Tuesday, 7 July 2015
Wednesday, 1 July 2015
PLANE DISASTER (Writen by Bree)
PLANE DISASTER!
One day there was
a girl with brown shiny hair and a beautiful pale face and a red long dress who
was going to New York for a holiday. She had packed her bags and she was off.
When she got to the airport she waited for her plane. When her plane arrived
she was off, but when the plane lifted off it made a weird noise and then she
was in the air. After a couple minutes the plane was falling! There was a lot
of screaming then ‘BOOM!’ the plane was down. She crawled out of her seat and
found she was on an island in the middle of nowhere! But the worse thing of all
was she was the only one! She slowly worked her way through the forest.
CHAPTER 1
I was walking down the street and I spotted a house with
broken windows an old rusty roof, and old creaky stairs that lead to the door.
The curtains were blowing out the windows!
I try to open the gate and it makes a loud thud.
I walk down the path it has weeds growing out of it. They
make a loud crunch as I walk on them. I walk closer and I smell some burning
but I can't make out what it was. It was a dead body!
CHAPTER
2
I slowly turn the doorknob I feel scared and sick or like I
am going to throw up. I slowly open it the door to see a red headed figure with
the red beady eyes that stare into your soul and a black cloak. I try to look
away but I can’t. He grabs me by the arm with his old wrinkled hand and drags
me into the house! I wake up on an old red couch with red seams coming out of
it. Next to it there is a big old fireplace that looks like it hasn’t been lit
for years. I look around for a way out but then I hear footsteps coming towards
me. I jump back onto the couch and try to fake being passed out. I hear the door slowly creaking
open someone slowly walks into the room and rummages around the room then they
slowly walk up to the couch where I am faking being passed out. He puts his
cold old hand on my arm and pulls hard. I find it hard to fake being passed out
and I make a loud scream. Then he slowly pulls me up and lies me on a the
couch. He grabs a knife and walks up to me. I try to move but I can't he pulls
me down and holds it over me. I try to grab it but I can't and then the next
thing I am dead!
And now I haunt him for the rest of my life.
Labels:
Bree,
narrative writing
THE HOUSE (Written by Violet)
THE HOUSE Written by Violet
The house is red and white with tall towers
that curled over at the top. There is a Tall happy man at the gate! He goes up
to me and said “Hello would you like to come in” and I said “OK”
But then He said “The Gate does not open
fast”. He went away. Then I opened it.
The path is cool, I can feel flower’s on the
pathway and I felt sad and sick. I touched one of the flower’s and they hurt
and they made blood came out!!!
I smell blood in the air and I do not like it
and then I stopped and I saw a dead body!
Chapter 2
I open
the door and I felt sick and sad but then I passed out. ‘BANG!’
I woke up on the hard strong floor and I saw a
girl that had a polar bear suit black eyes and bunny slippers!!
She is going to the island because she is
working on a case (she is a spy) Here is her diary.
13.3.15
“Why you are a very kind man” I said
with a smile. OH I am a Girl how love’s school is a spy and is always happy. my
name is Rose. Rose Clapham and I am 19. I am on a case. This is my diary you
are reading. What I was saying at the top is I am getting on my first class
boat.
I am in the spy
organisation boat and it sure it is a first class boat. I got asked if I could
have a glass of wine and I said “ok” and then I got it and it was good.
When It was half time I got my purse out
and put on my violet lipstick but I put
too much on. I screamed because In a tree there was the murder guy. He ran away
because he had my cat. The next day he was still running. But I was still
running and at 7:OOpm at night and I got him because he passed out. I took him
to the police station and they took him to court!
The next day I found out that he was my
dad! Then we were happy. But I am still a spy!!!
THE END
Labels:
narrative writing,
Violet
THE ISLAND (Written by Prudence )
THE ISLAND Written
by Prudence
One lovely
summer day, a young pretty lady with blonde hair, blue eyes and red lips was on
a jet in first class and her name is Lady Penelope. She was going to an island
for a holiday because she needed a break from solving crimes as a detective.
Penelope was enjoying her ride in first class because she got to watch movies
and she got lots of free food and free drinks.
20 minutes
later the jet finally landed at their location, Lady Penelope was very excited
to have a break from solving mysteries. She got out of the jet and got her
luggage (that she could carry) to the resort on the island and asked the strong
bloke behind the reception desk for her room key. When she got to her room she
unlocked the door and dropped all her luggage in the doorway and looked around
and she said with a lovely sweet voice “This is a lovely room, also very
sunny.”
After Lady
Penelope finished unpacking it was time for dinner so she went to the Lone Star
across the road from the resort to have dinner, and she ordered Barney’s Ribs
and lemonade as the drink. Finally she finished her meal and she strutted up to
the counter to pay for her meal. After that she drove back to the resort in a
taxi because it was getting late and she was quite tired.
It was morning
and it was very sunny outside so she decided that she should go for a stroll in
the afternoon because she needs some air to get flowing through her lungs.
After breakfast she went to play some mini golf and after that she watched a
long movie and once the movie finished it was the afternoon and Penelope said “
Well I suppose that I should get moving, because I was going to have a stroll
at this time so I should get a move on.” So Lady Penelope got in the suitable
clothes on for the stroll and strolled onto the footpath in front of the resort
and started her stroll.
Once she was strolling
along she saw an old, grey house with broken window panes and the, weather
boards on the house were falling off. The grass was brown and tall, it looked
like no one has lived in there for years!
She walked up
to the gate and the gate was stuck so, she pushed and pushed and eventually the
gate opened with a creak as though it hasn’t been oiled in a long time.
She started to
cautiously walk up the long gravel path to the house and she suddenly tripped
over a long piece of grass and she grazed her knee and the gravel really hurt
Penelope. So she got up again and as she walked along Penelope touched the
grass and it felt very dry.
As she got
closer to the house she could smell something strange in the air, it smelt like
a fire. Lady Penelope wondered why she could smell a fire because there is no
one living here. Or is there?
She went to
twist the doorknob and she felt very nervous because she didn’t like the look
of the house and something might jump out and scare her. The doorknob felt old
and rusty.
Penelope opened
the door and she saw a… short, grey, pale old man. With a very small voice he
said “ Come my dear, I have dinner cooking and funny enough I have made dinner
for two!” Penelope said sure but obviously she wouldn’t eat food from a creepy
old man she didn’t even know. She strolled into the old mans house and sat down
on the couch in the living room. Lady Penelope heard a big crunch, she lifted
up the cushion and there was a fully grown adult skeleton and suddenly the old
man came and stared at Penelope and quickly she put the cushion back to where
it was.
“So what is
your name?” The old man asked. Penelope said “Do you need to know?” The old man
said.” Oh sorry, I just wanted to know. ( he sniffed) Oh that smells like
dinner is ready. I’ll go get it.” Penelope looked around and saw that there was
a fireplace and she thought to herself “So that is why I could smell fire.”
Then Penelope carried on and looked around, eventually she got to the kitchen
where the old man was getting the dinner but strangely he wasn’t in there so
she nervously climbed upstairs to see if he was up there. As she was climbing
up the staircase she could smell blood and then she looked at the walls and she
saw blood dripping out from the ceiling.
Now Penelope
got very scared.
Labels:
narrative writing,
Prudence
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