over to the others.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake and the ceiling started to crumble.

“EARTHQUAKE!” Kate yelled, hugging Biscuit tighter than ever before.

The chandelier swung and the lights flickered. It fell to the floor with a loud SMASH which echoed around the room. Hope was screaming and crying, she thought she was going to die.

“Quick, use these!” the anxious woman yelled in desperation.

She handed them a mirror, taser and ruler.

“Why do I need a ruler?” Hope asked.

At this point there was deadly roar of thunder. As Katie was trying to get out of the door, she slipped and fell onto her back. Hope put out her hand to help Katie up. CRASH! BOOM! BANG! Down came a clump of the ceiling.

“You must go, NOW!” the lady yelled, a tear trickling down her face.

The two sisters burst out of the double doors, equipment at the ready.

A lightning bolt pierced through one of the blacked out windows, causing it to set alight. Heaps of people were evacuating the building. Another lightning bolt struck and caught Katie’s hand.

“OUCH!” Katie yelped, sparks flying out of her hand.

She fell to the ground.

“Katie?” Hope asked, her eyes watering.

Katie closed her eyes. Was she dead? Would Hope ever see her sister’s loving eyes again? Was this the end of their sisterhood…?