17th August 2025
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! WE'RE GOING DOWN!
Five minutes earlier...
The silver blades sliced the air as they sped around. I stared out of the crystal clear window. The carpet of green, rippled beneath. The painted sky, splotched with white. It was strange how this slice of paradise was about to be dragged down to the fiery pits of hell. As we sped along the scenery, a storm was brewing in front. In less than a minute, the beautiful, blue sky was a dark grey. A giant, purple arrow shot at the ground, starting a small fire. As the storm got bigger and worse, we got closer and more horrified. “CRACK”
“What was that?” I exclaimed as the chopper jolted.
It was as if a fist had slammed right into the side. Fear crawled up my spine like a spider. Another jolt shook the chopper. A piece of blade flew past the window.
“Please tell me that wasn’t the one of the rotors” I whispered with worry.
Suddenly, a red light started flashing brightly, followed by a screaming siren.
“MAYDAY! MAYDAY! WE'RE GOING DOWN
My stomach dropped, just like the helicopter. Everyone screamed. My vision started going blurry. Then it all went black.
My eyes slowly opened. I was in the middle of a ring of fire. Pieces of helicopter were everywhere. I felt sick and dizzy as I pulled myself up. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was. There were giant trees, some burning, looming over me and lots dark , wet dirt on the ground. The sound of birds chirping in the scene reminded me of before. Before the crash. As I came to my senses, everything finally rushed back to me. A jungle. I was in a jungle…
Monday, 28 October 2013
Was it me!? - By Kez
As I walked on the soft, warm sand ,I looked out and saw the electric blue ocean , people lying around soaking up the warm summer sun, I could hear the foamy waves crashing up against the sand. The seagulls squawking.
As I looked into the sparkling blue ocean I saw something shining.
As the person i am I just had to check it out…..
I slowly walked towards the foamy water, I was coming closer to the bright shining object, but it wasn't as big as i thought, It turned out to be a green bottle. Inside was a what seemed like a scrunched up piece of paper. I picked up the bottle, slowly turned the cork until i heard a ‘pop.’
As I slowly and carefully took out the piece of paper I unscrolled the letter.
I read through the message…..It was about a girl stranded on an island it was signed Holly Smith, 2015.
I dropped the letter I’m Holly Smith…
As I looked into the sparkling blue ocean I saw something shining.
As the person i am I just had to check it out…..
I slowly walked towards the foamy water, I was coming closer to the bright shining object, but it wasn't as big as i thought, It turned out to be a green bottle. Inside was a what seemed like a scrunched up piece of paper. I picked up the bottle, slowly turned the cork until i heard a ‘pop.’
As I slowly and carefully took out the piece of paper I unscrolled the letter.
I read through the message…..It was about a girl stranded on an island it was signed Holly Smith, 2015.
I dropped the letter I’m Holly Smith…
Saturday, 19 October 2013
Was It All Real? - By Lily
The sun beat down as I stared up at the clear, blue sky, The summer breeze danced through the flowers causing them to sway. I rolled around on the grass having the time of my life. As the end of the day drew near, the sunset covered the blue sky like a bright orange blanket. I had one last look at the field staring up at the trees while they whispered together. I ran swinging open the old creaking gate. The village was deserted, everyone inside savouring their warm and filling dinners.
I forced my door open and the fragrance of delicious food flew into my face flinging my soft jacket on the ground I lumbered into the kitchen where my mum was scrambling around getting our dinner ready.
“Hi sweetie” she chirped happily.
“Hey” I hastily answered as I rushed up to my bedroom. tossing myself onto my bed I lay still, resting my sleepy eyes until I heard the clink of the plates on the table. My stomach complained and grumbled in hunger. I walked down the stairs, my shoes squeaking every time I took a step. I sat comfortably in my seat and smacked my lips. The pot of hot bubbling soup sat before me, steam floating up and tapping the ceiling. I clutched the ladle, gripping a huge spoonful of soup and dumped it in my bowl, my mum smiling sweetly at my appetite. My lips beckoned the spoon as the soup slipped down my throat warming me up. The soup was all gone in minutes, seconds even. I slowly strolled up to my room and relaxed on my bed breathings in the nice cool scent of the tulip bunch my mum had laid in my room.
A little stream of sunlight emerged out of my curtains, relaxing gently on my face. I absorbed the warmth and My eyes drooped gradually and fell asleep...
I rouse suddenly with a crick in my neck. A bleak wall stares back at me.
I forced my door open and the fragrance of delicious food flew into my face flinging my soft jacket on the ground I lumbered into the kitchen where my mum was scrambling around getting our dinner ready.
“Hi sweetie” she chirped happily.
“Hey” I hastily answered as I rushed up to my bedroom. tossing myself onto my bed I lay still, resting my sleepy eyes until I heard the clink of the plates on the table. My stomach complained and grumbled in hunger. I walked down the stairs, my shoes squeaking every time I took a step. I sat comfortably in my seat and smacked my lips. The pot of hot bubbling soup sat before me, steam floating up and tapping the ceiling. I clutched the ladle, gripping a huge spoonful of soup and dumped it in my bowl, my mum smiling sweetly at my appetite. My lips beckoned the spoon as the soup slipped down my throat warming me up. The soup was all gone in minutes, seconds even. I slowly strolled up to my room and relaxed on my bed breathings in the nice cool scent of the tulip bunch my mum had laid in my room.
A little stream of sunlight emerged out of my curtains, relaxing gently on my face. I absorbed the warmth and My eyes drooped gradually and fell asleep...
I rouse suddenly with a crick in my neck. A bleak wall stares back at me.
Clicks of guns echo, reverberating off the walls.
Missiles spiral overhead.
Buildings crumble around me.
Air air raid siren sounds with an ear-splitting scream.
A tear formed in my bleary eye.
I wish I was back in the dream.
The End.
Missiles spiral overhead.
Buildings crumble around me.
Air air raid siren sounds with an ear-splitting scream.
A tear formed in my bleary eye.
I wish I was back in the dream.
The End.
The Beginning of the End. - By Maia
I slipped underneath my patched blankets, to shield myself from the loud buzzing of aeroplanes above.In the far distance I could hear the explosions of bombs. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to fall asleep and escape the sound.
My bedroom was pitch black, a cool breeze drifted through the cracks in the broken window. I wanted it all to end, the soldiers, the tanks, the airplane's, World war 2 in whole. I wanted it to be like it was before, before the war begun…
The next morning, was as usual. Everyone carried on, like life was as it used to be, even though they knew it wasn’t the same. Ever since the war begun, The radio is always switched on. That way, we are always informed of the latest news.
After breakfast, I chucked my rationed lunch into my backpack and headed off for school. Down the driveway, through the park and across the rich green meadow and through the school gates. I rush up to my classroom where I find, I’ve arrived right on time. I then wander over to my seat at the back of the classroom, next to Julianne. Except today, all that was next to me was an empty desk. It was very unusual for Julianne to miss class, she was always very keen on learning and School.Where is she? I wondered. I glanced over at the clock, checking how long it was Until Lunch Break. Only half an Hour left, I said to myself.
At Lunch break, I went over to speak to Lisa. I asked her “Where’s Julianne today?” Lisa replied with “Don’t you know? All the noise, going on last night? Well, One of the bombs’ hit her house and killed her whole family” As I was in shock, I walked away back to my desk where I spent the rest of Lunch Break.
Maybe it wasn’t safe here. Soon enough, with all the destruction, we would be forced to leave.
The final bell rang as I scooped up my bag into my arms. I wandered out of school grounds, and made my way back home. As I was walking up our long gravel driveway, I heard a great bang. In the far distance, I saw smoke arising and into the cool still air. Aeroplanes headed off in the opposite direction. I sprinted towards our house and Flung open the front door, to find that Mum and dad had already started packing. The car was loaded with boxes, bags and other various luggage. Our furniture remained in its usual place as if we intended to return. Mum ordered me to grab the few things I could before hopping into the car, I didn’t bother to ask why. We then sped off down the drive and towards the smoke as this was the only way out. Our car hobbled along the cracked and uneven road. I stared out the window, the footpaths were covered in rubble from the damaged buildings above. Light smoke floated in the air. What used to be our calm and quiet town, is now covered in rubble. We couldn't take our eyes off it. But we had to get out of here.
As we passed the sign that read ‘You are now leaving Chesterton’ I looked back trying to get one last glimpse of the town but all the luggage made it impossible. With no success, I slouched back down into my seat and prepared myself for a long journey.
My bedroom was pitch black, a cool breeze drifted through the cracks in the broken window. I wanted it all to end, the soldiers, the tanks, the airplane's, World war 2 in whole. I wanted it to be like it was before, before the war begun…
The next morning, was as usual. Everyone carried on, like life was as it used to be, even though they knew it wasn’t the same. Ever since the war begun, The radio is always switched on. That way, we are always informed of the latest news.
After breakfast, I chucked my rationed lunch into my backpack and headed off for school. Down the driveway, through the park and across the rich green meadow and through the school gates. I rush up to my classroom where I find, I’ve arrived right on time. I then wander over to my seat at the back of the classroom, next to Julianne. Except today, all that was next to me was an empty desk. It was very unusual for Julianne to miss class, she was always very keen on learning and School.Where is she? I wondered. I glanced over at the clock, checking how long it was Until Lunch Break. Only half an Hour left, I said to myself.
At Lunch break, I went over to speak to Lisa. I asked her “Where’s Julianne today?” Lisa replied with “Don’t you know? All the noise, going on last night? Well, One of the bombs’ hit her house and killed her whole family” As I was in shock, I walked away back to my desk where I spent the rest of Lunch Break.
Maybe it wasn’t safe here. Soon enough, with all the destruction, we would be forced to leave.
The final bell rang as I scooped up my bag into my arms. I wandered out of school grounds, and made my way back home. As I was walking up our long gravel driveway, I heard a great bang. In the far distance, I saw smoke arising and into the cool still air. Aeroplanes headed off in the opposite direction. I sprinted towards our house and Flung open the front door, to find that Mum and dad had already started packing. The car was loaded with boxes, bags and other various luggage. Our furniture remained in its usual place as if we intended to return. Mum ordered me to grab the few things I could before hopping into the car, I didn’t bother to ask why. We then sped off down the drive and towards the smoke as this was the only way out. Our car hobbled along the cracked and uneven road. I stared out the window, the footpaths were covered in rubble from the damaged buildings above. Light smoke floated in the air. What used to be our calm and quiet town, is now covered in rubble. We couldn't take our eyes off it. But we had to get out of here.
As we passed the sign that read ‘You are now leaving Chesterton’ I looked back trying to get one last glimpse of the town but all the luggage made it impossible. With no success, I slouched back down into my seat and prepared myself for a long journey.
Earth Ends - By Alice
I stared at the blinding colourful lights and my ears throbbed from the loud bass music, the ground began to shake and shiver.
Then we heard screams and crashes so we made our way to the lost and found, avoiding everyone. Seeing a kid crying, we picked it up and carried it outside to help find its parents. Suddenly a loud screech and a deep echoing voice came over the speakers “look for my son” Said the King.
We moved quickly to where the microphone stand was and saw the legendary king himself speaking. We moved to the front of the crowd and asked him if the kid were holding was his son. He said yes and made us jump up onto the stage and asked for our names, we said “Alice and Caitlin” we said. “Thank you for finding my son he replied. Now can you please help us to figure out what is happening?” “Sure we will help” we said. “Thank you my, aid will show you to your ship. It is big and luxurious, with a T.V. and screen phone so we can communicate!”.
As we walked down the shinning bright white echoing hallway with glowing red stripes I shivered as we noticed that the heaters had stopped working and that the lights were flickering. The ground began to shake violently again so we moved to the wall as a big dark gloomy hole appeared and the ground began to crumble away. Not wanting to be sucked into outer space we moved quickly down the hall, a ear blasting siren came on with flashing red lights and a computer voice said “A ship has left unexpectedly, please evacuate. A space vacuum has been formed!.”
We stopped running and looked for our ship. We stared at a big black hole which is where our ship was meant to be. We ran off ooking for a different ship which we could use. In a dark musty corner we found one.. We flicked the light switch. A white ship with green splodges and spider webs stood before us. We opened the door and a foul warm smell crept over us. “Have we enough time to clean it “ I asked? “ just put on the gas masks and start cleaning .We do not have long.” As soon as she finished her sentence a voice came over the speakers and started counting down. “We have 12 hours until the black hole takes earth, so we better hurry.” As we climbed in my flash new hi- tech jacket scraped on one of the walls and I asked if I could get changed but I got yelled at, “no there is too much to do. Suddenly the ground began shaking again and as we looked outside we saw that the space vacuum had become a giant big dark gaping hole in the wall. We had to go now but were unsure if we could fly this craft....
To be continued
Then we heard screams and crashes so we made our way to the lost and found, avoiding everyone. Seeing a kid crying, we picked it up and carried it outside to help find its parents. Suddenly a loud screech and a deep echoing voice came over the speakers “look for my son” Said the King.
We moved quickly to where the microphone stand was and saw the legendary king himself speaking. We moved to the front of the crowd and asked him if the kid were holding was his son. He said yes and made us jump up onto the stage and asked for our names, we said “Alice and Caitlin” we said. “Thank you for finding my son he replied. Now can you please help us to figure out what is happening?” “Sure we will help” we said. “Thank you my, aid will show you to your ship. It is big and luxurious, with a T.V. and screen phone so we can communicate!”.
As we walked down the shinning bright white echoing hallway with glowing red stripes I shivered as we noticed that the heaters had stopped working and that the lights were flickering. The ground began to shake violently again so we moved to the wall as a big dark gloomy hole appeared and the ground began to crumble away. Not wanting to be sucked into outer space we moved quickly down the hall, a ear blasting siren came on with flashing red lights and a computer voice said “A ship has left unexpectedly, please evacuate. A space vacuum has been formed!.”
We stopped running and looked for our ship. We stared at a big black hole which is where our ship was meant to be. We ran off ooking for a different ship which we could use. In a dark musty corner we found one.. We flicked the light switch. A white ship with green splodges and spider webs stood before us. We opened the door and a foul warm smell crept over us. “Have we enough time to clean it “ I asked? “ just put on the gas masks and start cleaning .We do not have long.” As soon as she finished her sentence a voice came over the speakers and started counting down. “We have 12 hours until the black hole takes earth, so we better hurry.” As we climbed in my flash new hi- tech jacket scraped on one of the walls and I asked if I could get changed but I got yelled at, “no there is too much to do. Suddenly the ground began shaking again and as we looked outside we saw that the space vacuum had become a giant big dark gaping hole in the wall. We had to go now but were unsure if we could fly this craft....
To be continued
24 By Sophie
The dark lane stretched out before me into the endless forest. My eyes strained to seek out the white path that snaked into the distance. I panicked. As I crept down the shadowy, strangely alive path I could see in the distance a shadow appearing and disappearing. As I got closer , I could hear the faint sounds of a little girl singing “ Ring a ring a Rosie a pocket full of . . . .” I decided this was a terrible place to be but there was no turning around.
Suddenly, slow steady breathing came from behind me. Black petals and dead music from a ghostly organ whispered a song I could recognise, a song of happiness and joy from a happy couple about to be.....
“no” As I was pushed to the ground my eyes stared into a gloomy, foggy mist, the cold ghostly figure streamed past my bulging, brown eyes. My body lifted as I rose from the ground, my pale white legs were covered in white sheets as if I was wearing a wedding dress. Now I could hear the orchestra sing a sweet note, I thought this was my time to be free but as I tried to move, my arm was grasped by a tattered man beside me. What was he doing here? I wondered.
The man he, he.
“Dad, Dad” Where am I .... BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.......... BEEP....
Once again the recurring dream appeared in my mind. That morning when I went to school the same number would appear, it seemed to be on each letter box it was the number 24. I thought to myself, does this number have something to do with my dream. I was so curious, the stress of my mind saying 24 24 24 24 24 and so on, Just made me want to find out, each day I would look up the number 24, all it said was two beloved people died. It was a mystery. So I decided to ask dad. “Dad Dad” “What happened on the 24th of August, no, June 1921”” Its a long story” sighed dad. Tell me Tell me Tell me.
Once upon a time your grandmother got married, she was a lovely woman but the day of her wedding the most tragic thing happened, Her beloved husband got kidnapped, so she went looking for him. When she found him he was hanging from a tree. She fell to the ground, her heart was pounding with rage, her mind was filled with sadness and couldn't live without him. She lay down on the forest floor and waited for her death. They were never seen again.
Suddenly, slow steady breathing came from behind me. Black petals and dead music from a ghostly organ whispered a song I could recognise, a song of happiness and joy from a happy couple about to be.....
“no” As I was pushed to the ground my eyes stared into a gloomy, foggy mist, the cold ghostly figure streamed past my bulging, brown eyes. My body lifted as I rose from the ground, my pale white legs were covered in white sheets as if I was wearing a wedding dress. Now I could hear the orchestra sing a sweet note, I thought this was my time to be free but as I tried to move, my arm was grasped by a tattered man beside me. What was he doing here? I wondered.
The man he, he.
“Dad, Dad” Where am I .... BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.......... BEEP....
Once again the recurring dream appeared in my mind. That morning when I went to school the same number would appear, it seemed to be on each letter box it was the number 24. I thought to myself, does this number have something to do with my dream. I was so curious, the stress of my mind saying 24 24 24 24 24 and so on, Just made me want to find out, each day I would look up the number 24, all it said was two beloved people died. It was a mystery. So I decided to ask dad. “Dad Dad” “What happened on the 24th of August, no, June 1921”” Its a long story” sighed dad. Tell me Tell me Tell me.
Once upon a time your grandmother got married, she was a lovely woman but the day of her wedding the most tragic thing happened, Her beloved husband got kidnapped, so she went looking for him. When she found him he was hanging from a tree. She fell to the ground, her heart was pounding with rage, her mind was filled with sadness and couldn't live without him. She lay down on the forest floor and waited for her death. They were never seen again.
I Can’t find it - By Jack
I sunk into the car seat while digging my hand into the empty chippie packet. I accelerated around road barrier and sawed across the bridge which sat floating above the lake.
The salty aroma of the sea dug its way into my nose. The sun’s heat penetrated through the car’s shield, burning the window. I look at a road sign: “Waikanae beach,20 KM”. That meant that I didn't have to wait that long until we got there.
The salty aroma of the sea dug its way into my nose. The sun’s heat penetrated through the car’s shield, burning the window. I look at a road sign: “Waikanae beach,20 KM”. That meant that I didn't have to wait that long until we got there.
I was almost dead from hunger. I rummage around for my phone. Ah! I find what I should have found in the first place, a biscuit, It is amazing that finding a biscuit feels like finding a gold bar. In a flash I opened the packet and scoffed it as quick as a rabbit eating a carrot.
A few minutes later, trees began to turn into shops and houses. Cars were parked everywhere .”We’re in Waikanae” I report to my mum.
The two speed limit signs were like soldiers standing there 24/7 ,guarding the town’s territory.
The town was overloaded with citizens enjoying the stunning, sparkling sun. As we drove closer, I caught a glimpse of the beach, the image gets bigger and bigger. We park at the car park and I'm off. I run towards the bay. The fresh scent of sausages invades my nose. Too bad, I'm too full to eat any more food.
Suddenly a loud echo aims towards me, Oh it’s my mum calling.”Jack, where did you put the biscuit”. Guilt spreads across my face and I go further down the beach to pretend that I didn't hear my mum.
THE END
A few minutes later, trees began to turn into shops and houses. Cars were parked everywhere .”We’re in Waikanae” I report to my mum.
The two speed limit signs were like soldiers standing there 24/7 ,guarding the town’s territory.
The town was overloaded with citizens enjoying the stunning, sparkling sun. As we drove closer, I caught a glimpse of the beach, the image gets bigger and bigger. We park at the car park and I'm off. I run towards the bay. The fresh scent of sausages invades my nose. Too bad, I'm too full to eat any more food.
Suddenly a loud echo aims towards me, Oh it’s my mum calling.”Jack, where did you put the biscuit”. Guilt spreads across my face and I go further down the beach to pretend that I didn't hear my mum.
THE END
Sunday, 29 September 2013
The New Land by Caitlin D
The clouds merge into shape, I spin into the light of the blinding sun. As
I look away i see lights of different colours flashing in the back of
my brain.I hear squeals of laughter. My feet slip across the lush green grass.
Bright flickering shadows emerge over the top of me as the balloon
dances onwards. Rainbows spring in the air. My hands snap back from the
trickling waterfall as a green slimy frog jumps out. The water floods
the undergrowth.
The ground rattles, I hear a rumbling in the distance. Twirling hurricanes
appear in the distance. The earth moves like a rollercoaster. I hear a
loud booming sound in the back of my head, I realise it is real even
though I am trying to imagining it . Spinning, swirling and rattling
back and forth, “take cover”. The ground crumbles before me, tiles whip
round me the last thing that I would expect is to find a new land for
myself.... But not for it to be destroyed in seconds.
People walking, heads slumped almost touching the ground. The atmosphere was depressing it was like a graveyard with
rickety gates. I’m trudging through the deep welche mud, tiles
scattered like a easter egg hunt. Tears sliding down my face marking it
with sorrow.
A bright light flashes like a shooting star. The trees and birds whisper
together making a humming sound. It goes black and the blue then white
and then all of a sudden my land appears, like somebody flashing a torch
in my face. I scream, no words could explain my emotions right now.
Only one thing I hadn’t been told about having a new land,....... it can never be destroyed......
Changing Luck? - By Niamh
His
day started badly. The rain was bucketing down, making his floppy hair
stick to his forehead. He missed his bus to school and he had only
walked half way when he realised he was squelching: there was a hole in
one of his trainers.
As
he bent down to check the damage, his luck suddenly changed. Sitting in
the gutter was an Iphone. Sheltering from the rain inside its grey
silicon case, camouflaging it into the street.
He
picked it up, wiped it against his school trousers and pressed it back
to life. So what if it was only 8 gigs; he wasn’t fussy.
His sock was still wet at lunch break, but it barely crossed his mind.
“So, who’s the guy that owned it?” Called his friend Jed from across the class.
“Girl.” he corrected, showing him the wallpaper of the girl and her friends.
“Check her Facebook” Jed suggested, kicking the ball up into his hands.
Still
logged in. Eva Sullivan. Goes to Kapiti College. It was only a twenty
minute walk away from his school. The smile dropped from his face. He
was beginning to feel guilty about what he’d done.
He
unzipped his blazer pocket and pulled out a pair of entangled
earphones, deciding to listen to some of Eva’s music to take his mind
off things; her play list wasn’t half bad, but strangely the lyrics were
repeating: “bring it back.”
Just a fault from being dropped in the rain, he thought wearily.
Enough
music for now, he thought, and decided to email his friend Braydon and
skite about his lucky find. But it wasn’t Braydon who replied:
‘Why are you using my iPhone, it doesn’t belong to you?’
The message had come from Eva Sullivan.
Enough
was enough. This was getting out of hand, and way too scary. The school
bell rang, snapping him back into reality. He was already in town so if
he ran to the police station, it wouldn’t take long. His feet carried
him as fast as they would go to the front step of the station, shoulders
aching from the weight of his backpack. There was no turning back now.
“Um, hi.” said the boy, clutching the phone to his waist.
“Hello young man.” “How can I help you today?” The police officer smiled, taking a sip of his coffee.
His lips pursed together, as he placed the phone on top of a stack of paperwork.
“I think someone’s missing this.” he said.
The officer shone another grin. “You did the right thing.”
He gave a slight nod, avoiding eye contact.
‘I
did the right thing.’ the boy thought to himself. He left the police
station smiling. Not noticing the large puddle and the holey trainer
that was about to step into.
It looked like his day was back on track.
Mirrors - By Sarah.
As I crept through the rusty metal gate, my blue sneakers dragged across
the hard stone path like a claw against a blackboard. Twinkling spider
webs crammed the edges of the concrete doorway. Sparkling like crystals
beyond the bright yellow rays of the enormous diamond moon.
The creek of the rusted door screeched open as I carefully sneaked into a gloomy
rooted world of filth and steel bars. Moss climbed up the dark stone
walls as dirty blue tiles curled into twisted branches of peeled rot.
The number of sharp bent nails wedged in the walls were endless. My
heart sank when I caught a glimpse of the wretched grey skull at my
feet. Hundreds of wriggling white maggots squirmed in and out of the
creepy carcass. I pushed myself forward trying to concentrate on my
ruthless mission. I stared up into the high ceiling. What once was a
great magnificent hall, is now a rotting ruin.
The uneven line of old bar windows speed past me. It was almost like the
terror of my mind had consumed me into seeing or feeling brutal things
that aren’t there. The hall stretched on. Splatters of rust melted on
the walls while the mist swirled around my trembling feet. An ear
piercing shriek of a jail door slowly shifted open. I kept going.
Dragging one foot after another until I reached the tiny battered door
at the end of the hall. I gently nudged it open. I lowered my head so I
could fit through. As I trudged inside, the disgusting stench of the
cell made my eyes tear up. After blinking fast. I saw him.
There he was. Slumped into the dusty leather chair. His face scared like he
been hugging a cactus. His bushy grey hair swayed in front of his face
like a vine. A half-eaten sandwich lay still on his lap. He wore a dark
red uniform smothered in cobwebs and dust, A small fez that was six
sizes too small for him, and a dented name tag with faded words on it. on
it. His face was square and motionless. His eyes were flickering on and
off as he let out long, grunting snores that echoed around the cell
room. He was virtually transparent.
“Excuse me sir…” I mumbled. He didn’t move. I looked around awkwardly. “He he hello?” I started to stutter. He didn’t even twitch. My mind jumped around like a wild pony trying to think of something to say. That's when I saw it. The haunting sight of the mirror behind him. The chairs reflection was there. But he wasn’t. I backed away slowly realising how extreme it was. My heart sank as I sprinted down the hall back to the exit. I didn’t stop. I kept going. Couldn’t stop. Kept going...
The Haunted Mansion - By Emma
Paige’s hood drooped over her face as the rain poured down like a hurricane.
She moved slowly onwards up the track. Her small, frozen hand clutched
her suitcase she was pulling behind her. She trudged through the mud,
through the bushes and through a small forest. Paige followed the track
for hours and hours, then the night began to fall upon her. In the
distance she could see a large, old mansion. Hoping that the wicked old
man kept his promise that her little siblings were being held there.
That old man must be there, but if he had not kept his promise she had been
walking for days and days searching for nothing, Paige thought strangely
to herself as her fingers felt the door bell. She suddenly stopped in
her steps as she saw a flickering light from one of the windows. At
first she thought it was a t.v slowly showing the pictures but then she
changed her mind considering how far out in the countryside that this
house was. But she was as cold and wet as an iceberg so she finally gave
up and rang the doorbell, hoping for 5 children to answer…
The Invasion - By Matthew
The vegetables began to climb out of the chunky brown dirt, as the sun rose
to a stone cold summer morning. Silence has continued to litter the
quiet morning of the village.
The people wore ragged, holed, cream-coloured shirts with a simple dark coloured pants while the rich wore grand tuxedos or beautiful blue blouses.
The villager's crops were scattered around and there was always only just enough food for the villagers to survive through the everlasting war from the rival kingdoms.
They lived in moldly old houses with only just enough shelter to protect the families from the upcoming winter. In winter the wells would freeze barricading the precious water within, Crops wouldn’t grow they would cower in the dirt till the hard weather would leave and wolves will kill their livestock. They decide to only stock up now. Only to protect them for the hardships to come. The village was surrounded by large hills with a stream nearby.
Ethan was tired during the morning, as he ripped the vegetables out of the farmland awakening the roots only to see their limited time of light, he did this for the sake of his family, other families and for the sake of the village. He pulled out the lettuces with that feeling of his bare mucky feet sludging in the ground. At the pre-war times his father used to teach him combat moves with swords, bows and teaching him to hunt in case something would happen, before he left to join the war.
Because men in the village were sent to the war by orders of the king. Anyone who disobeyed were executed or sent to war anyway. Ethan watched the children dragging the carts loaded with food to sell to the military officials within the city that was their only way of collecting valuable money to get other resources like pots, clothes, firewood and meat. ‘’Ethan ‘’! Said his mother ‘’Get more out quickly’’! Ethan groaned as he continued plucking the crop food Why? Ethan thought Why do we have to have a war now I could have my dad playing with me but no I have to pluck these vegetables to just survive!
An unannounced arm of darkness rose within the sky. Hey isn’t it that smoke from a neighboring village? Ethan thought. People then ran into their houses as an adrenaline of fear spread like the plague. The doors slammed themselves in fear as Ethan watched the smoke continued to spread across the sky. When he heard a sound. A sound of thumping in the distance, the cries and shouting of men, the blood red banners flapping in the the sky. Chills shot high up Ethan’s spine draining the colour of his face. The sound grew higher and soon enough the army was within sight ready to kill, plunder and dominate with it’s almighty strength as they arose and ran towards the cowering village. And Ethan was right in the middle of it.
Wednesday, 10 July 2013
Epic Citadel - By Robbie
I was on a street looking at the ghostly castle with dusty flags that no longer gave any men courage and had no power. The gate looked so weak it could be knocked down by just one soldier with bare hands! Opposite of it was a beautiful tree in the cool breeze and the wood was perfect: No damage, no insects, a family of birds that I recognised as robbins. Unlike that cart over to the left: Damaged, wet in the wheels, rotting, splinters
I went to the church, clumsily and thought I could hear the voice of the lord! There was a big stone statue at the end of the room praying with a hood over his head with some blue on his robe. I creep out silently so I didn't disturb the Lord. And then I could smell a glorious smell of food coming from a ugly looking house but I walked slowly on. I looked up at the grey clouds that were fluffy beds today. And When I went down to the grassy place the grass looked as sharp as knives!
I went to the church, clumsily and thought I could hear the voice of the lord! There was a big stone statue at the end of the room praying with a hood over his head with some blue on his robe. I creep out silently so I didn't disturb the Lord. And then I could smell a glorious smell of food coming from a ugly looking house but I walked slowly on. I looked up at the grey clouds that were fluffy beds today. And When I went down to the grassy place the grass looked as sharp as knives!
The Citadel - By Matthew
I walk in silence. The houses and the paths follow me changing their directions and decorations. Windows were sealed shut. No smell lingered anywhere. I continued walking as I feel the cracked, mossy stone bricks draping across my feet. Fear, emptiness and depression merged together and formed in me like like bitterness in a rotten apple.
I see the large church and the proud castle. The winds sprints past me. The adrenalin rises within me. My mouth is stone dry. I then trip and collapse on the path. I calmly rose, with streaks of aching pain. I slowly strolled to the food cart reaching for an apple biting it and tasting it’s sweet juice while some of it also dribbled down my chin tasting it’s perfection.A hand touches my shoulder. I turn.
Citadel - By Kate
The sun finally disappeared behind the rugged hills, like a golden eye shutting, and darkness fell over the city. The familiar calls of “CURFEW” rang through the cluttered streets and alleyways as clear as a bell and soon no one was to be seen in the medieval village.
I crept stealthily, picking my way across the crooked path. The moon was full and cast a white and grey illumination. The grimy brick walls were a dentist’s nightmare- almost as bad as the men’s teeth that worked there, and were full of decay and dirt. They were the victims of all the vile dust and dirt that blew through the narrow streets. The crooked paths ensnared villagers daily and they always presented a laborious challenge if you weren’t careful.
Throughout the town the wind whistled, tugging on the flags as it flew by. Amid the winds song was the sound of prehistoric wind chimes tinkling and in the distance was a slightly muted waterfall pounding into the conquered ground.
I scanned the court-yard carefully before darting, as fast as a hawk, across the leaf-littered cobblestone floor. The backstreets had a horse hay aroma but the courtyard had a fragrance of dying leaves and a musty smell you usually inhale around old soil. A small tree posed in the centre of the courtyard and when I flew past it waved goodbye.
Adjacent to the courtyard was an eerie tunnel which I crept through cautiously, as alert as a possum caught in a headlight. The stone tunnel was damp and water dripped from the charcoal ceiling. As I ran my hands along the clammy walls I could feel every bump in the rough stone and occasionally a mossy vine creeping up the wall almost as slyly as me.
The end of the tunnel brought me to the open and I inhaled fresh air, relief in my breath. As I bounded exhilaratingly down the uneven steps my arms lifted slightly like a bird ready to fly. My heart was pumping loudly at the thrill of being free and the sound of its beating filled my ears, but I did not escape to the exposed graveyard for freedom.
I strolled through the graveyard as purposefully as an eagle out to hunt, and I arrived at the gravestone within seconds. My hand burrowed into my cloak and withdrew a scarlet rose. I carefully laid it down at the base of the grave. A single tear rolled down my cheek.
I crept stealthily, picking my way across the crooked path. The moon was full and cast a white and grey illumination. The grimy brick walls were a dentist’s nightmare- almost as bad as the men’s teeth that worked there, and were full of decay and dirt. They were the victims of all the vile dust and dirt that blew through the narrow streets. The crooked paths ensnared villagers daily and they always presented a laborious challenge if you weren’t careful.
Throughout the town the wind whistled, tugging on the flags as it flew by. Amid the winds song was the sound of prehistoric wind chimes tinkling and in the distance was a slightly muted waterfall pounding into the conquered ground.
I scanned the court-yard carefully before darting, as fast as a hawk, across the leaf-littered cobblestone floor. The backstreets had a horse hay aroma but the courtyard had a fragrance of dying leaves and a musty smell you usually inhale around old soil. A small tree posed in the centre of the courtyard and when I flew past it waved goodbye.
Adjacent to the courtyard was an eerie tunnel which I crept through cautiously, as alert as a possum caught in a headlight. The stone tunnel was damp and water dripped from the charcoal ceiling. As I ran my hands along the clammy walls I could feel every bump in the rough stone and occasionally a mossy vine creeping up the wall almost as slyly as me.
The end of the tunnel brought me to the open and I inhaled fresh air, relief in my breath. As I bounded exhilaratingly down the uneven steps my arms lifted slightly like a bird ready to fly. My heart was pumping loudly at the thrill of being free and the sound of its beating filled my ears, but I did not escape to the exposed graveyard for freedom.
I strolled through the graveyard as purposefully as an eagle out to hunt, and I arrived at the gravestone within seconds. My hand burrowed into my cloak and withdrew a scarlet rose. I carefully laid it down at the base of the grave. A single tear rolled down my cheek.
Epic Citadel -By Emma
As the night time drew in, The lonely scent of baking bread came to an end. As all the lights blew out one by one, the once lively street turned into a dark, creepy passageway. As I carefully stepped over the mossy rocks, the shadows slowly gloomed over head. The last sound of the beautiful birds was heard, and then the darkness fell in.
The shivering cold wind of winter started to blow. A warm glow of fire could be seen in the distance. The darkness took over me as I fell down onto the rough, stone pathway...
The shivering cold wind of winter started to blow. A warm glow of fire could be seen in the distance. The darkness took over me as I fell down onto the rough, stone pathway...
Epic Citadel - By Cam
As I walked down the dark alley I could see a road. I went to go see what it led to. As I walked on the road I could see this tremendous castle and the sun beaming off it.
I went to see the castle from up close and see if I could go in it. When I got to the castle I looked around for any open doors but there wasn't any doors open. I could hear birds chirping above me I could hear a strange sound I could hear it was a bird crying from the distance.
As I try to go find the local church I walk down a path way I could taste something strange it tasted like sawdust from the wooden chapel.
As I try to go find the local church I walk down a path way I could taste something strange it tasted like sawdust from the wooden chapel.
Epic Citadel - Ben
I stumbled down the dusty cobblestone path, it was lying untouched, waiting for the dust to be disturbed. The freshly cut grass tingled in my nose, refusing to leave me alone, the slight gust of wind brought the spotty orange autumn leaves floating towards the cracked and mossy cobblestone before landing gracefully to a standstill. The lush green vines creeping down the the crumbling castle wall made a eery feeling in the small passageway. In the distance I could hear the soft ‘Baaring’ of the sheep grazing on the nearby mountains.
The Storm clouds almost turned into reverse revealing the hidden sun warming my fair skin. I tasted the sweet air that lingered in my mouth it was vaguely like candy floss dancing on the minuscule taste buds hugging close to my tongue. The hairs on my arm suddenly stood up straight and I got the feeling I was being watched by someone. I looked around glancing at all the buildings and alleys looking for someone or something hiding in the gloom of the houses.
The Storm clouds almost turned into reverse revealing the hidden sun warming my fair skin. I tasted the sweet air that lingered in my mouth it was vaguely like candy floss dancing on the minuscule taste buds hugging close to my tongue. The hairs on my arm suddenly stood up straight and I got the feeling I was being watched by someone. I looked around glancing at all the buildings and alleys looking for someone or something hiding in the gloom of the houses.
The Epic Castle - William
The ancient cobblestone road was deserted as I trotted past boarded up shops and rotting markets. I looked ahead of me and I could see a dark damp creepy passage with vines crawling up the walls of it. The moss in each crack and dip in the road made the road more and more slippery as I trotted along carefully watching out for anything suspicious. I could feel the icy wind brush past my tired body.
I could still hear the screeches of the crows nesting in the top of the old house as they tried to keep their babies warm from the cold wind that swept past the castle.
I reached the passage and I could feel the danger of the passage below. I touched the walls of the passage it was damp,cold and the moss inside the cracks was falling of the walls as I got further into the passage. The dim light guided me along the damp passage as it got darker and darker. the creepy passage came to an end I headed back through the huge creepy maze out to find the sun gleaming into the abandoned stone city.
The wind had got warmer and the trees were swaying in the gentle wind as a bright red leaf fell to the ground and the crows were now scouting the castle.
I could still hear the screeches of the crows nesting in the top of the old house as they tried to keep their babies warm from the cold wind that swept past the castle.
I reached the passage and I could feel the danger of the passage below. I touched the walls of the passage it was damp,cold and the moss inside the cracks was falling of the walls as I got further into the passage. The dim light guided me along the damp passage as it got darker and darker. the creepy passage came to an end I headed back through the huge creepy maze out to find the sun gleaming into the abandoned stone city.
The wind had got warmer and the trees were swaying in the gentle wind as a bright red leaf fell to the ground and the crows were now scouting the castle.
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
Epic Citadel - By Saumya
I walked carelessly, knowing that there was no one here to hear me.The odd lopsided cobblestone bricks made my feet sore. Silence had ruled the Citadel. I studied the ground. Footprints covered the ground. Some getting out of the Citadel some suddenly disappearing. I could tell this was recently as the footprints were extremely visible. A light southern breeze was gradually turning into a storm as the clouds got darker and darker. The Citadel would have been most amazingly rich if moss was gold. As I walked deeper into the Citadel the moss started conquering the ground. It was clambering places I never thought possible.
I started having doubts. How do I know that this place was completely relinquished? If it wasn’t then most likely it would be the cause that is staying here. What terror could possibly have driven this many people out of a Citadel. Sweat was pouring down my face like a light waterfall. Suddenly I was a lot more careful. I stealthily crept through the pathways. CREEEK. A shiver ran down my spine and at the same time I jumped backwards. I constrained myself to look at the gate. Then I saw what I feared to see a..
I started having doubts. How do I know that this place was completely relinquished? If it wasn’t then most likely it would be the cause that is staying here. What terror could possibly have driven this many people out of a Citadel. Sweat was pouring down my face like a light waterfall. Suddenly I was a lot more careful. I stealthily crept through the pathways. CREEEK. A shiver ran down my spine and at the same time I jumped backwards. I constrained myself to look at the gate. Then I saw what I feared to see a..
Stone City - By Sarah
I stood in amazement as the golden sun set in the thunder dark sky while the black starry night reached over the stone carved city.The last call of the birds was heard and the screams of hawks pierced my ears while they gracefully glide in circles over the highest cobblestone tower where the last drops of sunlight lay.
The air danced in the gentle mist as a nearby autumn tree swayed in the soft wind. A bright orange leaf fell like a feather dashing to the ground. Green moss climbed up the roots of the tree as it moved harshly in the now strong but lush wind.
I crept slowly toward the stone brick castle as my shadow sneaked carefully behind me. My frozen feet skid against the curved twisted path. A low lit fire next to the buildings warmed my body but I was still as frightened as a frog in france. My heart skipped a beat as I wandered into a long dark hallway. Everything turned pitch black.
The air danced in the gentle mist as a nearby autumn tree swayed in the soft wind. A bright orange leaf fell like a feather dashing to the ground. Green moss climbed up the roots of the tree as it moved harshly in the now strong but lush wind.
I crept slowly toward the stone brick castle as my shadow sneaked carefully behind me. My frozen feet skid against the curved twisted path. A low lit fire next to the buildings warmed my body but I was still as frightened as a frog in france. My heart skipped a beat as I wandered into a long dark hallway. Everything turned pitch black.
Epic Citadel - By Niamh
I dragged my feet along the dry dusty street, staring at the cluttered gardens. Weeds stretched through the smallest gaps in between the pebbles.
I still wandered aimlessly, the cobblestone path seemed to be growing longer the more I walked. There was no wind and an eerie silence fell over the medieval village. A soft glow cast shadows to the ground. The only noise was the crushing sound of my footsteps.
The chilling atmosphere sent a shiver up my back and a lantern flickered in the dark tunnel in front of me. The cry of a bird startled me, forcing me back into reality.A faint smell of smoke filled the icy air. The humming of cicadas was reminding me of an electric fence. What was in front of me was a charcoal crumbling castle the colour worn with age. The waterfall at the bottom of the cliff was unkempt and mossy rocks engraved the banks. My eyes were drawn towards the last beam of sunlight hovering over the old castle tower, showing me this long day was coming to an end.
I still wandered aimlessly, the cobblestone path seemed to be growing longer the more I walked. There was no wind and an eerie silence fell over the medieval village. A soft glow cast shadows to the ground. The only noise was the crushing sound of my footsteps.
The chilling atmosphere sent a shiver up my back and a lantern flickered in the dark tunnel in front of me. The cry of a bird startled me, forcing me back into reality.A faint smell of smoke filled the icy air. The humming of cicadas was reminding me of an electric fence. What was in front of me was a charcoal crumbling castle the colour worn with age. The waterfall at the bottom of the cliff was unkempt and mossy rocks engraved the banks. My eyes were drawn towards the last beam of sunlight hovering over the old castle tower, showing me this long day was coming to an end.
Epic - By Maia
I wandered down the dark and gloomy alleyway behind the local restaurant. The stench of week old onions and mushrooms lingered in the air. I quickened my pace as I was eager to escape the smell. A few minutes later I reached the end of the alleyway, and I was now in the open air. Up ahead I could see a Tall and narrow tunnel. I carried on walking towards the entrance.
I begun walking through the cobblestone tunnel, I put my arms out, running my hands along the mossy walls, my fingers feeling every groove and bump in the stone. It wasn’t a very long tunnel, within about 1 minute I had already reached the other side.
My feet hit the hard, ground surface, with every step.It was so quiet and lonely, that the sound echoed throughtout the town. I walked past all the abandoned stalls and houses. Then I walked up over a bridge where I saw a castle a few meters ahead. The ground was as dusty and dirty as the attic back home. To the right of the castle was a small waterfall that trickled down the rocks beneath it, as if it were dancing. I could hear the water from where I was standing a few metres away, the quiet splashes calmed me.
I begun walking through the cobblestone tunnel, I put my arms out, running my hands along the mossy walls, my fingers feeling every groove and bump in the stone. It wasn’t a very long tunnel, within about 1 minute I had already reached the other side.
My feet hit the hard, ground surface, with every step.It was so quiet and lonely, that the sound echoed throughtout the town. I walked past all the abandoned stalls and houses. Then I walked up over a bridge where I saw a castle a few meters ahead. The ground was as dusty and dirty as the attic back home. To the right of the castle was a small waterfall that trickled down the rocks beneath it, as if it were dancing. I could hear the water from where I was standing a few metres away, the quiet splashes calmed me.
Shortly after, I found myself staring into the distance. Trying to spot all the sheep on the green hills. I look down and see the blue river below,
Epic Citadel - By Logan
It was early morning the lights were flickering and the owls were hooting. As it got lighter it became easier to see where I was going. My feet were aching it felt like I had been walking on fire.
Descriptive writing - By Hope
The sound of my footsteps echoed along the abandoned cobblestoned lane. I felt the dark gloom of creeping shadows upon me sending shivers down my spine. A chilled wind danced around me whispering past my ears. The fog was as thick as a duvet surrounding me. blinding me.
I kept tripping over the occasional unturned cobblestone as the fog limited my eyesight. Creek, Creek, Creek went an old wooden door hanging of its rusty hinges, swaying in the wind. The strong smell of decay blocked my nose. Filling my mouth with a taste as sour as lemons.
A dim light in the distance caught my eye. I wearily walked towards it.
Epic Citadel - By Jack
Ahh my throat couldn't take it anymore.It was a drought ,but just in my throat. I hurried down to the nearby river to drink some water.I tiredly scoop the water up with my hand .The water flowed down my throat like a firefighter fighting the fire. Ahh that was much more refreshing.
I examined the old barren unkept cobblestone road.The falling leaves were covering the brick like a blanket.sunlight was blocked by the tall buildings.The dim light was fighting its way through the morning darkness.
The clean clothes were swaying non-stop like a pendulum.
The refreshing wind was blowing like a fan on a hot day.I really needed some water to drink ,but just not yet. I heard nothing apart from the birds chirping .I stumble around the dark corner,having a creepy feeling because of the unusual quietness.Could somebody be around the corner...no.I leaned on the course cobblestone wall in pain as if I had failed.I haven't given up just yet.
I examined the old barren unkept cobblestone road.The falling leaves were covering the brick like a blanket.sunlight was blocked by the tall buildings.The dim light was fighting its way through the morning darkness.
The clean clothes were swaying non-stop like a pendulum.
The refreshing wind was blowing like a fan on a hot day.I really needed some water to drink ,but just not yet. I heard nothing apart from the birds chirping .I stumble around the dark corner,having a creepy feeling because of the unusual quietness.Could somebody be around the corner...no.I leaned on the course cobblestone wall in pain as if I had failed.I haven't given up just yet.
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