Jamie's Writing

Week 31- wide, orange, crocodile, collapse

Staring at the wide horrible jaws of the beast I wish that I hadn’t come into the school. The vampire or at least I think it’s a vampire pull’s my neck closer and sinks it’s teeth into my flesh...

Jane isn’t your normal type of schoolgirl she is a demon slayer and today she is fighting off the demon hordes in the sewers with an orange and a toy crocodile. She is unstoppable; throwing the orange, whacking monsters with her toy crocodile, oh, and did I mention she looks hella good in high heels? Vamps beware!

She throws a shoe at the last vamp and misses. It hits the wall and cracks spread.

Then the wall collapses, bringing the sewers with it...

Week 28-

The man turned from the burning wreckage and vowed to destroy the ruler whether it killed him or not. He turned and headed towards the derelict building where the shot had come from. He turned from the door and jumped up to the window. The windowsill crumbled under his feet but he continued climbing regardless of the crumbling wall he was on. Panting he reached the top and slipped down through the trapdoor into the sniper room but there was no sniper. “Swotch” He turned as two men walked out of the wall pulling out their guns blood splattered everywhere.

Week 27-hard, beautiful, brown, worried, camera

The hard, rough face of the man looks out over the ruined city then turns and looks back at his beautiful wife. Her luscious brown hair flows behind her as her worried face looks back at him. Then she walks away.

He quickly pulls out his camera, snaps one last shot before she gets into the van and drives out of the war-torn city in search 0f the fabled land of gold. A tear trickles down the man’s war hardened face as he watches the glint of the gun as the ruler’s despicable snipers blow up the man’s only love.

Week 26-...but how could something so tiny...

“But how could something so tiny cause so much destruction?” the officer asked.

“I don’t know. Please listen”

“No I’ve heard enough you don’t know what your talking about”

“No, no, it’ll just come back”

But the officer wasn’t listening anymore. He hopped into his van and drove away. That’s when I noticed it. The small bug spat into the exhaust pipe and the van blew up killing more than half the police force in the city. I remembered that very bug from the time it blew up the city block killing my family and more than 100 other people.

Week 25 - ....so that is why I am always last....

Why am I always last? Whenever I race people I'm always last.

No matter how fast I run, no matter how hard I train I always seem to lose. I´m lowest of the low! I don't get it! I´m one of the fastest in my class! I run fast yet halfway through I suddenly fall down panting. I get in front of everyone else then suddenly I’m slowing and the rest of the class are in front of me. I don't understand?

Wait! I remember learning about something on this topic; now, what was it? Oh yeah, I remember: you should run slowly at first and then start speeding up so that you don't lose your breath.

Ahh so thatś why I'm always last.

Finn's Writing

Week 28

Wispy spider webs tangled in my salt and pepper hair. My face is pale is pale and clammy, covered in sticky sweat and cobwebs.

Kneeling, panting I turn around looking down the black corridor.

Screams bounce around the pale stone walls adding a bonus shiver to my spine. The walls tremble unable to contain the weight of the ferocious beasts storming  inside the mysterious museum walls. Wreaked museum exhibits were strewn across the long wooden planks threatening to break.

Suddenly a hand pushed me into my rough walls.

A shivering sensation crept over me and the world went pitch black.

Week 27 Hard brown beautiful worried camera

I stare at the brown, ancient photo of the first school class. As I peer closer I see that all the children had worried and frightened faces. I wonder what had happened. Suddenly a shocking sound appears that sounds suspiciously like a camera. I feel black.

As I  wake up I land on a soft patch of lush, soft grass. The world around me is beautiful; golden houses glinting in the blaring sun. This is utter paradise. Men and woman jump into cool refreshing pools.

I stand up. Strength courses through me as I jump into this new unexplored world.

Week 26 how could something be so tiny

Whumth! I stumbled over as bad Brad pointed and chortled loudly at me.

“Still engrossed in your stupid little speck,” he said as he dribbles all over me.

“Hey, be careful Brad. There are people on this speck of dust.”

He punched me and walked away laughing.

I lay down on the hard concrete floor blood pouring from my nose. I really wished I wasn’t such a geek.

At home I flumped down on my bed. I stared at the speck. How could something so tiny be alive ? Suddenly a voice said, “Hey, you finally started paying attention to us.”

Week 25 ...so that is why I am always last…

Being the worst kid at sport at school is something you don’t want to happen to you. You’re always last at any sport you participate in. For example at swimming sports I signed up for 200m breastroke, thinking it was my best stroke.

I jumped into the pool and started swimming as fast as I could. My arms strained as people swam past me going the other way. Yes I must be winning! I finally got to the end thinking I’d won. Suddenly I heard people laughing and  mocking me, no not again. It felt like the whole world was laughing at me. I really hated having my special condition. So that is why I am always last.

BY FINN

Hudson's Writing

Week 28

Invisible Walls

The old man looks down at his grandson, tucking him in for his bedtime.

“Can you tell a bedtime story” said the young child.

The old, wrinkly man had no choice but to say yes.

“Once upon a time there was a young girl walking with her older brother. They were walking though a famous wall in Rome. It was the wall of fame. Invisibles walls all around the room There was one wall that you could go in, but not come out. 30 famous deaths was found there. The girl and her brother wanted to be heroes, so they investigated. Their parents were standing for hours, calling their names, tears forming in their eyes.

“The end” said the man.

Tears were welling in the 8 year old eyes. The boy never slept for the rest of his life. Nor he would touch any walls or doors.

Just incase

Week 27 Hard, Beautiful, Brown, Worried, Camera

I, the brown, bear storm around the cage, trying to break a way out. I try to smash through the window, push myself up a tree to break through a door. I am extremely embarrassed with the cameras flashing at me nonstop. There is no way out. Something I wouldn’t do is give up. No one dies giving up. I run around, hoping for a miracle to happen. 2 more minutes until my beautiful sow goes away, leaving me to face death. 2 minutes turn to dust as she exits away from me. I was worried. This will be hard.

Week 25 That is why I’m always Last

I’m always the slowest, I’m always last, I never win, I’m just not fast.

Running around getting tagged, I’m always the one getting mad.

Sitting down, head buried into my book, I sure do love to read.

Playing football on the field is nothing to do with me.

Cross-Country comes, everyone looking forward to it but one guy, me.

The race begins. People zoom off in the distance but one guy, me.

Well, one good thing has happened, I snuck my adventurous book up my shirt.

I read, and walk, towards the finish. So that is why I’m always last.