Robartes Junior School

"My All-Time Favourite Roald Dahl Novels" By Brandon H, Age 11

2009-09-01T17:16:00.004+01:00

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My All-Time Favourite Roald Dahl Novels

THE TOP TEN

1.) The Witches

2.) James And The Giant Peach

3.) Revolting Rhymes

4.) Charlie And The Chocolate Factory

5.) The BFG

6.) Danny: Champion Of The World

7.) Boy: Tales Of Childhood

8.) The Twits

9.) The Giraffe, The Pelican And Me

10.) The Enormous Crocodile

By Brandon H, Age 11

(Brandon is about to start Bodmin College, so follow his writing on the Bodmin College page from now on!)

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"Trap Door: Part 2" By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

2009-08-01T15:00:00.003+01:00

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Trap Door: Part 2

She trekked across the linoleum tiles of the kitchen floor to the other side of the room, and pulled with all her might to get the key drawer open.

She rummaged through, finding only brass, silver and copper keys, all modern and metal. Where could it be? thought Kitty. Surely Mum didn’t hide it?

Then, out of the corner of her eye, Kitty saw a black flash of colour on the windowsill. She knew instantly what it was.

She jumped up onto the countertop and snatched the large rusty key off of the sill and bounded back over to the Trap Door.

She put the key in to the lock and twisted it. A loud creak was heard and some cogs were heard turning behind the door.

Kitty grasped the handle and pulled. The door opened into a passageway that was glowing purples, whites, blacks and blues. Little stars pinpricked the vast dimension and ghost voices echoed and bounced off of the walls.

There was then another door in front of her. This opened to another and another and another… and so on. the last door was just okay for Kitty to go through, and she hugely anticipated what she’d see when she entered.

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The last door opened onto a checkered hallway, and, as Kitty ambled through, she sensed that is was not empty. Voices whispered, No! Don’t go, Miss! Think of your peril!

Kitty ignored the voices and carried on. A house — just like hers — was in plain view in front of her. And so were a lot of things there.

There was next door’s cat, a ginger Tomcat with a plastered tail and one eye a smidgen bigger than the other (but so cute). There was the twisted yew tree (if you ate its berries you would die from poisoning). She could see the many flats above hers. And the crazy old Puppy Man (rest assured that if you offended him he would throw one of his many puppies at you. And, if you were kind, he’d give you a puppy free)!

There was a lovely smell drifting from the Other Kitchen. She got onto her feet again and strolled towards the Other House in the Other World.

In the Other Kitchen, a lanky man, with bags under his eyes and a long La Roux-like hairstyle gone wrong. Obviously it was her Other Dad.

“Hello, Kitty,” he leered “We’ve been expecting you.”
“Erm…hello.” Kitty said.
“Hello, Kitty,” came a voice from the Other Lounge. “It is lovely to finally have you here.”

Kitty stared as her Other Mum smiled a smile with her rows of too white, too long, too pointy teeth.

Kitty wondered where she was. She wondered what she thought was strange about her Other Parents. She looked ever so closely at them both, and suddenly realized.

Their eyes were made of black glass.

“Erm…what’s cooking?”
“There’s raspberry, loganberry, strawberry and blueberry pavlova in the oven. Back bacon and chips cooking in the grill. And in the other oven over there, is my famous Honey-Glazed Chicken with Sage and Onion stuffing. Cranberry sauce is in the saucepan.”

That’s a very interesting menu Kitty thought. Chicken and bacon?

“Sounds…lovely.”

And so it was. Even better than her Real Father’s home cooking. Much, much better. The bacon was used as the starter, and it was thin, crispy, smoky and delicious.

The chicken was the main course. Kitty could feel the honey melting slowly in her mouth, and the chicken was so succulent…

And Kitty’s favourite part: the berry pavlova. The biscuit base and meringue pattern around the edge combined brilliantly. The berries very slowly glided down her throat.

All in all, the dinner was the best food she’d ever had in her whole life. She yearned for seconds but thought it too rude to ask.

By Brandon H
Age 11
Class 6KR

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"A Tribute to Michael Jackson" by Georgia B, Age 11, Class 6KR

2009-07-17T12:19:00.006+01:00

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A Tribute to Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson. To a few of us, he was a dad. To others, he was a beloved son, but to perhaps the rest of us, he was a king. The king of pop to be exact. So maybe that's why the whole world was devastated when the news of his passing was spread. Some cried for three days, others acted really odd (like my mum), but others decided that some of these things happen and you've got to learn to get on with life, but they didn't.

His long list of hits like Thriller, Billie Jean, and Bad suddenly shot to the top of the most downloaded and most played lists. Maybe because everyone wanted to listen to his voice. and maybe because they wanted to remember his great music. He also made a sort of film called Michael Jackson: moonwalker. A "pop music phenomenon Michael Jackson's fantasy world is brought to life, completing the show-stopping dance routines and eye-popping special effects." Its odd at the start but gradually turns in to a humour, adventure, and thrilling film. So as I bring my tribute to an end, I want to say this one thing:
Michael Jackson
R.I.P
1958-2009

By Georgia B
Age 11
Class 6KR

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"Jacko: The One and Only King of Pop" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

2009-07-03T11:27:00.002+01:00

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Jacko: The One and Only King of Pop
A Tribute

Everyone loved Michael Jackson. Yeah, sure, he had done a few boisterous, illegal things, but we loved him and his music will live forever.

In LA, and the rest of the USA heard the shocking news, they were eating their lunch at about twelve and two o’clock. We in the UK, however, went to bed with the information.

He has inspired many, many, many people in his time. From Lady GaGa to Lily Allen; his talent will be brought to us by them, but they will never replace him.

He was the one and only King of Pop, and his one white glove look, and his signature dance moves will be tossed around on the television for ever and ever and ever.

His singles Bad, Thriller, Scream, and You Rock My World will live on forever, and become ever more popular than they were in their time.

And so, here’s to the one and only King of Pop, Michael Jackson!

R. I. P.
Michael Jackson:
1958-2009

By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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"Trap Door (Part One)" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

2009-06-25T11:28:00.003+01:00

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Trap Door [Part One]

1

If anyone had asked Kitty Swann what she’d like to do when she grew up, she wouldn’t have any trouble in giving them a straightforward answer. She would simply say, “My ambition is to be an explorer.”

Kitty’s mother, Casey Swann, was an author on biology. She hardly ever had any time to read Kitty stories, watch a movie or play with her. She was always far too engrossed in reading a book on biological studies or some sort of Anna Jacobs novel, or writing a report on daisies, crocuses, tulips and such.

Her father, Ben Swann, was a worker in the local café, with a specialty in making latté. In his spare time, he would cook — her mother couldn’t cook. When she did it was almost always a microwave package. He did like to garden a lot; he was an author as well, on the art of cooking.

Kitty has her opinions about everything. The new flat, for instance, had many doubtful opinions and didn’t deserve a second glance.

It had indeterminate pink and green wallpaper, which was peeling in the corners of the wall.

Draught entered through the bottom of the door, and one of the bedroom floors upstairs was dangerously rotted with damp and could collapse at any second. This made it uninhabitable.

There were many doors in this flat. One for the kitchen, two for the one master and one single bedrooms, one for the en-suite bathroom. And then there was the Trap Door.

Kitty’s parents had very strict instructions for Kitty to never enter the Trap Door.

Kitty wasn’t the type of person to obey orders, but she decided not to make Casey and Ben angry.

If Casey was aggravated by something that Kitty did, she would almost always say something like:
“Kitty, how many times have I told you not to use the bread-knife on the cheese?”

But Kitty didn’t listen, as usual, and slit open her forefinger.

But her mother would usually forgive her and say something like:
“Oh, Kitty, you silly girl! Let’s make you some frothy cocoa.”

Casey was an easy forgiver.

Kitty had peeked a few times through the keyhole of the Trap Door but could only see the motes of dust floating against black nothingness.

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As I’ve told you, Kitty wasn’t the type of girl to obey orders.

When her mother was out shopping to buy her a new pair of shoes for when she started Year Seven in a few months, she stole away into the kitchen.

The kitchen was home to the key drawer, in which she hoped to find the key of the Trap Door.

To be contined.........

By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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"My Secret Scrapbook" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

2009-06-16T09:51:00.011+01:00

MY SECRET SCRAPBOOK

All names and place-names in this autobiography are false for the protection of me and those around me.

RECORD of ME

My Favourite Friends
Clara, Amy-Louise, Björn & Benny (these are false names)

My Favourite Book
'Blood Ties' by Sophie McKenzie

My Favourite Character
Tracy Beaker

My Favourite T. V. Show
Primeval

My Favourite Film
The Goonies, She’s the Man & Twilight

My Favourite Filmstar
Amanda Bynes

My Favourite Hobby(ies)
Writing & Illustrating

My Favourite Sport(s)
BenchBall, Hockey, Athletics, Gymnastics & Dance

My Favourite Holiday Resort(s)
Mullion & Perran Sands

My Favourite Food
McDonald’s, KFC & Burger King

My Favourite School Subjects
Literacy, Art & Gym

My Favourite Teacher(s)
Miss Humphrey & Mister Rill (these are false names)

My Favourite Colour
Glacier Blue

My Favourite Animal(s)
Cats, Kittens & Dogs

My Favourite Clothes
George & Denim Stuff

My Favourite Shop
Waterstone’s, WHSmith, Drake Circus & Rajani’s

My Favourite Game
Truth or Dare?

My Favourite Singer/Band
A.B.B.A.

My Favourite Music
Soft Rock, Electronica, Pop, Reggae & Varied

FRIENDS

Clara and Amy-Louise are my best friends, and there is also Björn who lives just down from school; plus his step-brother Benny, I don’t know where he lives…

Amy-Louise
I’ve been friends with Amy-Louise since Year Two, this may sound really babyish but — back then — we used to play this game I made up called SuperKittenz with a z. And we still play it today—it’s more teenager-y now, of course!

Clara
I’ve been friends with Clara since Year Three. I did know her in Year One and Two, but not as a friend. I based one of my serial stories on this game we used to play: The Fantastica Chronicles. I’ve written five stories in this series and they’re for 9-12 year olds.

Björn
I haven’t been friends with Björn for that long. Probably two or three years. He is hell funny! I thought that he would be moving to Wadebridge, because his dad and Benny’s mom are getting married. He isn’t now but Benny is.

Benny
I’ve been friends with Benny since Year Four or Five. He is Björn’s step-brother. He’s weirdly funny, to quote! In our school’s Christmas Pantomime, Cinderella! Rockerfella! as Freddo the Frog, his motto was: ‘A Frog is for Life, Not Just for Dinner’, ha, ha, ha!

FAMILY

Mom
Mom died five months after giving birth to me. From a blood clot in the heart, apparently. I’d probably have loved her.

Dad
Dad can be arrogant at times, but I still love him. I don’t know why but we haven’t made contact for a few years, though we know where each other lives. He does smoke inside and it really pees me off, because I have to breathe it in every time he does. He hasn’t sent me any Birthday cards, Christmas cards or even a phone-call within over two years!

Kat
Kat is one of my favourite cousins, and I live with her, my Auntie Carol and Godfather Jay. She is really kind, loveable and touché at times but anyone could love her, honest.

Harvey
A very menacing funny guy, a bit like me! He lives in Bristol with his girlfriend Kirsten, who is at college studying to be a teacher. Harvey is also one of my cousins — and the funniest — and he is, in a word: great.

Kay
Kay is another of my favourite cousins, and she is a bookworm as well, like me! She lives in ** *******, with her very, very, very cute black cat Solo and housemate Teigan.

Hannah
Hannah is nine now, and she is the cheekiest little minx that I know. She is my cousin and she — don’t laugh, now! — fits into my clothes! Oh my God! Her dad is Sean and her mum is called Leona, they broke up in 2008 and now Hannah is like the Suitcase Kid.

Dave & Greg
Dave is just over my age and is the cheekiest menace that I have ever met, and probably still is… His brother Greg is small but not too small, and he isn’t a spitting image of Dave.

Patrick & James
Patrick and James are the most mischievous, menacing, plotting, cheek-meisters on the planet. They are two and three so that’s what one would usually expect…

Ally & Lucinda
Ally is slightly petite and has long honey-blond hair. She is very funny. Her mother Lucinda is a very good friend (and cousin) of Kay’s and is very ebullient (the word ebullient means cheerful, jolly etc., etc.)

Gran & Grandad Rowe
My eccentric, harebrained, erratic great-grandparents. Gran was born in 1932 and Granddad Nip was born in 1926 but they’re still alive and kicking! They both live at ** ******’* **** in a neat, slightly prim house.

Granddad Ed
All of the grandparent description above. But more up-to-date, happenin’ and a teeny bit less eccentric.

Auntie Carol & Uncle [Godfather] Jay
These are brilliant relatives. They took me in to live with them on 20th of April 2003. I’ve been living with them for nearly seven years now and I’ve only had two days off of school. Nerdy but sufficient!

Uncle Robert & Auntie Florence
Not sure if I’ve actually met these relations…

Uncle David & [Hopefully To Be] Auntie Robyn
Some of the best relatives ever! They are Patrick and James’ mom and dad.

SCHOOL

Robartes
Robartes isn’t too boring; apart from Maths, Science, R. E. and especially the SATs week!
My attendance record usually consists of: 100% attendance (boring!), nine lates and (I’m not a bad boy but…) one exclusion.

Teachers:

Miss Humphrey
One of my most favourite teachers in the world, Miss Humphrey is humorous, intelligent and she loves End-of-Term parties, End-of-SATs parties (though SATs are illegal on the 24th of June!).

Mister Rill
Mister Rigby taught me in Year Five, he is an ex-Royal Marine and could be extremely strict; but we liked him. He can be really funny and really serious, mostly really funny.

Supply Teachers:

Miss Frill
She is one of my A-List supplies. She comes from Canada, and she’s been on our agenda for supplies since Year One!

Miss Palmer
We’ve only seen her once, in the second-before-last year of Year Six.

Teaching Assistants:
Miss Penning
Miss Bloom
Miss Harris
And
Miss Flower

Lessons
Numeracy
Literacy
Physical Education
Science
PSHE
Music
Cooking (Mmm…)
Information Communication Technology
SRE Education

HOBBIES

Ever since I was nine I’ve loved writing, drawing, music and talking.
I’ve written loads of ‘novels’, in every type of genre, including Urban Gothic.

Some of my serial stories are:
The Fantastica Chronicles
The Witch Child Saga
The Boys Series
The Girls Series
The Feline Ark Tales
The Theo Lemon Spy-Stories and loads more…

The Flute and the Recorder
I can’t exactly play on a flute but I can make a tune. I especially like playing a song called ‘A Very Merry Un-Birthday!’ from Disney’s adaptation of Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking-Glass.

Writing
I love writing, as Philip Pullman once said: “Without books, we wouldn’t be human beings at all.” Writing lets your imagination free in words.
I am inspired by authors like Jacqueline Wilson, Chris Higgins, Will Peterson, Derek Landy and Stephanie Meyer.

Here is the chorus of a song I’ve written:
It’s ‘because I love you,
You’re my flightless bird,
Just hovering in the air,
Not goin’ anywhere…

Did you like my song? That’s just my chorus!

HOLIDAYS

Mullion
Mullion is my favourite holiday destination, its caravans are brilliant and its amusements are colorful and amazing.
There is an indoor and outdoor pool and a great big amusement arcade house thingy. It’s called Funworks Amusments.
The only thing I dislike is the late-night shows, because they’re for toddlers! Late-night shows!?

Perran Sands
I like it at this park, it’s not as good as Mullion but ah, well…it does have better late-nights, what with Cabaret, Zoo Troop™ Plays and Disco the Night Away!

Bristol
Not exactly a holiday destination, but I went there in March as part of my hols. The bad thing about Bristol is that there is a street full of people who carry guns! If you are white or too loud, they shoot you, simple as that!
Then again, there are loads of cute cats that I’m friends with; Bailey, RJ, etc., etc.

Dawlish
I completely forget what happened at Dawlish, it was sooo long ago!

Woolacombe
I got here by Cliff Railway, and had Supper with Aunty Shirley and Uncle Steve. We had a gorgeous caravan; Grandad Paul took me to see numerous reptiles, like snakes, etc.

CLOTHES

Favourite Outfits
I especially like my Urban Gothic gear I got from ** ******* Asda, it’s their own designer: George.
I love my Wedding, Funeral and Birthday outfit from M & Co. [you may know it as MacKay’s but it’s changed its name]. It is a crisp white-shirt with skull breast-pockets, collar-lining and tie. It also came with some nice black trousers.

Shoes and Trainers
I’m a boy, I’m not all too fussed about shoes, but I’m very fond of my Reebok and Animal trainers — they’re nifty!

Hoodies
I’m into hoodies, not chavvy hoodies, just decent ones.
I’ve got a Nike hoody, a George hoody, a George Bart Simpson hoody and a few more…

Shirts
I’m OK with shirts. Check shirts, coloured shirts, pin-striped and plain.
Shirts go good with Corduroy trousers or black/blue jeans. And a spray of Lynx; preferably Dark Temptation.

Tops and T-Shirts
I am NOT a clothes addict, — far from it! — but I love t-shirts and tops.
I prefer blue t-shirts and tops, but I love white t-shirts and tops!
I used to be a tight-and-stripy t-shirt guy, but now I’m so out of their league (not to sound pigheadedly boastful or anything).

FILM

Comedy
I love comedies with Jim Carrey, Adam Sandler and Jennifer Anniston.
My favorite comedies [my list is sooo long!] include:
Bruce Almighty,
The Mask,
Big Daddy,
and
Click.

Drama
I like dramas like The Da Vinci Code, based on Dan Brown’s New York Times bestseller, and Black Beauty.

Musicals
I Love with a capital L loads of musicals. There’s:
Mamma Mia!,
Oliver!,
Annie
and
Joseph! And His Technicolor Dreamcoat.

Horror
I’ve not watched many horrors. There’s 2002’s Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Ghost Rider and The Dark Knight, if you can count the last one as a horror film.

Fantasy
Here we go! Now we’re getting somewhere with movies! Which one do I start at…?
The Spiderwick Chronicles,
Coraline,
The Harry Potter Series,
and
The Chronicles of Narnia.

Science-Fiction
Sci-Fi is only one of the best things around! Have you ever watched any Sci-Fi films? Alien Autopsy? Spider-Man? Men In Black? If not, watch those three that I’ve just mentioned.

Thriller
Thrillers are great! Do you like Jodie Foster? What about Nicholas Cage? They star in great films like Flightplan — my all-time favorite thriller — and National Treasure.

MUSIC

Pop
I love pop. Girls Aloud, Pink, Miley Cyrus, Lady GaGa, McFly, Busted, The Ting Tings, etc., etc.
Pop makes you feel good, especially the colorful music videos — especially the videos for McFly’s Five Colors In Her Hair and Lady GaGa’s Paparazzi.
I’d advise you to check out Pop Party and Now! That’s What I Call Music compilation album, they’re really…pop-y?

Rock
Heavy Metal, Classic, any rock genre you like, is great to me. I do tend to listen to classic rock quite a bit. You know, Evanescence.
My favorite rock songs are: Call Me When You’re Sober, Lithium, Going Under, Bring Me To Life, Missing, My Immortal, Slow Ride and Poison.
I’m not that into the heavy metal.

Reggae
Reggae and Motown, I like these. Tune into some Lionel Richie occasionally, a little bit of Shaggy and Rayvon.
This is a Jamaican genre, and it makes me feel good, nearly perfectly mad.
Have you ever heard Angel, It Wasn’t Me, Me Julie or Boom Shaka Laka?
Try it.

Dance
Dance is vibrant and enjoyable; it is also often used in nightclubs [along with some ClubLand remixes.].
Do you like Katy Perry? she’s sung I Kissed A Girl, Waking Up In Vegas, Hot N Cold and One Of The Boys.

Varied
Varied is my favourite genre. Alanis Morrisette and — my personal favorite — ABBA.

BOOKS

My Favourite Books
'Skellig' by David Almond
'My Secret Diary' by Jacqueline Wilson
'The Story Of Tracy Beaker' by Jacqueline Wilson
'The Dare Game' by Jacqueline Wilson
'Dustbin Baby' by Jacqueline Wilson
'Starring Tracy Beaker' by Jacqueline Wilson
'The Cat Mummy' [though it makes me cry] by Jacqueline Wilson
'The Lottie Project' by Jacqueline Wilson
'The Suitcase Kid' by Jacqueline Wilson
'Lizzie Zipmouth' by Jacqueline Wilson
'Aesop’s Fables' by Aesop
'The Wind In The Willows' by Kenneth Graeme
'The Borrowers' by Mary Norton
'The Field Guide' by Holly Black
'The Seeing Stone' by Holly Black
'Lucinda’s Secret' by Holly Black
'The Ironwood Tree' by Holly Black
'The Wrath Of Mulgarath' by Holly Black
'Twilight' by Stephanie Meyer
'New Moon' by Stephanie Meyer
'Eclipse' by Stephanie Meyer
'Breaking Dawn' by Stephanie Meyer
'Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland' by Lewis Carroll
'Alice Through The Looking-Glass' by Lewis Carroll
'Black Beauty' by Anna Sewell
etc., etc., etc., etc.

Meeting An Author
I’ve only ever met one author: (there is a 50-50 chance that I’ll meet some more.) Chris Higgins. she is the author of: Pride And Penalties, It’s A 50-50 Thing, A Perfect Ten, Love Ya Babe and Would You Rather? (Would You Rather is published in October; she’s writing a series for younger children later on.).
She told us all about where she lives, her husband and her daughters. How she hitchhiked to Istanbul and across the Serengeti Plain.
I put my hand up the most to ask questions.

My Favorite Author
I love Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight Saga [she’s soon going to publish Midnight Sun — it’s the Twilight Saga in Edward Cullen’s point-of-view.].

THE END
OF
MY PRIMARY SCHOOL AUTOBIOGRAPHY

By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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"The Plague of the Eight-legged Alien Arachnids" (Part1)By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

2009-06-02T10:41:00.003+01:00

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The Plague of the Eight-Legged Alien Arachnids (Part 1)

Prologue …

Johnny along with Lucinda stared at the hirsute mass of mammoth arachnids running at full speed under them …

All that left when the egg hatched. It is how this pandemonium began. The hatching of an egg. Acknowledge me to a certain extent, the egg if truth be told made hatch a vast female spider to facilitate has previously been in labour and having her infants ubiquitously over town.

This mammoth metamorphosis of spider was formed by means of the prevalent scientist of the parallel 23rd century: Krackwizz Copperpot.

He was a minute bloke amid spectacles in the itinerary of his fifties, all the same then, so more or less every erstwhile mediocre nutty scientist in his period was!

He had a wife called Dakota, a son called Bernard as well as the two pet dogs: Taffy and Tegumai.

He had created a assortment of creations in time: a baby bath into an automatic dog washer with ingenious in -nozzle mechanism of spray which it signals, table tennis has serve-o-matic-a catapult of the mechanism that it recharged having operated every bullet - and the photocopier PILCO - In which it had been embezzled with for photographs to enter, and of lively living beings it goes out. It represents: Photos In Living Creatures Out.

This last clever creation (You remember, the tarantula of the female mutant tarantula) was the first mutant insect in the 5'000,000 moons of the mediocre professor’s life.

The egg as that I mentioned - had cracked and, as in Humpty Dumpty, could not be pieced together once again.

Anyway, of blasting the high mile, the spider of female of 20.5-metre breadth. It has already seemed to be in an unhealthy labour and should not have been groped.

Just like Britney Spears, the spider despised the paparazzi and loathed photographers. She finally noted a path to give birth to her infants.

Her infants let get away in bands, they covered the town of Bodmin, mimicking the quantity of a coverage of snow.

The first mutant insect took its last breath in an alleyway.

Chapter one...Johnny Bomb begins a diary.

February 23rd year 2300

Dear Diary,
My name is the Johnny Bomb and I am 14 and a half; I am from Connecticut in America.
Sometimes I ask myself: am I Johnny Bomb?
I am certainly not a bomb!
I'm starting this diary with the most amazing entry I will probably ever write:
The Plague of the Eight-Legged Alien Arachnids.
It sounds stupid drank every word is true.

The mediocre mad scientist: Krackwizz Copperpot had invented a mutation; a marvellous mutation; a fantastical mutation; a dangerous eight-legged mutation...

By Brandon H
Age 11
Class 6KR

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"End of SATs Party" by Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-05-18T10:26:00.002+01:00

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"End of SATs Party"

We had our SATs all week this week and they weren't that hard but the same routine was boring. So the day our SATs had finished was the happiest day of that week! We had our last Math test and the last SATs test on Friday. I'll skip straight to the party though.

Miss Rawling chose Madagascar for us to watch while they were getting the food ready. When they had finished, We went, in our house point names, to get some food. you were allowed to ether get a plate to share with someone, or a paper towel each. I shared a plate with one of my friends. Me and my friend went to get a drink of cherryade before going back into class. When we were finished with our food, we had to either clean our cups and our plates (if you had one). We watched the rest of Madagascar while the remains of the food where tided up. Then Miss Rawling came into our class as Madagascar was finishing. When it had finished, Miss Rawling put on some Disney songs from films that they made. There was a Shrek song and a Shark Tale song. (if I
left any out, I'm sorry but I couldn't remember them.) :-)

By Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR.

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"The Spring Sparrow" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

2009-04-28T11:42:00.003+01:00

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The Spring Sparrow

Lucy lay down in the tall majestic grass-blades and margarine- yellow daffodils with her boyfriend Alex. She picked a seed-staged dandelion and blew languorously on it, scattering the seeds in the Spring winds.

Alex leaned over and kissed her, then put his marzipan-white arm around her convex shoulders. Lucy lay down again and curled into Alex’s hip.

‘I love spring,’ she said, sighing contentedly.
‘Me too,’ Alex’s alluring voice said.

As the Spring winds tumbled gently, playing with Lucy’s jet-black hair, she secretly thought about the Season Queen, wondering if she would ever see her again.

She fell asleep, her head lolled on Alex’s chest. She tumbled into a black hole in her mind, falling. Falling. Falling.

She landed on her feet in the same place as she was sleeping. She saw Alex laying there, with her own self sleeping, curled-up like a dog by his side. She was paler than normal, translucent.

A nest of fledglings thronged above her, chirruping sweetly. But she noticed something strange—something irrevocably beautiful. A sparrow with a pink beak and a singular white, star-shaped spot on its brow.

The sparrow glided down to her, like an elegant kite riding the air. Its features changed, the wings elongated, became silkier—like a queen’s gown. The sparrow tinged white, and the colour spread. Then its eyes—its radiant, brilliant glacier blue eyes—became larger. The sparrow grew taller. Taller and taller and taller until it was—gasp!—the Season Queen.

‘Queen,’ Lucy said. ‘I thought I’d never see you again! Oh, and thank you ever so much for saving Tibbs, by the way. Is he immortal?’
‘Nay, Lucy. But he can be, if you wake up and save Alex and yourself from the Boggart Army, they are approaching fast, but visibly.’
‘Oh my God.’ said Lucy. ‘How do I kill them, though? I’m nothing special.’
‘Yes, Lucy. You are something special, and you will defeat them by waking up. The thing that they like the least—please don’t waste my time asking why—is two awake humans.’
‘You said I was something special, Queen. What am I?’

The Queen smiled vaguely, and pressed her right forefinger to her flawless lips, and disappeared with the wind.

A shock ran through Lucy’s whole body and she woke with a jolt. Alex was still there. All of the grass and daffodils. The fledgling nest was still there. But one thing was for certain: the Queen wasn’t there.

Lucy smiled and remembered what the Queen had said: ‘Lucy .You are something special...’

Indeed she was.

By Brandon H

Age 11 Class 6KR

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"Spring Haiku" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

2009-04-25T13:30:00.002+01:00

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Spring Haiku

Spring-a-ling-a-ding,
the daffodills are here,
spring-a-ling-a-ding!

How to Write a Haiku by Brandon H:
First, write a sentence with FIVE SYLLABLES. Then a sentence with SEVEN SYLLABLES. And finally, a sentence with FIVE SYLLABLES.

By Brandon H
Age 11
Class 6KR

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"S.P.R.I.N.G" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

2009-04-21T13:27:00.002+01:00

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S. P. R. I. N. G.

Spring; let me put it to you straight:
Probably the second-best time of the year…
Rain occasionally, but who cares? I’m singin’ in the rain…
In this time of year, daffodils are out, but, no one really acknowledges this but oh well…
Neglecting Spring is unbelievable, but that’s just the truth of the matter…
Great stuff like chocolate eggs, that’s what people really really want!

By Brandon H
Age 11
Class 6KR

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"SPRING" by Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-04-01T15:00:00.003+01:00

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SPRING

.Spring time is fun time!
..People enjoy it more than summer!
...Ready with the deck chairs! And umbrellas! In case!
....I love the springtime!
.....No one likes to be stuck inside.

(so)..Go outside and enjoy it!!!

By Georgia B
Class 6KR
Age 10

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"Easter" by Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-03-02T20:14:00.003Z

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Easter poem

Easter is a fun time.

And you get loads of chocolate.

So its my fave celebration.

Though you can get other things too.

Egg hunting is fun and cool.

Really yummy eggs!

By Georgia B
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Anorexia" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-03-02T19:37:00.002Z

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Anorexia

I suffer from anorexia. It’s because I refuse to eat. It really is no laugh.
Sometimes I can see my ribcage through my skin in the bath!
One minute I’m plump, the other I’m stick thin.
All of this is because, I throw fatty deposits in the bin.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Beanz. Meanz. Heinz" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-03-02T19:31:00.002Z

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Beanz. Meanz. Heinz.

As soon as I get home, I ask Auntie Carr: ‘what’s for tea?’
And she says: ‘Heinz Baked Beans’, cos they’re the beans for me!
I like them with fish fingers, with sausages they’re great!
The only time they’re not is when they’re on Katie’s plate!
When ever I am feeling sad, the family’ll read the signs,
They know what will cheer me up cos they know:
Beanz. Meanz. Heinz!

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Types of Cheese" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-03-02T19:26:00.002Z

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Types of Cheese

Leerdammer- A delightfully creamy Swiss cheese with a sensationally nutty aftertaste.
Mexicana- Beautifully textured cheese, straight from Mexico. Blended with spices and above all the best: CHILLI PEPPERS!
Cheddar- The most common. Comes in mild and strong. Great in sandwiches.
Gloucester- Comes with onions and chives also, a delighting exotic (yet British!) cheese.
Red cheese- In a word…magical.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Food" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-03-02T19:19:00.002Z

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FOOD

Food is yummy, food is great! I love Sweet stuff on my plate.

Only food like: roast, guacamole and ham I don’t like!

Overreacting when I’m hungry,

Don’t even tell me: “Eat your greens!”

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"Magic Jokes" from Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-02-05T12:54:00.003Z

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A few 'Magic' themed jokes that Georgia wanted to share.......
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How does a witch docter ask a girl to dance?
"Voodoo like to dance with me?"
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Why did the wizard turn the naughty girl into a mouse?
Because she ratted on him
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First witch:my, hasn't your little girl grown?
Second witch: yes, she's certainly gruesome
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What contest do witches have?
Spelling contests.
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What did one magician say to another?
"Who was that girl I sawed you with last night?"
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Witch:why have you stopped playing cards with my sister?
Wizard:would you play cards with someone who cheats all the time, is a poor loser and keeps tearing up the cards?
Witch:no
Wizard: no, well nor will she.
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Witch: doctor, doctor! my sister here keeps thinking she's invisible
Doctor: witch sister?
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What do you get if you cross a snake with a magician?
Abra da cobra
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Thanks Georgia B!
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"Magic" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-02-05T12:16:00.003Z

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MAGIC

Magic is a living being that is neither like you nor me.

And it comes in quite handy (literally!) in handless situations.

Greater good or evil, it can bring unimaginable things,

Including; fairies, sprites and other magical beings!

Charmed is the other word for magic, the old spelling is “magyk” but who cares about all that guff even though it’s magical stuff!?

By Brandon 'Camel' H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"A Magic Moment in Gymnastics" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-02-05T12:08:00.004Z

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A Magic Moment In Gymnastics
(O.G.T.F.S.P) (Or The Gymnastics Competition)

I was sooo nervous! My heart was pounding and my legs felt like jelly. I knew that soon the moment would come.
We were about 6 meters away from fate; not far away enough.

I sat in the passenger seat of Mum’s Volvo Estate car, I fidgeted uncomfortably.
Mum honked and honked at the cars in front, which were driving like old grannies. Mum eventually got tired and put on the ‘ABBA GOLD’ CD and sang along to ‘Chiquitita’.

I wasn’t nervous about competing; I was worried Mum would embarrass me yet again…
Last year she spotted me on the mat and shrieked:
“Come on, Sophie! That’s m’ girl! Come on, Soph’, beat their butts!”
How annoying is your mum?
I hate being part Albino, because whenever I blush it’s like I’ve been heavily matted with cherry-red foundation!

We eventually pulled up in front of the comp and parked just to the left of the enamel white door.
Other gymnasts were working their way in along with some members of their families.
I made my way through the maze of ecru coloured corridors into the changing rooms.
Sandra stared at me, she gave me THE EVILS and stuck out her tongue; she probably expected it to slice me through!

In the gymnasium, the contestants sat down on the bench, constantly checking themselves in compact mirrors and literally dehydrating the water in their bottles.

The whistle sounded to start; Jessica took up a pose and started.
She performed a couple of twists and turns and a few zany dance moves, and then rounded off.

The scorecards were held up:
6, 9, 9, 7, 6. A chunky great 39!

Frankie stepped up to the plate; he cart wheeled, did a counterbalance with two chairs and ended with a flawless shoulderstand.

9, 9, 8, 5, 10. A whopping 51!

I wouldn’t stand an ice-creams’ chance in Hell of beating Frankie.

But, when my turn came, I lunged, chest tight, legs straight, ponytail fluttering behind me onto the mat.
I did a few zany tricks walking on my hands, somersaulted and rounded off.

Here it came; the moment of truth:
10, 10, 9, 5, 20. 20? A-a-54!

Mum looked smug when I stood on the 1st place platform, the golden medallion glinting on my leotard.
My little brother, Will, stood a couple notches lower than me on the 2nd place platform and my arch rival, Sandra, scowled on the 3rd place platform; she mumbled “Beaten by a Little family member, what an embarrassment!”
But, I got gold, and there is only room for one gymnastic pro’ in this family; so, budge over, Will, because it’s…
ME!

By Brandon H Age 10 Class 6KR

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"The Tale of Zachary Binx" (witch child trilogy), By Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-02-04T16:47:00.003Z

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This is the third and final installment in Brandon's Witch Child trilogy - be sure to read the other two before this one. Find the first two installments in the posts below.
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The Tale of Zachary Binx

(final instalment of the “witch child” trilogy)

A sweet voice sang from far away in the clouds; it belonged to a platinum-blonde, middle aged witch; she was a Sanderson Sister.

The thump of her broom landing upon the ground of the Binx farmhouse scattered the ducks, geese and cows to and fro.

Zachary Binx was in bed when it happened; the witch, Sarah Sanderson, crept slowly into the room and lullaby-ed his sister, Emily Binx, to a deep sleep, by singing softly whilst forcing her to inhale Wolfsbane and Monkshood crystals; together they form a sleeping potion so strong that it is known as “The Draught of Living Death”.

Zachary awoke hours later, he shook; he screamed.

“EMILY!” He shrieked. “EMILY!”

He dashed barefooted outside, his brother, Elijah, came running.

“Elijah!” said Zachary. “Hast thou seen my sister Emily?”

“Nay, brother,” said Elijah, grimly. “But look; they doth conjure!”

Billowing from the bottom of the steep hill, was puffs and sparkles of glacier blue, lilac, lemon yellow and ochre; the colour of a Witches’ brew.

“Oh, dear lord! The woods!” Zachary shouted. “Elijah, waken Father, summon the others. Go!”

Zachary sprinted so fast down the steep hill, that he got caught on a low branch and just rolled, rolled…

He halted next to a small, slated cottage in the middle of nowhere; the brews excess billowed from the chimney still.

Sarah Sanderson, had only just got there, she had Emily by her side.

“Come, child!” She whispered.

Two more hags were dancing about feebly and drunkenly about the floor, screaming; “dead mans’ toe! Add a dead man’s toe, make it a fleshy one, and add a bit of my own tongue!”

They were Winifred and Mariah Sanderson, also wickedly evil Sisters.
“Ah, Sarah, thee hast arrived, we must prepare the potion and spell now that our little guest of honour has came!” said Winifred.

Winifred’s book-which was given to her by Satan himself- floated to her; the trio of hags edged to the cauldron and recited the spell.

“#Wing of bat, dead woman’s lung. Dead man’s toe, add a bit of my own tongue. #”

The potion fizzed, Winifred took a wooden ladle and was about to feed the life-taking potion to Emily when at last, Zachary piped up.

“NO!” He shouted.

“A boy!” cried Sarah.
“I got him! I knew I smelt a boy!” shrieked Mary.
“Fools, grab him, you idiots!”

Winifred took up her wand and threw a spark line at Zachary; he floated in the air and plummeted to the floor.

“What shall we do with him?” suggested Winifred.
“Put him on a hook, and let me play with him…”said Sarah.
“No!” Snapped Winifred. “His punishment must be more fulsome, more lingering. Ah-ha! I’ve got it! As usual. His punishment shall not be to die, but to live forever with his guilt!”

“Join me, sisters, one, two, three..”

“Twist the bones and bend the back!
Trim him of his baby fat!
Give him fur black as black,
Just…like…this-s-s-s!”

Zachary shrunk down to a black cat.

There was a sudden knock at the door; “Witches!” shouted Zachary’s angry father. “What hast thee done with my son Zachary?”

The witches were taken outside; they stood upon barrels with nooses around their necks.

“I shall ask thee one final time!” Said Mister Binx. “What hast thou done with my son Zachary?”

“I don’t know cat’s got my tongue!” shrieked Winifred, laughing manically.

Mister Binx slid his hand on his neck; the hangman pulled away the barrels.
The Sandersons died.

By Brandon "Camel" H

Age 10

Class 6KR

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"Sorceress" (sequel to Witch Child) by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-02-03T18:31:00.004Z

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Note: First read 'Witch Child' - the prequel to this story - in the post below.
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Sorceress

It had been a while since Augustine-Clementine Turpentine had been magically murdered by her cousin, Barbarity, but since she "mysteriously disappeared", the whole village was on a witch hunt for the disappearance of Augustine-Clementine.

Little did they know that in Salem, there were many places for a witch to hide, like the bucket in the well or (don't laugh) Tom Thumb's plum-pie.

Ah, yes, nursery rhymes were literally brought to life then, reader; it might still be like that now.

They stormed through the woods, over the hills and far, far away but they couldn't find a trace of the cousins.

Barbarity had committed suicide, though, indeed, she had taken the blades to her wrists and slashed.

But, Barbarity being Barbarity, was clever. Ah, yes, every witch knows that when a witch dies, it is reincarnated in his' or hers' very own cackling stump as an animal that they favoured.

Barbarity, the good tasted old hag that she was, was reincarnated as a black cat.

By Brandon "Camel" H Age 10 10 Class 6KR

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"Charmed" (song lyrics) by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-02-03T18:22:00.004Z

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Charmed

(song lyrics)

I am the sun,
I am the air,
I am ev-ery-thing I need t' be like,
just like anybody else ain't.

And all the fear is creep-in' in,
All the darklighters, and t' whitelighters,
Who're running from sin.

I am the sun,
I am the air,
I am...
Magic

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By Brandon "Camel" H

Age 10

Class 6KR

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"Witch Child" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-02-03T18:16:00.002Z

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Witch Child

A lonely widowed old witch sat upon a stool by her murky cottage window; the witch was called Barbarity Spindle, she was the greatest most powerful darklighter in the whole of ancient Salem and she was plotting a revenge.

The revenge was on her demented whitelighter cousin, Augustine-Clementine Turpentine.

'Twas she whom planted sweet smelling freesias in the low maintenance garden; she whom permanently lamed her dog, who sits contorting on its poor, poor head; she whom scrubbed the dirt off of the laundry and 'twas her that...{gulp}...shaved the peach fuzz off of Barbarity's face.

Barbarity sat upon her cackling stump and an evil plan wove itself inside of her tiny darklighter mind.

Barbarity ripped her wand from her tatty cloak and danced around her fire with it, singing "midnight moonlight" whilst rain-dancing around it.

Far away in Argentina-where Augustine-Clementine Turpentine lived- the cousin swelled and swelled, she burst into miniature termites (now that's really small!) and got disgustingly horribly trampled and killed.

Author's note:

As for Barbarity, you'll see what happens to her in the sequel "Sorceress".
Ciao!
"Camel"

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Happy New Year" (song lyrics) by Brandon H, Age 10

2009-01-31T19:19:00.004Z

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Happy New Year
(song lyrics)

No more champagne

And the fireworks are through

Here we are, me and you

Feeling lost and feeling blue

It's the end of the party

And the morning seems so grey

So unlike yesterday

Now's the time for us to say...

Happy new year

May we all have a vision now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy new year

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don't we might as well lay down and die

You and I

Sometimes I see

How the brave new world arrives

And I see how it thrives

In the ashes of our lives

Oh yes, man is a fool

And he thinks he'll be okay

Dragging on, feet of clay

Never knowing he's astray

Keeps on going anyway...

Happy new year

May we all have a vision now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy new year

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don't we might as well lay down and die

You and I

Seems to me now

That the dreams we had before

Are all dead, nothing more

Than confetti on the floor

It's the end of a decade

In another ten years time

Who can say what we'll find

What lies waiting down the line

In the end of 2009...

Happy new year

May we all have a vision now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy new year

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don't we might as well lay down and die

You and I

By Brandon H

Age 10

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"New Year" by Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-01-29T12:29:00.004Z

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New Year
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New year is so exiting

Everyone making resolutions

We shall keep them

You want to do better at school

Even in math!

A fresh, new start is your

Resolution

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By Georgia B
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"The Change Cricket" (sequel to snow spider) by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-01-29T12:17:00.003Z

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The Change Cricket

Sequel to “The snow spider”

Although winter was over, and it had been a month since Lucy had seen her god-guardian, it was still snowing heavily and ever so bitterly cold.

Lucy longed to see The Snow Queen again, but thought it impassible (it’s impassible because nothing is impossible).

But, then again, she never thought that she would be disguised as a cricket, because the Snow Spider would never survive in moments like this.

Yet there the cricket was, perched upon the windowsill in the exact same spot as the Queen was before, when she weaved the poem web.

As it was, the cricket was inside of the window when Lucy went to her bedroom, where it morphed as before into the Snow Queen, though she was clad in a more springtime flowing gown.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!” Lucy was so gob smacked that she felt amnesic and only just remembered whom she was facing.

“Cricket...?” She wavered.

“Yes, I am here to give you a warning; one of your most beloved pets shall pass on in the future, a most beloved pet, your cat, Tibbs.” She said.

Lucy was almost crying as soon as she was told about the words “beloved” and “die”.

“But,” said the Change Cricket. “It will either pass away peacefully or, if you heed my warning, it will live.”

“Anything for Tibbs, please, please tell me the warning!”

“You must make sure that you don’t take a holiday to Bristol on February 3rd, or he will be tragically run over by an R-reg Ford Fiesta, because the person caring for Tibbs while you’re gone will fall asleep on the job,” she finished.

Suddenly, she disappeared without a trace, apart from the warning written in spidery handwriting upon grained parchment.

FASTFORWARD TO FEBURARY 3rd, 2009: Tibbs-nor any other pet or person- doesn’t die.
Will Lucy be visited by the Snow Queen again? You’ll just have to wait and see.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"New Year" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-01-28T16:26:00.004Z

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NEW YEAR
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Neither champagne and fireworks are by.
Each eternisant the topcoats coats and woollies.
When cometh the new year.

You and me lures to have our will to try, or we can also stretch out and die. You and I.
Each makes it to awaken and the senses of the so grey morning, therefore in difference yesterday, continues going in any case.
All take resolutions, by including you and me.
Ready so that 2009 doth have in the store to be.

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By Brandon H

Age 10

Class 6KR

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This is my acrostic "NEW YEAR" translated from English-FRench on a website.*****N.E.W. Y.E.A.R.****Par Brandon H.******

Non plus de champagne et les feux d'artifice ne sont par.

Chacun s'eternisant leurs manteaux et woollies.

Quand cometh le nouvel an.

Vous et moi devons avoir notre volonté pour essayer, ou nous pouvons aussi nous allonger et mourir. Vous et je.

Chacun le fait de réveiller et les sens du matin si gris, donc à la différence hier, continue à aller en tout cas.

Tous prennent des résolutions, en incluant vous et moi.

Prêt pour que 2009 doth ont dans le magasin pour se trouver

"New Year: Dead Loaded!" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-01-08T09:53:00.003Z

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New Year: Dead Loaded!

I trudged home on Friday; I was so glum because when I had arrived into my mum’s tiny, two birth apartment in Doublegates because of this, I've written it in my memorandum:

MEMORANDUM

I stumbled into my mum’s apartment on Thursday; I looked down to see that I'd fallen over the pieces of a bone china teapot. Mum was crouched in the middle of the room, her face is pale. Mascara dribbled from her blank eyes and large nail digs were visible on her neck.
I sat down beside her; even then I literally tower over her!
‘What’s wrong, mum?’ I asked her.
Mum wailed. ‘It’s…it’s, your D-D…your Dad! He’s moved out, he’s took half the flat with him!’
‘Don't worry, mum, we've still got the flat!’
‘We can't keep it!’ she wailed. ‘Without your dad’s money, we can’t keep up with the rent!’
As if the new year of 2009 couldn’t get any worse!

That was my worst memorandum entry ever!

But, it all turned out very much so worse at school.

Billy Edwards was leaning on the school gates, he smirked.

“I’ve heard that your Dad trashed your place and cleared off; bet your mother’s in a big state…”

“You can it, Edwards! Leave my mother alone, my Dad’ll be back, you can bet your last fiver on it!”

“Ooh! Shouting now, is we…?”

His last words were smothered by my fist meeting his big, fat gob!

Blood dribbled speedily from his nose and from the corner of his mouth, he really was a sight!

Back at home, mum sat smugly on the sofa and spread-eagled her arms, I cuddled her.

“I couldn’t wait to tell you, Flossie! You have three guesses as to what I’m going to tell you!”

“Err; you've got a new boyfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Dad’s hiding behind the curtain?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, I give up, tell me, and leave out the suspenseful wait, please.”
“I've got three jobs!”
“What!?”
“Yeah, I've got six hours babysitting this five year old in this dead posh flat while his mum plays croquet with her friends. A three hour job at Niles’ bakery and I've set up a website on the computer!”

After staring agog at mum for about two minutes, I perked up.

“Mum, you are super, but you can't multitask like this.”

“I can, you just watch me, when you come home on Friday, and we'll be loaded!”

~2~

I couldn't watch mum physically, but what a success her jobs were!

After babysitting the snobby kid, she came home with sixty-seven pounds, after Baking at Niles’, she came home with five-pounds seventy-three every week and her Website (which was called ‘AskEva.net’), letters came flooding in and most were full of fivers and tenners!

Now, fast forward two years and we're dead loaded, splashing in the waves in sunny Costa Brava, bike riding in Cyprus, three holidays each year to James Villas and to top it all off…we went to Disney Land, Florida every two years or so!

Dad never came back, even by the time that I'd had my Sweet Sixteen, but mum’s money and the money I got from babysitting when I turned eighteen, we survived.

Who knew that New Year would be so great?!

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Rachel's Surprise Visit" By Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

2009-01-08T09:27:00.007Z

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Rachel's Surprise Visit

"I miss Rachel so much Mum! I wish she could be here for my 11th party!" whined Kelly.
"Don't worry, dear she'll probably be home for new years," she answered putting up a 'Happy New Year' banner.

"Yeah right! She's in America!! on a fashion course for goodness sake mum!" Still, she may be right. I hang up another bunch of helium-filled balloons, and go up to my room to play online squares with Ally (my best friend).
Suddenly, I heard a blip; in the upper, left hand part of the screen, by the 'email' button, there was the number '1'.
Reluctantly I clicked on it, the screen name was: ******@.aol..com! Rachel's email address!
I hurriedly clicked on it so much that my index finger was in agony!

Hi Kelly!
Sorry I couldn't keep in touch (BTW I'm blushing still because of it!) but I have to keep to a VERY strict schedule! Ms. Fernando is SOOOOO strict! She even makes me wear dreadfully old-fashioned dungarees on the catwalk!
In case you're wondering, I will be coming up for your eleventh birthday!
Hope you're glad!
Love and hugs,
Rachel x.

Oh, my god! Rachel was coming!
I rushed downstairs to literally SHOUT the news to mum.
"Mum!!! Mum!!! Rachel IS coming for my birthday!!! She emailed me and said so!"
"Wow!! Well, we'd better get everything sanitary"
I went upstairs to send Rachel a email back.

Hi sis!!!!
I am sooo excited that you'll be here for my birthday!!! You're the best sister EVER
betta go now c u l8er
Kelly (soz that its not a long email)

Three days later (AKA the day that Rachel comes back) (aka new years day aka Kelly's 11th Birthday)

Rachel was coming!! TODAY!!! I was sooooooooooooooooo exited!!
I cant wait to see.... wait a minute. There was a knock at the door. rat-a-tat-tat-bang-bang!!
RACHEL'S KNOCK!!!
"Rachel!! Rachel!! I missed you sooo much!!"
"I missed you too, pest."
"Come and see what we've done in the dining room!"
I led her to the dining room and sat her down and got her favourite food (I'm her sister. I eat with her 3 times a day! I should know what her favourite food is!!!!)
"I am so glad you are my sister!!"
"You've said that about 3 times now but I know that's because its true."
We danced for a bit and then took a break to open pressies! And then we had my cake and then Rachel put me to bed.

So ends the best birthday ever. With the best sister ever.
This really was a happy new year

I RACHEL!!!!

By Georgia B

Age 10

Class 6KR

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Winter Penguins by Connor, Class 6KR

2009-01-03T21:50:00.003Z

This is a story about penguins.Its based on Club Penguin.

Once upon a time there was a penguin called Rockhopper. He always dreamed of being the most famous penguin pirate on CP ever to walk on the island.He always bought pirate clothes and boots with his coins, he once meet a really famous penguin pirate called Wiggintune which was as big as CP itself.

His friends were loyal to him, he had respect for his friends so his friends gave it him back. He had a lot of friends but his best were penguins called, Condoblue, Brett Rowse, Cams12, Bogman, Bogman 2 and Piplup. Fellow penguins laughed at him for wanting to be a pirate, but these friends wanted his mate to become a pirate so at least one of them achieved his dreams. Once all of his friends wrote to Wiggintune saying that their mate wanted to be famous penguin and that they have already met. He wrote back to Rockhoppers trusted friends that he remembered Rockhopper and that he wanted to meet him again to see if he was ready for a loyal pirate to help CP. His friends were over excited, but they could not say a word to Rockhopper as it would ruin the suprise.

The day came too fast and Wiggintune told CP to block everyone off so he could meet Rockhopper.His friends were blocked off too but they could not wait to see Rockhopper's face when he saw him. A long talk rested between Wiggintune and Rockhopper that day. When the two of them came out Wiggintune made an annoucement saying....Rockhopper could be a pirate and he said about Rockhopper's friends who did this and said that they were coming too.

Everyone was so pleased for us that when we set off for the seas we didn't care for anything apart from us and were definitely friends and in our hearts close brothers. Now the only remainder is Rockhopper as all the others passed away in a ship wreck, but at least he, the mighty Rockhopper achieved his dream.

The end

This is a story of friendship and all these are my real friends at school.
Condoblue=me
Brett Rowse=as himslelf
Cams12-Cameron M
Bogman=Rhys H
Bogman 2=Charlie H
Piplup-Jed W

Summer Leaves & Lovehearts by Brandon H 6KR

2009-01-03T21:32:00.003Z

Sequel to “iceshadows & lovehearts”
Summer leaves & lovehearts (or iceshadows & lovehearts part 2)

Karl felt a sudden pounding, an urge, non-instinctively; he swept her off of her feet.

Karl felt exhilarated; he bowed his head down close to her face, slowly bending closer, closer...

Suddenly, the trees started to give off an uncontrollable heat; cars de-iced, snow evaporated, the sun blazed and leaves grew lush green on the trees.

The girl herself had changed; wearing a corset made from tendered leaves and a skirt with golden lacing.

ABBA was playing in Karl’s head:

Honey, honey,
How you thrill me,
Uh huh,
Honey, honey...

Before he knew it, he was singing it out loud!

He slowly picked up where he left off, his lips met hers…

Anyway, let’s get away from that icky, sickly part and back to the more important parts of this romance.

It used to be law in the land of eternal winter that love between warm blooded people and season shifters was forbidden, but it may still be law.

The Gift Bringer by Brandon H 6KR

2009-01-03T21:29:00.001Z

A novelisation of “the gift bringer”, based on the nativity by years 3, 4 & 5

IN A SMALL VILLAGE THERE LIVED A WOMAN CALLED BABUSHKA, she was dressed in a snow-white shawl and a tatty, burnt umber frock.

BABUSHKA OWNED THE TIDIEST HOUSE IN THE VILLAGE, she frequently checks to see if it was spic and span nearly every two minutes!

MONDAY WAS A MOPPING DAY, Tuesday a dusting day, Wednesday a “changing” day (this day she changed the appearance of her hut), Thursday a brushing day, Friday an exterminating day (where she either tidied dead bugs or killed them), Saturday was a scrubbing day and on Sunday she finally rested.

AS DAY DIMMED, the people of the village were surprised to see that light was billowing in from the east, on the road to Bethlehem.

“LOOK! THE STAR!” Cried a child, “Look at those figures silhouetted against the light! They’re heading this way!”

“LOOK AT THEIR HEADS! THEY’RE ALL SPIKY AND SHIMMERING! THEY MUST BE KINGS!”

INDEED THEY WERE, as the figures approached, long, scarlet robes with golden lining were revealed.

THE KINGS CRASHED AT BABUSHKA’S HOUSE FOR THE NIGHT, the next day, Babushka hesitated before scooping up a couple of toys in a wicker basket and traveling with them.

THE KINGS AND BABUSHKA CAME TO A STABLE IN THE VILLAGE OF BETHLEHEM, inside were three wise men, half a dozen shepherds, a girl all in baby blue, a stout man dressed like a shepherd and a spotless baby in a manger.

THE BABY WAS CALLED JESUS, Mary, the baby blue girl said he was Jesus and that he was god’s son, a king among men.

Iceshadows and Lovehearts by Brandon H 6KR

2009-01-03T21:23:00.002Z

Iceshadows & lovehearts

Surely the ice realm can’t feel the incredibly overwhelming power of love, even if they are face to face with a witty, beautiful person.
But if you think so, you’re wrong.

We humans can’t always understand that we need to take a sense of wonder of the world around us, and understand why, and what it holds in store for us.

Esmeralda was an ice girl; her mother never felt love, neither did her grandmother, her great grandmother, her auntie, no relation of hers had ever felt the sensual, romantic feeling of love.

This is the tale of how the first ever ice person that ever fell in love, went head over heels for a seventeen year old called Karl Cunningham.

As Karl was trudging home in the thick, bleach white snow, he stopped.

The snow in front of him built itself up, until it was a very detailed ice sculpture.

The features magically carved themselves into life, the icy hair began to shimmer with a golden glimmer; Karl was gob smacked as the hair started to tumble over the figure’s shoulders.

Up until now, Karl had only been focusing on the hair, as he shook himself; he noticed how humanly she looked.

It was like the description of “Snow White” without hair as black as ebony.

Karl felt a sudden pounding, an urge, non-instinctively; he swept her off of her feet.

"Christmas" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-12-09T10:44:00.003Z

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Christmas

Carol singers outside your door.
Heritages for the town.
Racing down slopes will make you sore .
I will be happy and not let down.
Santa will come to your house.
Toys for every girl and boy.
Merry Christmas,but be quiet as a mouse.
As good as you are,don't annoy.
Some toys will come, so please be good,
but still Christmas is in your blood.

Connor MS
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Connor's Christmas wish list" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-12-08T15:19:00.003Z

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Connor's Christmas Wish List

I've got nothing to write and so I'm going to write my Christmas list (for some reason!don't ask me why)
For Christmas I will be grateful for anything but these are the top of my Christmas list:

Nintendo DS
Products(apart from women and girls) with anything - Quicksilver, Billabong,
Rip Curl, Airwalk, Animal, DC (ie. shoes, tops, hoodies, etc, etc)
A Manchester City kit with slappy(S.Ireland) on the back
Nike or white Umbro Under Armour
Football boots,football AstroTurf, etc, etc
An England kit
A laptop
A new phone(hopefully the i phone but never going to happen)
An early Christmas present,
Bodmin town to win against Charlstown
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um,.....
........er,
Ah ha nothing else much apart from a Happy Christmas!!

By Connor MS
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"The Night Before Christmas" (rewritten) by Georgia B, Age 10 Class 6KR

2008-12-06T15:28:00.003Z

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The Night Before Christmas (re-written)

It was the night before Christmas, and all you could hear
Was little children saying "Christmas is nearly here."
"Time to go to bed, now children," says the maid of the house.
Everyone is asleep now, not even a sound from a mouse
The children hung their stockings by the open fire,
The one who had the biggest was little Kiya
A clattering I heard, on top of the roof,
Its Santa! and I heard a hoof
glide across my house top,
but on the centre of my roof I heard it stop.
Then I heard a thump, down the chimney he came
This routine was always the same.
I raced down stairs, I saw him come
It was Santa! It was him! It was the real one!
He filled all the stockings, three toys in each,
Each stocking so low, even little Kiya could reach.
Then he turned on his heel, up the chimney he went,
Taking with him, the card that I sent
Then just before I turned out the light,
I heard 'someone' say "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night"

By Georgia B
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"Christmas Poem" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-12-05T09:39:00.005Z

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Christmas Poem

Snow is here and Christmas same
when this is here, summer is lame.
With mistletoe and presents
and the family is pleasant.

Baking cookies for St Nick
which one will he pick?
Christmas is full of joy
for each girl and boy.

In the season there will be sport
But when they win, prezzies will be brought.
But for all those helpful men
hot cocoa on their table,inside their den.

For presents, the shops are full
and these gifts, the remainders will pull.
In the middle of the night, there be a clatter
But no worries mum,there is no matter
for it is only Santa.

Connor MS
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"The attack of the beed-bots" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-12-04T10:19:00.007Z

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This story is far from realistic so do not believe anything!!

The attack of the beed-bots

One winter night in the middle of December, Me, mum and dad came in from winter shopping. We were shopping for stuff to eat on Christmas day. Turkeys, stuffing, carrots, you name it we got it, but any way back to the story.

As I got out of the car the cold air whistled through my ear like opera, my goose bumps spiked up like spikes on a porcupines body and air like there was no happiness in the world. As we got in the house the first thing my mum did is turn on the heater. My dad put the football on, Manchester city was playing A C Milan in the quarters of the UEFA cup, Manchester city was my favourite team I will support them all my life and this season we had a chance of winning something (ha ha yeah right). In the end we lost, typical, I hate referees their dodgy decisions always get us out of competitions. I made a cup of tea for my mum and coffee for my dad. After a match I always do that because I like talking about the game with my family around me. We would normally put two and a half men on but we put Simpsons on.

When I went to bed I thought to my self, why was the world colder today than ever, must be something to do with global warming? I could not get to sleep that night and after a few hours I looked at my clock. I was amazed to see it was 1:00am but I still could not get to sleep on that cold night. Suddenly I noticed that it was all silent not even the wind (which was before deafening) was heard. I went to look out of my window to see if I could spot something which was stopping this howling noise. But there was no spotting to be needed, a big, shadowing creature stood in front of my window. It looked a medical, roboty thing, like the ones of Star Wars. When I looked at him the constant threat glimmered through his dark eyes. He was holding in his hand a bag with every human in our street and maybe Triningle View because the carrier was so big.

Suddenly a big metallic arm flew in to my bedroom grabbed hold of me and shoved me with all its might into the bag. Saw a few friends from Triningle and our street in there. I got my nails and ripped the bag open, we fell on to the patch of grass next to my house. At this point it was about 2:00 am so I couldn't get my friends. I had to do it on my own.

I got everybody in the bag to help. I shouted, ''Get some snowballs and fire them!'' Bob had a great shot which got him right in between the eyes and his eye balls knocked the eyes out (not a good mechanic the creator). Me and Bob quickly, as fast as we can, ran into the house to get some screws to get this sorted out. We unscrewed the box in side to rip everything out. When we did, everyone started cheering me and Bob. Me and Bob went back to our houses to get some sleep for the school day tomorrow. How are we not going to be told off for being late because no one would believe our story(ha ha).

The End

By Connor MS
Age 10
Class 6KR

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Re: Brandon's newest installment of Fantastica

2008-12-04T10:02:00.003Z

Brandon H has written another installment of Fantastica - "County of the Unicorns"

Because this is not on this months "Winter" theme I couldn't publish it here. However, I know many of you will want to read this latest installment and so I have published Fantastica Book 4: "County of the Unicorns" directly below November's Book 3 installment (under 'November' in Contents section).

"County of the Unicorns" can be found by clicking on the link below:

http://bodminbookworm-robartes.blogspot.com/2008/11/fantastic-book-3-gorgons-game-by.html

Just scroll down and "County of the Unicorns" can be found below book 3.

"A Poem About Christmas" by Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-12-03T12:04:00.004Z

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A poem about Christmas

Christmas is a time where,
spirit and joy is what we share.
Calendar,trees and prezzies for me and you
there's elves, Santa and turkey too.

Ice and snow though we never get it
and candles near windows that have just been lit
and baubles and tinsel cover the tree,
that hide the presents under for you and me.

On Christmas day the wait is over
Ploughing snow with a land rover
Sitting by the fire so warm
Away from the Christmas storm!

by Georgia B
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"Winter" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-12-03T11:59:00.003Z

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Winter

Winter time is very near,
I need to wear two pairs of socks and a woolly bobble hat,
Number one need is to go downstairs,
To catch Santa unawares!
Everyone is in the spirit,
Ready for tomorrow morning!

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"The Snow Spider" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-12-02T09:30:00.004Z

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The Snow Spider

Lucy was trudging home in her elephant and rabbit Wellingtons and bright red coat, when she suddenly came across a most unfamiliar sight; a spider was on her bedroom windowsill, staring at her as though she was a delectable tiramisu.

The spider was jet black with strange, blood-red markings on its abdomen.

Lucy ignored this after a while, thinking it purely coincidental that it was upon her windowsill.

When inside, she called to her mum to tell her that she was home.

Lucy flicked the switch on the kettle and spooned two spoons of cocoa into a mug.

She brought the mass of liquid gold and steam onto the worktop and squirted mountains of whipped cream onto the top; she added miniature marshmallows and chocolate shavings to the cream.

She brought the mug to her lips and sipped; the cocoa was only mild to her in this terrible cold, it felt as though she was having a cold bath in the blazing summer as it trickled down her throat.

She took off her coat, scarf and Wellingtons and went upstairs to the computer in her room to play online hangman with her friend, Meggie.

There was a rapping at her window; Lucy turned her head and forgot all about Meggie and hangman.

The spider was at her window, a bright web was spun above it, and it had mysterious writing on it:
I am with you,
Lucy,
I watch over you,
You may say,
In a way,
I am the queen of snow spiders.

“Spiders can write, and…snow spiders, it looks like a black widow…it…oh my god!” she gasped, nearly in a babbling fit.

In front of her was a beautiful woman, she was wearing a flowing, glacier blue gown; her hair was long and straight and snowflake white; her lips were the same color as peaches.

“Yes, Lucy,” she said “I am the snow queen, or, as you saw, the snow spider. I am your god-guardian; like a protector, an Ancient of the Christmas descendants”.

“But who, where, why are you here?”

“I thought it was time you knew me, I am, after all, your god-guardian, a descendant of the Ancients of Christmas.”

“Are you the queen in your world or…”

“No, I am just an ancient, though the religious people of my world believe me to be the daughter of the phoenix. They are, you must see, Shia’rians”.

“Shia’rians?”

“Followers of the Phoenix, it is she who is the maker of the world, no, she is the world, the core, the centre of the earth”.

“Could you tell me the story of the Phoenix?”

“Of course, it began before two thousand and eight years ago… the Phoenix was a creator, she was a magnificent golden bird, the world she had created turned against her, tried to kill her.
But killing the Phoenix was impossible, it kept fighting back and killing thousands of her world.
The battle against her lasted over a hundred years and the Phoenix’s people imprisoned her in a cage so powerful that the sun couldn’t melt it.
Years passed as the Phoenix’s world crumbled and the people and creations died off or survived on cannibalism.
The Phoenix’s cage collected dust particles and atmosphere, stars and miniature meteors over the years and our plants and nature grew on it, into the place that we now call…Earth”.

Lucy was intrigued; the look on her face said it all.

“I must go now, the descendants are calling,” said the snow queen. “But I must tell you this, you must never tell anyone of me, for they will not believe”.

But the next day though, Lucy told Meggie, who, of course, did not believe; she stared at Lucy as if she had said “I saw a train eating custard”.

This concludes our story.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Legends of Pendragon: Sir Gawain & the Loathsome Lady" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-28T13:16:00.002Z

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Legends of Pendragon: Sir Gawain & the Loathsome Lady

King Arthur was in the forest, hunting a doe with golden flanks that were smattered with white specks.
Suddenly, as he took aim on the doe, a figure opposite him grunted most loudly; the doe scampered away.
The figure was a knight in black; he rode upon a horse with armour as black as its flanks.

“If you honor your life as you honor your kingdom, then you shall answer me this question,” said the figure, and then added spitefully, “or die.

“Lay your question upon my breast, I shall figure it out,” said Arthur, bravely.

“What is it that every woman desires most? Return here in a year with thy answer.”

The knight let out an evil cackle and galloped away on his ebony steed.

As Arthur cantered away, pondering upon the knight’s question, a raspy voice from below spoke to him.

“So I see you are pondering, Sire, what is troubling thy mind?”

The voice belonged to the most contorted, misshaped woman that anyone in Camelot must ever have laid their eyes upon.

Her cheeks were like prunes; pitted like a miniature meteorite had hurtled into them.
She had a foul mouth; her lower lip protruded over her chin and when she opened it about four, browned teeth stared back at you. She was wearing red robes with golden lace; she sat upon a stump with a walking stick laid in front of her. Long tangles of faded, platinum blond hair hid her shoulders.

“A question has been laid down upon me, dear lady, a question of most hardship.”

“Tell me thy question, dear king, and I shall lift thy heavy burden.”

“A shadowy figure has approached me; his question was `what do women desire most’?”

“Come closer, king, I will tell you what I require in return.”

Arthur reluctantly agreed, the woman’s breath was ever so foul.

“What is the answer what do you require?”

“I require a husband, gentle and kind, like a swaying rose in the breeze.”

“I shall get thy requirement, but the answer, what is it?”

“Every woman desires her own way.”

“I thank thou, dear lady, I shall return at once in a twelvemonth.”

Arthur cantered off to the village, awaiting the assistance of Sir Gawain in the castle.

“You sent Hilda for me, Sire?” said Sir Gawain when he arrived.

“Yes, Gawain, I have a difficult decision for you.”

Arthur told Gawain all about what happened in the woods, and about the loathsome lady.

“I shall, go ahead, Sire, and marry this woman, whether her form is demonic or elegant, I shall wed with her.”

The next day at Camelot forest, Sir Gawain met up with the loathsome lady, to fulfill Arthur’s promise to her.

The loathsome lady got married to Sir Gawain, and Arthur answered the knight’s question, but peace was still not restored for Sir Gawain.

Gawain walked down the aisle and the castle grounds with this monstrosity of a lady, people pointed and gasped at the wedding when the loathsome lady removed her veil.

That night, Gawain was in his room, puffing upon his pipe, the loathly lady entered.

“Are you not going to kiss thy newlywed bride, Sir?”

Gawain stood up, lowered his pipe and made contact with the woman’s lips.

When he stood back, the lady had transformed; she was a model of pure beautifulness, with radiant, golden hair which flowed down her back like a river. Her red gown complimented her shape, and her face was as white and flawless as ivory.

“What has happened?” said Gawain, astonishment spreading over his face. “Art thou the same woman that I married?”

“Indeed it is, Sir, for years I have been cursed by that spell and now I am partly freed.”

“Partly?”

“Yes, you must make a decision; would you have me fair by day and foul by night, or the opposite?”

“That is for you to decide, my dear.”

“Oh, dear Sir, you have given me what ever woman desires most, you have given me my own way, and never will you see that old hag again!”

By Brandon H

Age 10,

Class 6KR

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"Wet 'n' Wild" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-27T09:55:00.003Z

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Connor has written about an outing that was memorable to him - a part of his personal history!

Wet 'n' Wild

I was getting worried, James had not rang back to tell me if he could pick me up or not. It was 6:00pm and he said he would ring at 4:00pm. Suddenly, the phone rang, yes,it was James. He told me he could pick me up at quarter to six. I ran upstairs to get my gear ready!

At six we were there. I saw Jed and Brett in the queue waiting to get their ticket. We were arranging it for over 3 weeks now and I could not believe it.
''Connor,James come here get in front of us.'' I heard Brett shouting to us. ''Where have you been?''
"We were in traffic and we had to get petrol,''replied James.
''Anyway your turn to get your ticket.'' I said to Brett, Brett not even noticing Jed had ran off.

When we got changed, me and Jed went out to see if any one else had come. We saw Teigan chatting with Abbie with Charlie, Owen, Mark, Gary and Zoe-Lee having a right mess around behind them.

At 7:25 we went to the pool side. ''Five minutes to go,'' I heard Zoe-Lee saying to Mark in her squeaky voice. She always does her squeaky voice when she's excited. The whistle blew and we jumped in, Brett aimed for the alien float and the rest of us for the big one everyone wanted because it can hold the most. The funny bit is that Owen and Charlie came back with small circular ones.

We made a game, the boys got a big float and the girls got a big float and we played titanic. The girls had Teigan's family because there were more boys than girls.

At about 8:00 we all lined up for the slide. All the boys turned around, went head first and screamed 'I LOVE AMERICA!!' and the girls went just normal, apart from Teigan, she copied us.

AT 8:30 everyone started to get out. When we got changed half of the boys put hair gel on because,well,we're boys. For most of us the best part of the night is after swimming, we all get chips with salt,vinegar,tomato sauce and a tad, OK a bit,OK OK a lot of slush puppy on top. Then a few people (me, Brett, Jed and Owen) get sweets and tip them on top and after that home time.

We all said goodbye when we left and screamed at them till they'd gone up the road and we went home, put a DVD on and fell asleep watching and that was the best night of our lives(so far)!!

The End

By Connor MS
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"My Cup Final Win" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-26T09:08:00.003Z

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My Cup Final Win

For any one who liked my 1966 football story i thought this might be a good addition to this site;my cup final win!!!

TRUE STORY!!
On one Saturday morning I got out of bad at 6:00 am to go to a football tournament.
On the Friday before my manager called my dad up and said ''Could Connor go in goal for our tournament,'' because our goalkeeper dislocated his thumb and could not play,it was too risky. My dad replied ''Sure he can but he has never been in goal before''That was when my nerves shivered.

But back to Saturday. My best mate from footie was Max and he put confidence in me.''Common Con how bad can it be just try your hardest and do not give up and who cares if you let a few goals you can't help it.''

''Thanks Max.'' I sternly said back to him and he knew I now had confidence in me. Suddenly out of the distance our manager for the day,Andy, shouted ''Common Bodmin I want to come back with a trophy!''

When we got there only 4 teams turned up including us and our B-team and they announced we were to play our B-team first. We won 3-1 with Harry, Ebony and Max scoring and Zoe-Lee,my good friend from school heading in from close range and I could not do anything to save it.

Next was St Tudy (where we are playing) and also my good mate, Damian Tull, who was striker for their team. We had a good game but not our best only winning 1-0 but our manager expecting more goals from us. But I was happy having keeping a clean sheet. Then our final team, Probus, the ones we dreaded,were playing against us. We knew we were going against them at one time but not so late. They were winning 2-0 at half time because I made 2 mistakes but our manager said to us ''I'd rather lose now and win in the final''
In the second half they were 3-0 up but with 5 minutes to go we had no chance and then Cory had a long shoot and was deflected into the net. Then Harry scored a Nice lace shoot from the wing and hit to posts and in. With two minutes to go Max smashed one in from close range and the come back was on and suddenly in the dying seconds we had a free-kick from the edge of the box.

I ran up to the half way line so if balls came back I could have a shoot but there was no need, Harry curled it in to the top corner. We went wild we had a big pile up in front of our supporters we could not believe it and as they took centre the final whistle blew.

We were buzzing in the final.We had Probus again,we had belief we could win and at half time we were winning 2-0 and in the final 3 minutes I made a save I would never forget: save in the top corner and it never went out (nice one Connor) and all I could hear is my dad saying ''Don't let team mates down now after a brill tournament'' and then they scored in the finale minute and all I did was scream at the referee "blow the whistle please" and.......... he did we won. We lifted the cup and I will never forget,the moment lifted the cup,my cup,the cup witch I will treasure forever.

Connor MS
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"A Poem for History" by Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-25T14:24:00.002Z

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A Poem for History

Take one old castle, a knight or two,
then take a king and queen who,
rule the castle, and also the land
then take the history from one old hand.

Take a world war one and two,
and add it to your pot of stew,
then mix it up until it tastes right
and while eating it,think of all the brave knights.

If they had not have fought in the world war 2 and 1
then this land just wouldn't be done.
If it weren't for all those knights, you see
here would not be you and me.

So history isn't about some old dead guys who did great things,
but is about the past, any of that make a bell ring?
So when you are in your next history lesson, say
"If it wern't for all those people who took part in the wars, we would not have our land the way we do today"

By Georgia B
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"Remember, remember..." by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-25T14:13:00.004Z

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Remember, remember…

'In 1605, thirteen young men planned to blow up the Houses of Parliament. Among them was Guy Fawkes, Britain's most notorious traitor.'

After Queen Elizabeth died in sixteen-o-three, persecuted English Catholics hoped that James the first-Elizabeth’s son-would tolerate their religion more; James did, after all, have a Catholic mother.
Unfortunately for them, James wasn’t as tolerant as they had suspected and a number of men-thirteen to be exact-decided that violent action was the answer.

A small group formed, under the leadership of Robert Catesby. Catesby felt that violent action was warranted. Indeed, the thing was to blow up the Houses of Parliament. In doing so, they would kill the king, maybe even the Prince of Wales, and the members of Parliament who were making things difficult for the Catholics. These conspirators are known as extremists and terrorists.

The conspirators carried thirty-six barrels of gunpowder; they stored them in a cellar, just under the House of Lords.

But as the group worked on the plot, it became clear that innocent people would be hurt or killed in the attack, including some people who even fought for more rights for Catholics. Some of the plotters started having second thoughts. One of the group members even sent an anonymous letter warning his friend, Lord Monteagle, to stay away from the Parliament on November fifth. Was the letter real?
The warning letter reached the King, and the King's forces made plans to stop the conspirators.

Guy Fawkes, who was in the cellar of the parliament with the thirty-six barrels of gunpowder when the authorities stormed it in the early hours of November fifth, was caught, tortured and executed.
They executed him by tying him to a plank of wood pushing it into the top of several stacks of hay and burning him to a frazzled crisp!

That is why we celebrate bonfire night every November fifth. Some people believe that Guy Fawkes was leader of the gunpowder plot, although it was just his ill-fate to be caught first.

"Remember, remember, the fifth of November; gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot!"

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"Titanic" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-25T14:03:00.003Z

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Titanic

Boarding the “unsinkable”

I gave the man my boarding pass and he let me aboard, on my way to my cabin on the Titanic I saw several people; sophisticated ladies in posh whalebone corsets and gowns, with small men carrying their luggage, men in tatty clothes carrying cigar boxes and books, stick-thin men with long, plum-colored tail-coats.
I was on my own, feeling like I stood out because of my independence.
Up on the rear deck I leaned over the rail and waved to mum and dad.
I was one small girl from little Southampton sailing to big New York.

“Iceberg, dead ahead!”

I was relaxing in a recliner when I heard; women and men dropped their brandy and screamed, a man in the bird’s nest which was suspended on a pole, shouted; “iceberg, dead ahead!”
I dropped my book and made for a lifeboat, as everyone else clambered in I noticed that they were all women and children.
I saw some men rushing for the lifeboats, the men guarding them said; “Women and children only, sir, sorry ‘bout that, best wait for the minute!”
I stood there, a tremble with fright as one of the funnels snapped off of the Titanic.
The Titanic lifted upwards with the bow pointing to the heavens, people held onto the railings, their sweaty palms slipping as others fell into the icy, perilous waters below.

The Carpathia

A ship much like the Titanic drew along side our lifeboat and we clambered up the ropes which were threw down to us.
The ship was called the “Carpathia”, a ship that just happened to be passing by our tragic incident.
We were given a cup of rosehip tea each and wrapped in tartan blankets.

“America!”

A boy came over to me, he was holding a mug of rosehip tea and wrapped in a tartan blanket, like me.
“Hello,” he stammered timidly. “I-I’m Chip, who are you?”
“I’m Elizabeth, sit down.”
But Chip didn’t sit down, all he did was point straight ahead and said; “what’s that?”
“More like where! It’s… is it? Yes! It is! America!”

New life, new parents

When we were off of the ship, Chip and I were to follow a man in a golden-laced, glacier blue tailcoat, an enormous top hat and giant, yellow bow-tie.
He led us into what looked like a very posh school, turns out that it was an orphanage.
I wasn’t an orphan, Chip was though, but mother and father had sent me here because they were short on rent for all three of us.
Chip and I shared a small room in the orphanage, until the day miraculously arrived.
“Here’s your new parents, children, come on, pip, pip, Scotland yard!”
We drove with our fosterers in a horse and carriage, which was being pulled by a beautiful horse with flanks of golden-sienna.
“What will our new names be?” I asked our fosterers, curiously.
“Would you like to keep your name?” said the woman, smiling down at me.
“I would, but what about Chip?”
“Chip, what’s your surname, dear?”
“I don’t know, missus,” Chip replied.
“Then I shall call you Chip Stanton, would you like that?”
“Yes, missus, very much, missus.”
“Oh and what was your name, my dear?” she asked me.
“Elizabeth Crawford.” I said.
“Then from now on, our estate shall be the Stanton and Crawford estate”.
This is my new life and new parents, whom I shall live with for the rest of my life.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Fantastica: Book 3: The Gorgon's Game" & Book 4:"County of the Unicorns" By Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-25T10:31:00.004Z

****This is book 3 of a series by Brandon - so make sure your read Books one and two first (scroll down below or use contents links on the right)******

Fantastica: Book 3: The Gorgon's Game

Dear readers.
We just want you to know, what has happened to us.
can happen to anyone.
Do not take any wrong turns on your way back home.
You never know where you may end up.
Yours sincerely.
Brandon H and Georgia B.

Chapter one
IN WHICH…
Mum gets kidnapped

Deep in the witching hour, when the creatures of the night are stirring, Aaron, Georgia and Brandon’s friend, woke with a jolt. He had just snapped out of a nightmare.
“Oh, god, I have to tell them (Georgia and Brandon) this!”
Aaron scampered in his slippers and dressing gown, to Brandon and Georgia’s house.
He walked on the damp ground and pounded urgently at the door with his fists and pressed the doorbell so fast that it wouldn't play anything but a continuous beep!

“Don't get your knickers in a knot!” yelled Brandon. “I'm coming, I'm coming.”
Brandon peered through the spy hole and saw Aaron red-faced and breathing heavily.
“Oh, it’s you Aaron. What do you want?”
“Can I speak to you and Georgia in your bedroom?”
“Fine, but it’s your fault if we're grumpy.”

Brandon led Aaron upstairs to his bedroom after waking Georgia up and turned on the light.
“Why my room?” inquired Brandon.
“Well I was hoping you'd do a drawing of my nightmare.”
“Get lost, not at this time of night, just look at the clock.”
`12 `o’ clock’
“OK.”

Brandon led Aaron up the stairs and told him to wait in his bedroom while he fetched Georgia.
Georgia moaned when Brandon nudged her, she had her eyes squinted, because in the mornings hers and Brandon’s vision is blurry.
“Why have you woken me up at this time of night, Brandon?” she inquired.
“Because Aaron’s here.” Brandon yawned.
“Aaron!?”
“I know crazy isn't it?”
“I'll say.”

“Right then, come on, Aaron’s waiting in my room.”

Aaron was sitting up on the ‘Purple Ronnie’ duvet, mumbling a tune.
“Right, on the bed and listen to my dream:

“You and Georgia were in it.”
“Mm hm”
“And your mother.”
“Get on with it.”
“Stop interrupting so I can.”
“Fine.”

“You were in your rooms, and Amy (mum) was in hers, a creature flew into her room and swooped her out of the window!”
“Good God! Check her room ! ”

Aaron went to the end of the corridor and peeked through Amy’s keyhole.
Quickly, he sprinted to Brandon and Georgia and told them :
“There’s something in Amy’s room!”
“What?”
“I don't know what it is.”
“Oh, God!”
“Sh!”
“Shut up!”
“Ssh!”
“We're being quiet!”

Quickly a plan formulated in both Georgia and Brandon’s head.
“See here,” they said together, “we're going to slip through the back door.”
“Jinx!” said Brandon.
“Jinx padlock!” said Georgia”
“Aw, phooey”

“This isn’t a laughing matter, guys,” interrupted Aaron, “and what if the thing follows us?”
“Just do it,” said Brandon.
“Fine, fine.”

Chapter two
IN WHICH…
The creature is made of stone.

When outside, Georgia, Aaron and Brandon ducked behind some bushes and peeped through a little gap.
“The creature’s out,” he said.

The creature looked like a dog-faced giraffe without spots; its gray skin looked suspiciously like stone. It was about the size of a large toddler.

Slumped over his shoulder, was a tall, thin woman in a skirt and cropped-top and a sack over her head.

“And it’s got mum!”

The thing crashed through the gates, scattering wood like hale-stones.
With a mighty leap, the creature flew into the midnight sky.

Chapter three
IN WHICH…
The trio share a vision and the secret is out.

The creatures eyes glinted, greedily, they looked down on the young woman huddled in the bed.
He crept towards her, and lunged as the terrified woman let out a piercing scream.
It shoved a sack over her head, and...

The children shook themselves from the vision.

They looked at each other three times, then nodded.
They had all seen the vision.

“Whoa, creepy,” said Georgia.

“Aaron,” said Brandon. “I'm going to let you in on mine and Georgia’s biggest secret ever”
“No,” objected Georgia.
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
“As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted,” Brandon turned to Georgia, “me and Georgia know about these things.”
“What things?” inquired Aaron.
“Things like, like… that thing.”
“Oh, right.”
“We've killed them too.”
“So?”
“We're going to kill that thing.”
“Nutter.”
“Was I supposed to hear that?”
No reply.

Chapter four
IN WHICH…
It is time to find mum.

All three children packed their rucksacks with a months supply of food and drink.
They lugged them on to their shoulders and stepped through the remains of the front gate.

The trio had recently found out that the creature was a gargoyle, by reading a copy of Arthur Spiderwick's field guide to the fantastical world around you.

“It’s time to find mum” Brandon announced.

Chapter five
IN WHICH…
Their perilous journey begins

The children started walking north, the way that the gargoyle flew.
This led them to a large field with hills dotted here and there and a great apple tree at the farthest end.

A pond was next to them, and they could hear the sound of sweet music coming from it.
They walked over to it and saw there a woman with translucent green skin.
She was playing a strange instrument like a flute, but smaller.
The brown hair of the woman was straight and dripping frequently with a strange liquid.

“La le lo le, do not sleep under the apple tree,” she sung.
“What is that?” Georgia and Aaron asked, pointing.
“It’s a nixie,” answered Brandon.

Aaron turned his attention to the nixie.

“Why not?” he said.
“La le, lo la,” she sang, “le lee” she dived under the pond without answering.

Chapter six
IN WHICH…
There is impending danger and a piskie-mouse.

“Wait, come back!” the children cried.

“There isn't a snowflake’s chance in a volcano of her coming back,” said a funny voice from beneath. “She simply delights in confusing passers-by.”

“Who’s there?” shouted the trio.
“Down here!” said the voice again.

Down on the ground was a largish field-mouse with a shiny bracelet around its waist.
There was an earring on his chewed left-ear.

“Who are you?” said Aaron.
“I am Billy C Harklark and I am here to warn you of impending danger”.
“Riiight” said Aaron, Georgia and Brandon.

“What are you?”
“What is this? An interrogation? I am a piskie-mouse”

“Well, anyway, we're off. See ya”.
“Good luck!”

Chapter seven
IN WHICH…
The trio are carried away by faerie folk.

“I feel tired,” said Georgia.
“Me too,” said Aaron.
“What did the nixie say, though?” pondered Brandon.
“I don't know,” said Aaron. “Let’s just crash under that apple tree.”
“Good idea,” said Georgia.

The three unloaded some food out of their bags and ate it.
Soon later, the children fell asleep on the dewy grass.

When they woke up, the children felt as though they were hanging upside-down.
As a matter of fact, they were as Georgia’s hair was touching the ground and Brandon’s jacket was hanging over his face.

They looked up and saw that their arms and legs were tied to a long branch being carried by two people.

One was a woman in a leafy blouse and dress, her skin was light brown. Her hair was wound round and round above her head.

The other was a man with pale, green speckled skin, like the underbelly of a frog.
His hair was long and black.
His clothes were also leafy but more colourful.

“Where are you taking us?” said Georgia.

No response.

Chapter eight
IN WHICH…
There are elves.

The children had fallen asleep while they were trying to get an answer from the faerie folk, and missed half of what they would have seen.

In front of them now, was a mound of grass surrounded by toadstools, a man like the other one carrying them with a bow and arrow stared at us as though we were a plate piled up with cockroaches.

“Em, yas nepo,” said the woman.

“That’s just what the dragon at home said,” whispered Brandon.
“What dragon?” asked Aaron.
“Long story”

The toadstools disappeared, and the two people charged in the direction of the hedge.

The people passed through the hill as though it were water.

Inside the hill it was bigger than outside, like Doctor Who’s Tardis.
There were loads of people like the people carrying the three, all dressed in leafy clothes.

Most of them were dancing around to Irish music, and there were smaller people in the corners sewing what looked like shoes.

“Elves” whispered Brandon.

Chapter nine
IN WHICH…
There are changelings and an Elven council.

The elves let go of the children and marched them to three small stools and ordered them to sit.

A tall female elf came from over a far corner, with a jug of maple syrup, which she offered the three children.

“Don’t drink it” mouthed Aaron to the others.
So Georgia and Brandon didn’t drink any maple syrup.

The elf had a Canadian accent, which the children found out at the Elven council.

The Canadian elf sat on top of a smooth tree which was bent into the ground, and said:

“You have trespassed upon our boundaries, why?”
“We’ve come to look for our mum and Aaron here’s helping us out,” Brandon said.
“Pardon?”
“I art Brandon and this is Georgia and Aaron, we hast cometh to thy boundaries to find our mother”
“Ah, I see, in the meantime we shall keep you here”
“What!?”

The elf gestured to three mounds of leaves, all red, golden and amber.

The three watched in astonishment as the leaves swirled into human shapes and the leaves swirled down to reveal three children, all exact replicas of the trio.

Changelings.

Chapter ten
IN WHICH…
The changelings die and the trio break out.

“One, two, three…” whispered Aaron “…strangle!”

The children leapt from their seats, and pounced on the changelings; they cupped their hands around the changelings’ necks and bashed their heads on the floor.
Sappy blood seeped from their crowns and rolled onto the floor, as all of this happened, the changelings’ skin started to waste away in leafy, petal shapes which swirled up into the air and disappeared.

When this happened, the children also started to fade away.
Starting with the legs then the torso and arms and lastly, the head.

Their bodies reappeared in a small, cramped stone room, with a pewter throne in the middle, curtains hung over the holes in the walls, long, tatty pieces of aged, yellow cloth with bloody stains.

The children looked around and at such an inappropriate time, said;
“The people who live here have absolutely no fashion sense.”

At that point, dog-like creatures with long necks, creatures that were small and pot-bellied with pig like appearances, emerged from inside the wall.

Then, as if by magic, sabers appeared in the children’s hands and automatically started puncturing the skins of the creatures’ and slicing off their heads.

In a few minutes, the sabers stop killing and disappeared.
The little room was now littered with dead gargoyles.

A fragile-looking figure of a hunched woman in a charcoal-gray cloak, emerged in a cloud of smoke, Cionacs’ broke through the surface of her hood.

“Fascinating creatures, gargoyles, aren't they?” she said in a raspy voice.

She pointed a long, bony finger at a corner of the room, a long, slender figure in shackles and a sack over her head.

Automatically, the children gasped;
“Mum!” and “Oh, my god! Amy!”

“Is she…?”
“Dead? Heavens, no. Knocked out, asleep”

Georgia and Brandon lifted the sack off of Amy’s head and saw the grossest, most contorted face they had ever seen in their whole lives.

They stared at the hunched figure for quite some time and her body straightened out, became more slender, the wrinkles on her fingers disappeared as though they had been ironed out.

She pulled back her hood and the children observed that she was a new-world gorgon, who had taken the form of their mother.

“Oh, my god!” the children chorused “Oh, my god, oh, my god!”

Wands appeared in the children’s hands and pointed directly at the gargoyle.

There were three flashes, all going towards the gorgon, which all flashed back and sent the children flying into three, separate cages, which bound up with vines which obscured the children’s view.

Brandon tried cutting through the cage with his pocket-knife, it cut the vines but not the metal.

A gargoyle scampered towards them and offered help, the gorgon saw this and, summoning all her power so that she lit up like a star, all this energy surged through her and slithered all over, like Cionacs, that all welled up into her hands and blasted the gargoyle, which gray skin, hardened like granite.

The gargoyle’s granite body tilted and swayed, it went this way and that, like a pendulum.
The gargoyle fell against the cages which smashed into each other, which made the cages’ doors swing violently open.

The gorgon’s head swivelled round and watched, terror-stricken, as the children hauled themselves off the ground and dusted the earth off of them.

“But…” she began, her face started to contort, she reached for a flask which seemed to be made of a frog’s underbelly.
Her flask slipped from her grasp and the face which was on Amy, faded away.
The children were awestruck as the face on the gargoyle, floated gently through the air and landed on Amy’s face.

The gorgon, however, returned to her natural, contorted self.

The children held onto Amy at this moment because she started to peel just like the children did, in leafy, petal shapes.
They all disappeared and Amy was lying with the children on her bed and was awake again.

Chapter eleven
IN WHICH…
The family and friend are home again.

Amy gathered the strength to stand up, the shackles disappeared but they left a mark as though a red hot bangle had been put on her wrist.

“Would you three like to tell me what’s going on, please?” Amy said.
“Amy,” Aaron said. “We've just been attacked by gargoyles’ to save your life, can we have just a little praise, please?”
“I know but that isn't what I asked, is it?”

“Well, me and Georgia have been fighting fantasy creatures since the same day that you called the police.”
“Have you? And today was to save my life, you children are my heroes”

Amy tousled Aaron’s hair and planted a kiss on Georgia and Brandon’s heads.

The trio may have more adventures, who knows?
Maybe soon there will be four children, we'll just have to wait and see.

End of book three

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Thursday 4th December

****Editors note: The 'strange markings' in the following story were beautifully laid out by Brandon but unfortunately the website/blogger programme would not allow it. I have had to substitute with 'Webdings' font which unfortunately is not as effective. Sorry Brandon!******

Fantastica: County of the Unicorns

Chapter one
IN WHICH…
The trio becomes a quartet.

“Catch!” shouted Aaron, serving a ball.
Brandon attempted a catch which turned out to be ill-fated.
“This is too easy!” Aaron said, serving again.

“Can I play with you guys?” Asked a voice behind them.
The trio looked to see who it was; it was Chloe, a bright blonde-haired girl in a red coat, who was also in year six.

“Sure, Chloe,” They said.

And so the ‘catch championships’ began.

Chapter two
IN WHICH…
The sky is opening.

Chloe pointed towards the sky, the others observed what she had seen.

“Oh, my god!” they shouted.

The sky tore open, a great gash of light started to curl at its edges, the edges set on fire and burned outwards.

The gash started to swirl and glow harder, the quartet were drawn closer to it, Georgia and Brandon acted casually like this was an everyday thing, Aaron acted slightly amazed, Chloe was just plain gob smacked!

“What,” she said, “is that?”

“Long story,” the others said.

The four started to wobble in a dazed motion, their eyes became cloudy and they saw two of things; two trees, two of each other…

“Wh… What’s…?” The four dropped to the floor.

Chapter three
IN WHICH…
They are in Fantastica; county of the unicorns.

Birds hovered overhead, the sun cast a pale light over the quartet’s sleeping bodies, and the sun was like a pale coin that someone very high in the sky was dangling.

The children awoke and a slight breeze played across their faces.

They were in a meadow, lush, green grass mingled with the air, daisies and buttercups swayed softly. There were trees as high as shacks piled on top of each other, with twisted knotholes which seemed to be watching them.

Nearby, animals that looked like bleach-white ponies grazed on the grass and lapped from a pool full of still, clear water.

“Wow,” the quartet’s voices were extended.

One of the “ponies”, turned around and the quartet saw what the “ponies” really were.

Its eyes were like glaciers, a color of the palest blue. A single horn twisted above its head, which shimmered in the sun.

The unicorn, for that’s what it was, whinnied and the others came cantering into a cluster around it.

The unicorn that they had seen first, tilted its head downwards and observed the children, sniffing them, its shaggy mane tickling their faces, which made them chuckle.

“I Thought that I wouldn’t ever see the day,” it said, Chloe being the only one who’s lower jaw hung open.

“Salutations, children. I am Strawberry, these are my followers; Manticora, Miscellanocious, Thistlebud and Clover. We are, as you can see; unicorns. Legend says that we were hunted for our healing properties and horns which bestowed wishes. That is only partly true; we do have healing properties, but cannot bestow wishes. The other reason that we were hunted was that we started a war, years ago here in the world of Fantastica.”

“Fantastica?” Children in a surprised tone. “This place is called Fantastica?”

“Aye, children. For this is a world of fantastical creatures and objects, you could be in the middle of Nowhere-‘Nowhere,’ is spelt with a capital letter because it is a glade in Fantastica- and you could be being watched by the sprites, or the gremlins or even the trees.”
“So this place-that we’ve visited so many times- isn’t on Earth?” Said Brandon.

“It is on Earth, just in a place only the chosen ones can travel to.”

“So we’re the chosen ones?” They asked.
“I take it that you are,” he raised his head towards the sky, and said with awe: “the four of legend.”
“Wait, wait. You must be mistaken. We ent anyone special, just two of us keep getting sucked into Fantastica, and that’s Georgia and me,” said Brandon.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me about this place?” Said Chloe. “I take it that Aaron knows too?”
“Yeah, he does, but that’s only because he got tangled up in it. We didn’t tell anyone else ‘cause we didn’t think they’d believe it so we kept quiet about it.”
“Oh, sorry I snapped.”

“Nus, hchctawtekcop,” said Strawberry.

The sun shone brighter and little un-understandable looking markings appeared and swirled on the face of the sun.

“Has been two-thousand and eight years since any human stepped forth into Fantastica, the exact amount of time that he said.” Strawberry whinnied excitedly.

“Really? I thought that he was dead.”

“You must be the chosen ones; the four of legend!”

“King Starbuck was right.”

“King Starbuck?” inquired the quartet.

“He is the king. The great, noble king. He has foretold that this day would come! And so it has! You are the four of legend!”

“Four of legend. Is there any history on them?”

“Yes, I shall show you immediately!”

In a glade, that Strawberry had led the four into was a twisted tree stump, with a book, bound in what looked like animal skin, probably from a gremlin.
As the children stalked towards it, the pages turned left and landed on some strange markings, like the ones that were on the sun.

The children and Strawberry loomed over the page.

‘The four of legend,’ was the title, which was the only part in English.

The four of legend are the only humans able to step into Fantastica. Legend says that they must venture to Angel Island to prevent hell’s demonic plague from being spread by the evil omen himself, Satacrisatia.

The markings faded and in their place, English writing said:

The four of legend are the only humans able to step into Fantastica. Legend says that they must venture to Angel Island to prevent hell’s demonic plague from being spread by the evil omen himself, Satacrisatia.

“What are the names of the four of legend?” Asked Chloe.

The page altered and said, in the same, strange markings:

Brandon Georgia Aaron Chloe

The page altered again and said, in bad spelling:

Bryndun, Jyorja, Aarun, Clowee.

“Our names aren’t spelt right,” said Brandon.

The names vanished and in its place, said:

Brandon, Georgia, Aaron, Chloe.

“That’s us,” said Chloe.

“Indeed it is,” said Strawberry.

“But, Strawberry, who wrote this book? How do they know about us?”

“I must take you to the very man himself! He shall tell you. Jump onto my back, children.”

Strawberry galloped, he built such speed that the horseshoes on his feet gave off sparks, which set the grass alight.

Strawberry stopped in front of a huge castle, with towers at the sides, a huge, mahogany, arch-shaped door and a giant drawbridge to cross the lake around it.

The four dismounted from Strawberry’s back and stood there for five or ten minutes, their mouths gaping.

Chapter four
IN WHICH…
The quartet meets King Starbuck.

“Gink Starbuck, ti si tsuj I, Strawberry, yam I emoc ni?”

These Fantasticans speak funny, thought Chloe. What the hell does ‘yam I emoc ni’ mean?

A booming but withered sounding voice rang out from a room in the castle; “René, gnu Strawberry”

Strawberry led the children through tall, red-bricked turrets and up long, winding staircases; the children couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off of his feet.

His feet were like normal, human feet, except smaller, his small toes protruded from underneath fluffy heels.

They slowly walked through an archway which was at the very top of the staircase, into a small room.

Around them were things that looked like they were from the human world; an old, wind-up radio, some battered armchairs, etc…

Slumped in one of the armchairs was a midget of a man; he had small, beady black eyes that were so slit-ed that they could have crawled through a closed, Venetian blind. His beard was long and wiry, with a spray of white running down the middle. On the top of his head stood a magnificent, emerald encrusted crown, with spears rising from the rim. He was reading what looked like a newspaper.

“Fantastica’s governors screwing things up again, as usual,” he said grumpily.

“Gink Starbuck,” Strawberry perked up “easnt era eht nendlich. Eht Ruof Fo Dnegell, fi I ma tecerroc.”

King Starbuck nodded and slid a pair of horned, half-moon spectacles on.

“Come in, come in!” Starbuck said, not bothering to hide his glee “sit down on the sofa, rest your feet on the pouffes!”

“There aren’t any pouffes or a sofa, your majesty,” said Aaron.

The dwarf-like king-or ‘gink’ as Fantasticans call him- pointed at the armchair and did a swish and flick motion with his hand.

The armchair stretched at both sides, staining, making grunting noises as though it was alive. Two morphed up in the middle of the other two. The sofa started to swirl at the bottom, bits ripped out of it, making pouffes that were perfect ovals.

“So,” he said “sit down”.
The quartet did reluctantly as they were told.

“So, Four Of Legend, eh?”

Chapter five
IN WHICH…
The quartet is prepared for what is ahead.

“Oh, um, suppose so,” the quartet answered. “Why are we sucked into Fantastica again?”

“Because we need to prepare you for what is ahead, a war, a horrible, bloody war.”

“Who is this war against?” Chloe asked.

“Satacrisatia; a despicable demon from Vampire Beach where the fruit bats reside”.

“Vampire Beach?”

“Yes, you must go to Angel Island to thwart his plan of spreading the demonic plague to all of the residents”.

“Residents?”

“The death-foreseeing banshees, phookas, seamaids, seakings, burrowing beaver people…”

“Are all of those…on our side?”

“Yes, Angel Island is home to our side, although…”

“Although what?”

“Although if we do not stop Satacrisatia soon…Angel Island will be ruins and the residents will die”.

“When do we start to thwart him?”
“Tomorrow”.
Tomorrow dawned and the curtains of the bed chamber that the quartet had used to sleep in fluttered.

“King Starbuck said that we should see Minestrone Knight in the hall today!” Shouted Chloe, pulling the covers off of the separate beds and rustling the others.

“Oh yeah, we do as well, c’mon guys,” said Aaron.

Chapter six
IN WHICH…
The quartet is suited up.

In the hall which was full of paintings of past kings and queens and armour was a dog-like being with blue-black fur and a tweed waistcoat; his ears were tall and pointy like a rabbits’, there was no mistake that he was a phooka.

“Follow me!” He beckoned hurryingly.

He led them into what looked like an Arthurian dressing room; it had four dressing screens made from the hide of an old world wyrm.

“Why are we here?” Aaron.

“To suit you up, your armour is hanging upon hangers in those cubicles that King Starbuck st…borrowed from the first dimension”.

In the cubicles were red robes, breast plates, gauntlets, chain mail and different helmets.

They stepped out from behind their screens; their armour fitted them all perfectly.

The phooka gestured to the far corner of the room where there stood four weapons; a sword, a saber, a javelin and a halberd.

The children slowed themselves down even though they were in a seriously excited rush to train with the weapons.

Brandon picked up the saber; “I could do some serious damage with this!” He admired it and tried to remember what he had learnt in his fencing class. He measured the weight and size and did a few practice swings.

Aaron picked up the sword; “god, this is so light; I think it’s a part of me!”
Aaron did the same as Brandon and stepped aside for the girls.

“I think Chloe should go before me, she is the latest person to find out this.” She said, giving Chloe a pat on the back and a gentle push.
Chloe bent down and hesitated before grasping the halberd; “It looks like an axe.”
She traveled to the left corner of the room and violently tackled a rugby ball that King Starbuck had ‘borrowed’.

Georgia had to have the javelin; she opened the arched window and aimed with precision at a tree, the javelin hit the tree and was stuck in it like a fly in honey.

They were all happy with their weapons.

They suddenly started to peel in petal shapes like the last time that they traveled to Fantastica.

Chapter seven
IN WHICH…
The battle begins.

They were in the middle of a burning wreckage of mud huts, galleons and bones; the sound of screams and tramping feet were audible as they were carried by the breeze.

Demonic-looking creatures emerged from the wreckages and stared blankly at the four of legend; they advance with their weapons.

A shadow loomed into vision, covering the grass like tarmac.

“Satacrisatia,” muttered the phooka.

He was at least seven feet tall with huge arms and hands the size of stereos.
He had amber eyes like cats’; he had teeth like sheep though they looked threatening.

He looked down, reached out a grubby hand and snatched Chloe; she managed to grasp her halberd firmly.

He breathed on her, she turned a ghastly shade of the palest white, she had small, black markings around her eyes.

Chloe went limp in his gigantic fist, the halberd landed thump on the floor.

Aaron charged with his sword, in the light of the fire, markings engraved in gold flashed down the blade of the sword.

Two large humps appeared on his ankles, they burst through his chain mail as wings.

Aaron whisked into the air, sword flashing, wings flapping…

The sword pierced Satacrisatia’s body and he stared; the sword glinted brightly and it coursed through his body.

Satacrisatia fell backwards and squashed some of the demons, a few minutes later, and the sword pulled itself out of Satacrisatia’s body and glowed.

Aaron clutched it, felt Satacrisatia’s chest. “He’s still breathing, he’s out cold,” he said. “We’d better get a move on before he wakes up”.

Chapter eight
IN WHICH…
The battle is won…but by whom?

The quartet wandered through the Beach of Angel Island, Chloe was still unconscious, and she was between the arms of Brandon and Aaron.

Dragging Chloe and seeing which direction they were in was a pain, they always had to check and see if they were losing grip or tightening it too much.

Chloe started to lift her head, the markings around her eyes faded and her face flushed when she saw who was holding her.

“Normally,” she said “I’d have slapped you two in your faces if this wasn’t happening, but in this case I’ll make an exception”.

The shadow loomed over them again. Chloe found her feet again and grasped her halberd.

She swung it into his foot, all three of his toes blackened and fell of, and they burnt to ashes.

Satacrisatia roared in pain, he went to grab Chloe again but couldn’t because she ducked and dived.

This time he roared in anger and tried to grab them all, Chloe fainted again.

Georgia brought up her javelin and Brandon did a fencing move with his saber.

The saber went straight through Satacrisatia's leg and the javelin cleaned his neck and stayed there.

He collapsed and groaned, his eyes drooped shut and his arm slid off his chest.

The children removed their weapons from his body and raised them in joy; Aaron and Brandon picked her up again and dragged her body towards the castle.

Chapter nine
IN WHICH…
The quartet is knighted and crowned.

The quartet was asked to sit on thrones; Chloe had a few bruises and a crutch but wore her armour over her still.

They each knelt in front of King Starbuck while he knighted them princes and princesses of Fantastica.

The crowning ceremony began and each was given crowns and tiaras.

The new names were given out; “Prince Aaron, ‘Aaron the adamant’” said King Starbuck. “Prince Brandon, ‘Brandon the brave’, Princess Georgia, ‘Georgia the great’, and, finally, Princess Chloe, ‘Chloe the courageous’”.

The looked at each other and grinned. “One question though, King Starbuck: are we the…the heirs?” asked Brandon. “Even if we leave Fantastica?”

“Yes, time will pass and I will be old and weary, but when the time is ripe, you will return to Fantastica, probably when you least expect it to”.

The children peeled, first their legs, then torsos and then their heads; “goodbye!” They shouted before they disappeared.

Chapter ten
IN WHICH…
The quartet is home again.

The quartet was on the lush, green grass outside of Hillside Park, they were still in chain mail and they had their weapons and crowns.

“Quick, let’s…Chloe, your crutch is gone! And your bruises and bandages!” Shouted Georgia. “Let’s get inside before anyone sees us in this get-up”.

Brandon and Georgia invited Aaron’s mum and Chloe’s mum, to their house to explain what had happened, when they told them they were absolutely horrified and gob smacked!

A short raving at and praise later, the children collapsed on the sofa and slept for two days.

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By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"Fantastica: Book2: Here there be dragons" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-25T09:50:00.002Z

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This is book 2 of Fantastica - so make sure you read Book 1 (scroll down below) first!
Fantastica:‘Here, there be dragons’

Dear readers.
We just want you to know, what has happened to us.
can happen to anyone.
Do not take any wrong turns on your way back home.
You never know where you may end up.
Yours sincerely.
Brandon H and Georgia B.

Chapter one
IN WHICH…
They meet a piskie.

“Tag!” shouted Brandon.
He and Georgia were playing ‘tag’.
“Unfair” sulked Georgia “you’re wearing heelys”.

Ting, ting, ting!
What was that noise?
Ting, ting, ting!
There it was again.
“Can you hear that?” asked Georgia, Brandon.
Brandon, who was particularly deaf, replied.
“Yeah, I think so. A bit.”

Brandon, turned his head downwards, to see a small, china-doll-faced little girl.
She had a scruffy fringe and pony tail, which hung over her shoulder.
A potato sack, draped over her as a dress, with daffodil flowers at her heels.
On her head, was a lit candlestick, in a lamp.

“Hello” she said. “I’m Rose”.

Chapter two
IN WHICH…
The piskie gets new clothes.

Georgia and Brandon were not-so-freaked-out, at this little cherub.
(After seeing the Cionac, the ogre and the troll, nothing seems to scare them).

“Aren’t you itching in that sack?” inquired Georgia to the piskie.
“Rather a lot, why?” chirruped the piskie.
“We’ve probably got some clothes for you”

“Georgia” interrupted Brandon, nudging Georgia “what are you playing at? We’ve no clothes that’ll fit her”.
“Oh, you’ll see what I have in mind”.

Georgia and Brandon ran into the house and went straight to Brandon’s bedroom, the piskie, Rose, followed close behind.
“Brandon, get a pair of boxers for Rose,” ordered Georgia.
Brandon, rummaged through his underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of faded, red boxers.
He measured them against Rose; they fit, so he put them on her.
Next, Georgia opened the attic door, on the ceiling.
She ducked down; and went to a pile of black-bags in the corner.
She tugged at the strong knots which held them together and pulled out an ice-cream-pink top, with a princess motif across it.
“D’you think this’d look nice on the piskie, pixie, cherub, the…whatever it is?”
“Yeah, ‘spose so”.
Georgia, put the tee-shirt on the piskie, it was a little baggy on Rose, but she didn’t mind.

Chapter three
IN WHICH…
They meet an elf

The piskie, took off on the front lawn, beckoning them with one of her pin-sized-fingers.
“I think she wants us to follow her,” said Georgia.
“Eh?” said Brandon.
“I SAID, I THINK SHE...Oh, for god’s sake, come on”.
The piskie, sprinted across the dewy grass, towards the gate.
Her face, now turning a light scarlet, her wings flapping slowly with exhaustion.
She stumbled, fell, then got to her feet and beckoned Georgia and Brandon again.
“Hurry, hurry” she panted.

They all stopped at the gate.
And they caught sight of a pot-bellied, little man.
He had small, pointed ears, which were both pierced with golden rings.
He had a large strip of cloth, tied with strong twine, around his waist, acting as a skirt.
With a green tattered shirt; and ancient leather jacket.

“'ello” he chirruped, in a rather throaty voice “oo, are you then?”
“I’m Brandon,” stammered Brandon, “and this is Georgia.”
“No, no. Not that,” he said, annoyed. “What are you, what are you?”
“Er, humans”.
“Yes, that’s what I meant. Now, follow me”.

The elf, led them through damp, underground tunnels, covered in moss; and across land, facing dangerous gremlins.
At last, they came to a familiar sight.
The bridge.

“But the troll’s there,” said Georgia. “Brandon, have you got your pocket-laser?”
“Torch!” Brandon, reached into his back-pocket and bought out his mini-torch.

Georgia took the torch; and edged towards the bridge.
Just like the first time, the planks creaked when she stepped on them, waking the troll.
Suddenly, slowly, the creature emerged, showing it’s crooked nose and cracked ribs.
There was a black scar, where his left eye would have been.

“Oi,” cried Georgia. “Want some of this?!”
Georgia, switched on the torch; and beamed it at the troll’s mouth.
The troll, roared in pain, flailing it’s arms.
It’s arms stopped flailing.
His chest, stopped heaving with each breath.
It gasped, coughed and spluttered.
Let out a beaten groan; and sank to the bottom of the lake.

Chapter four
IN WHICH…
The piskie’s candle goes to good use.

They jumped the hole-in-the-middle of the bridge; and scattered in a pile underground.
They looked up and saw another hole, punched in the surface earth.
“Damn it” scolded Georgia and Brandon.
That was the only thing they could see.

“Rose” said Georgia. Rose, kneeling down. “Could I just borrow your candle?”
The piskie, stood on tip-toe, losing a bit of her balance.
“Here.” She gave Georgia her candle stick.

The candle stick, gave off a dim glow, illuminating the cave.
Golds, roses and silvers, sparkled like glitter on the cave walls.

There were fat, small things bobbing about in the air. heads, long, frilly fronds, hung like with purple shells and glacier-blue heads. Long, glittering capes, hung from their stomachs, like curtains.

“Faeries,” observed Rose, “my friends”.
Rose, chirruped something to the faeries; and the faeries, flew Georgia and Brandon out of the hole in the surface, their long, elegant wings, flapping like a bird’s wings.

Chapter five
IN WHICH…
They ride…on a dragon.

After being brought out of the hole, Georgia, gave the piskie her candle stick back.
“Well, that was very polite of them,” she said.
They dusted their trousers; and tidied their hair with Brandon’s aerosol of 'Shockwaves' gel spray.

Then they saw something not as peculiar, as it would have been, before the Cionac, ogre and troll.
A long, horny, scarlet tail, slithered into the bushes.
Brandon and Georgia, peeked through the gap the tail had made; and there they saw an extraordinary sight.
“Oh, my god” they chorused “Oh, my god, oh, my god”.

There, in front of them, was something long and red, with golden horns, all the way down the back.
It, had a pointed face and cat-like ears, it’s amber eyes, blinked several times, until they met Georgia and Brandon.
“It’s a dragon,” observed Brandon.
“Well, duh,” Georgia was standing, perfectly motionless.

It stared at them for a while.
Then it rose and skulked towards them.
“Children, children,” it croaked. “I’ve been waiting for you.” It’s voice was similar to the troll’s.
“Come, onto my back, I, will fly you home”.
“D’you think he’s safe?” Brandon whispered to Georgia.
“How should I know?”
“Have you ever watched Eragon?”
“No”.

“Come on!” The dragon’s voice sounded angry and impatient.
“Come on, Brandon do as it says.” Georgia was not used to disobeying people. “I think he’s safe”.
“ARE YOU NUTS!?” cried Brandon. “It’s back’s very spiky”.
When Brandon said that, a glimmer of light shone near the dragon’s back, the glimmer (like the ogre) burst into a heap of red powder, that grew into two saddles.

They were made of leather.
They were bister-coloured.
They were of irresistible comfort.

They reluctantly saddled the dragon up, Brandon in front, Georgia on back.
Brandon, held onto the dragons neck. Georgia, held Brandon’s shoulders.

The dragon, scraped his back heels against the ground, flapped it’s huge, scarlet wings, and took off.
Georgia and Brandon, were fifty feet in the air, feeling very scared.
The dragon, stopped in mid flight.
In front of it, Georgia and Brandon, stood two large oak trees, blocking their way.
“Em yas nepo,” said the dragon, under it’s breath.
The trees, burnt to the ground and the dragon passed through.
“What does that mean?” asked Georgia and Brandon.
“Open says me, of course,” he replied, chortling. “I, see your house” the dragon headed down.

Chapter six
IN WHICH…
They get home (as always the end chapter is).

The dragon, landed safely in the back yard, without their mum seeing.
It’s head slid’ therefore flattening hole patches of roses.
“Oh, for goodness sake, those are mums favourite roses!” exclaimed Brandon.
“She won’t see,” said Georgia, “she has hundreds”.
Brandon and Georgia, wanted to do a favour for the dragon, since it had flown them home.
“You can sleep in the barn next door,” they said. “It’s abandoned”.
“Thank you, children.” The dragon, trotted towards the barn.
“Come on Brandon,” said Georgia,“if we don’t get in fast enough, mum’ll kill us."

End of book two
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By Brandon H

Age10

Class 6KR

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"Fantastica: Book One" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-24T21:16:00.004Z

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Fantastica : Book One

Dear readers.
We just want you to know, what has happened to us,
can happen to anyone.
Do not take any wrong turns on your way back home.
You never know where you may end up.
Yours sincerely.
Brandon H & Georgia B.

Chapter one

IN WHICH…
You meet Georgia and Brandon.

Brandon’s alarm clock sang a continuous high pitched note.
This echoed through the house, consequently waking everyone in it.

Brandon was a very pale boy. He was so pale, his mother tells him he makes snow look dark. He wasn’t very tall, either.

His sister, Georgia (who didn’t have the same last name as him).
However, was much taller than him.

Chapter two

IN WHICH…
They get lost.

School, had just finished.
Georgia and Brandon, were walking back home (The long way as always).
“Looking forward to the holidays, sis?” asked Brandon.
“You bet” she replied.
They trudged through the forest, through clumps of weeds and fallen branches.
They suddenly stopped, dead in their tracks.
Both as still as a cat, spying on its prey.
Georgia managed to murmur a.
“What the heck is that?”
What was “that” though?
I suppose you are wondering what “it” is, eh?
Well, there was a thick vine, in the shape of a snake and it was moving (well, slithering actually).
Heading straight for them.
Suddenly, they broke their trance and stampeded in the direction of their school.
Once again, they stopped.
In front of them a great wall of vines, was blocking their path.

The “snake” now closer than ever.
Started sprouting a pair of long, leathery wings, like a dragon’s.

Brandon, fumbled around in the back pocket of his trousers,
looking for his pocket knife.
He then carved an arc shape into the thick wall and kicked it.
Leaving a gaping hole.

Together, they sprinted through it and got away.
“Where are we?” said Georgia.

Chapter three

IN WHICH…
They deal with an ogre.

Brandon and Georgia, stopped running.
Brandon leant against a tree.
“Owch!” something said in a booming gruff voice.
“What?” exclaimed Georgia and Brandon.
“Who said that?”.
“Bulgerth” announced the creature, proudly.

The tree that Brandon had leant against, caught on fire.
Then crumpled to the floor.
Revaling a humungous…Thing.

It had large, twiggy horns, sprouting from his knuckles and back.
He had small, yellow piggy eyes and teeth like screwdrivers, stuck out of it’s mouth.

“What are you?” asked Brandon.
“An ogre” said Bulgerth “A man-eating ogre”.
And lunged tree-trunk thick arm and thorn-covered hand toward them.
“I is enjoying gobblerring up little chiddles like yous two”.
“Well you en’t eating us” cried Brandon and stuck his pocket knife in Bulgerth’s eye.
“That tickles!” he cackled.
Brandon quickly took his pocket knife and put it back in his back pocket.

On the ground, there was a piece of granite.
It had a faint purple glow to it.
Brandon quickly scooped it up and chucked it violently at Bulgerth.
Bulgerth squealed in pain and burst into a heap of red powder which grew immediately into another tree.

Chapter four

IN WHICH…
They cross a bridge, with a lurking river troll.

“There’s a bridge up-a-head” said Brandon.
The bridge, looked old.
Correction:
very, very old.
It, had musty, rotten planks of wood; and there was a gaping hole-in-the-middle.
The rest of the bridge, was made of hard, jagged rocks, held together with thin cement.

Georgia and Brandon, stepped, tentatively onto the first step.
CREAK!
With that ‘creak’, something began to surface from out of the hole.

First, came what looked like a… club.
Then, the top of a head, covered with grime.
The whole of the head surfaced.
It, had a crooked nose, and beady, amber eyes, like a cats.

“Whaaat haave we heere? It croaked, in a deep, hungry voice “lunch!”
It’s body surfaced showing cracked ribs and a shrivelled stomach.
“Youu, look tasty” he whispered.
“Brandon” said Georgia “give me your pocket laser”.
“Torch” Brandon said.
“Whatever” Georgia, took Brandon’s torch; and beamed it directly, into the troll’s left eye.
The troll, squealed in pain and his eye, burst into flame.
It sank back through the hole, into the lake.
Cursing Brandon and Georgia, with words I daren’t write.

Chapter five

IN WHICH…
They almost get home and Brandon gets trapped.

At the other end of the bridge, Georgia looked up and said in exclamations.
“Look! Up- a-head! I can see the school!”
Together they ran, toward the school.
Huffing and puffing, Their legs going like the clappers.
“Aah!” cried Brandon.
Strong vines, were climbing up Brandon's legs.
Brandon, tried reaching into his back-pocket but the vines, had already covered it.
“D**n it” Brandon, started tearing at the vines.
But that only tangled his hands up.

Now that his hands were in the vines, he sawed himself out of the vines.
“Georgia” he said “catch” he threw his pocket-knife to her.
Georgia, sawed urgently through the vines at the sole of his shoe.
The vines snapped and slipped off of Brandon’s legs, sending him toppling over.

Chapter six

IN WHICH…
They run from gremlins.

Georgia and Brandon, sprinted through the forest, heading for the school.
Suddenly, they stopped and listened.
They could hear rough, coarse, throaty noises, coming from not-so-far away.
There was a hollow log, with holes in the rear and front.

Half-a-dozen bloated, red bodies, with hairless, broken ears and pupiless white eyes.
They, were carrying sharp sticks and they had saucepans on their heads.

They started at Georgia and Brandon, causing them to run as well.
They kept on running, until they got to the school gates.
They shot through them, like a bullet- from- a- gun, locking them behind them.

Chapter seven

IN WHICH…
They get home.

“Georgia?” asked Brandon, "Georgia do you think mum phoned the police?”
“More than likely,” Georgia said.
By the time they reached home, their mother was on the phone.
She looked out of the window, her face was wet- as- a -flannel with tears.
“They’re here” her tears dried almost instantly and a look-of-anger, grew upon her face.
“Where, have you been?!” she demanded “it’s three in the morning! I’ve been worried sick!”
“Um” said Georgia and Brandon.
“Oh, well. At least you’re alive”
“Yeah, we guess so”.
“You must be so tired, go to bed”.
Georgia and Brandon, trudged up the stairs, went to their separate bedrooms and collapsed into a heavy sleep on their beds, without bothering to change.

End of book one

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"Why me?" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-24T20:55:00.003Z

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Brandon has created a story - a piece of fictional family history..........

Why me?

Chapter one...

I hate this day. The day that my mum got hitched with the worst step dad.
EVER!
Being piggy in the middle is what I do best; complaints and arguments bounce off of me like I am a rubber-ball.
Mum got married in nineteen-eighty-three and soon after, dad died.
His name was Benny, he was so sweet and kind and gentle.
Now mum married this lump and he treats me like it’s Victorian London; spank here, spank there, clip round the ear, press weight down on head, etcetra…
If they don't divorce (hopefully very quickly) then I'll go cuckoo- crazy and delirious.
Why me?

Chapter two…

My disgusting, carbuncle of a step dad and my unbelievable mum are downstairs watching their wedding video on their, cheap cassette player (did I mention my step dad bought it, I never want to touch that)
Now it gets to the soppy bit, where stepdaddy-dearest says “I love you, my angelic cherub.”
Talk about fake and absolute… ick
If my step dad is an angel, he has devil horns, glasses, a moustache and a ruddy-great dagger!
If he was I would chuck a whopping demolition ball at him (if you can call him a him, I bet he’s a pot-bellied, green alien from the planet Uranus)!
I storm downstairs and pull the cassette player from its sockets and stamp on top of it with my football-boots, I then violently remove the wedding video and fiddle with the tape inside of it.
“There! Oh, and, step-daddy dearest, I think you’ll be pleased to know that I printed a divorce sheet off of the Internet and signed in both of your names. And now, mummy-dearest, your name is Louisa-May, not Louisa-Carter!”
My stepfather was a perfect model of horror, his face still as a statue, his bottom-lip quivered.
“Yeah, I knew your plan; you were going to take my mum’s money and bump her off, weren’t you?”
I rushed forward and slapped him several times around the face; he put me into a headlock.
I sank my teeth into his hand, he yelled, loosened his grip.
Now he’s gone for good.

Chapter three...

I and mum live in America now, away from him.
I call, her “mom” now, to blend into the American accent.
We have two dogs, one called Frankie and the other is called Terry, we have two cats called Jelly and Lemonfrost.
I hear a knock at the door; our first knock since we came here.
I rushed downstairs; I slid the bolt out of the lock and pulled open the door.
Oh, god, it’s him.

Chapter four...

There he stands, looming above me like Mr. Murdstone in Charles Dicken’s “David Copperfield”.
My lower jaw hung open; my step dad surprisingly ruffled my hair.
“Hello, Eva,” He said.
“W-w-what are y-you doing here?” I stammered.
“I have a job, here in America, I do a paper round; one pound twenty really isn’t enough for a week of struggling to hold all those papers from New York to Maine.”
“Well go and get another, I-I’ll call the p-police if you come here. Just give us the paper and go away!”
Unbelievably, my step dad dropped the paper and was hurtling down to New York.

Chapter four...

This concludes my story because of two reasons:
One: My wrist is aching.
Two: My step dad never came back.
Ciao!

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"Barack Obama" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-24T20:38:00.002Z

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Barack Obama

I'm writing about history in the making,the first black American president.

Early this month everyone around the world witnessed, the first black American president,Barack Obama. I think America electing a black president makes a very positive thought around the world. People are not afraid to try changes about racism, so other people feel good about what their skin colour is. Lots of black people do good in this world and I hope that this new president can too. Good luck to Barack Obama!!

Connor M-S
Age:10
Class 6KR
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"The Magic Box" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-22T16:13:00.004Z

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This is a piece of work i did in year four(now in year six)and i was awarded the star award for this piece of writing

The Magic Box,
I will put in the box.....

The last feeling of my grandad,
The last tear of a woman dying and
a throat of a Denmark dragon

I will put in the box.....

The cup England lifted in 1966,
The army hat stolen from the Germans and
The first human to walk on earth

My box is fashioned from fire, wind and earth
with Chinese whiskers on the lid and
grave stones in the corners

I shall walk like wind on my box
in the great deserts in Africa,
Then burn it to ashes
and see it blow away
never to be found

By: Connor M-S
Age: 10 School:
Class:6KR
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"Legends" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-22T16:06:00.002Z

"Legends"

King Aurthur was a legend in its self. A brave man who never feared anything that was in his path. Three-headed horses which people had been killed by. Bogarts which poison you in their sweet little cottages and a wreckless wolf who bites you till you're red. But when Miss Laymitt asks to get rid of a spider, suddenly he is running back to Camelot asking for mummy.

By: Connor M-S
Age: 10
Class:6KR

"King Arthur" (2) By Molly, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-22T15:10:00.003Z

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King Arthur (2)

Dear diary,

Today I pulled a sword called Excalibur. He was hard to get out but I did it.
I was named King. I was so delighted to be named King
I was royal on the year this had happened 19 th Of May.
I was so happy now no one could tell me what to do.

By Molly
Age 10
Class 6kr

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"The Tale of Sir Gawain and the Lothly Lady" by Georgia B, Class 6KR

2008-11-22T14:45:00.006Z

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The Tale of Sir Gawain and the Lothly Lady

ONE day King Arthur was riding in the forest for hunting purposes. Suddenly, he came across a black figure.“I am Gromer Somer Joure," the figure said. "You have wrongfully given my lands to Sir Gawain and for that, you will die unless you find the answer to a question I put to you.”
“Who are you, and what is this question you wish me to answer?” Arthur asked, getting his sword out, slowly.
"If you would win your life, return here in a twelvemonth with an answer to this question: What is it that every woman desires most?”
As suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone and the King found that he could move freely. He returned to his court with a heavy heart.
Of all his knights, sir Gawain was the only one to ask what the sadness he bore was. King Arthur explained the situation to him."and now I have to find what women desires to save my life. Goodness knows how long that will take"
"Don't worry sir. We shall ride forth and ask every woman they find what she most desires and collect the answers in a book."

They set out and asked women what they desired and soon they had a huge book of answers. But as many as they had found, they were still uneasy that any of the answers they had were the true one.
Shortly before the King had to meet with Gromer Somer Joure, he rode again through the forest of which he met the knight and came upon a hideously ugly woman, one whose ugliness was so great that original texts go on for many a verse describing it. She stopped him saying that she had the right answer and could save his life, if he agreed to her terms. He asked what these were, and she replied, “I am know as the Lothly lady and I want to marry one of your knights, Sir Gawain.”
King Arthur was horrified, and told her that he could not promise her Gawain without his consent and that he would return to her after speaking with Gawain. He returned to court and explained the situation to Gawain. Without hesitation, Gawain answered that he would marry her in a minute, even if she was a devil, if it would help Arthur.
After he got Sir Gawain's consent, King Arthur rode into the forest with Sir Gawain to find the Lothly lady. When he had found her, Arthur told her that Gawain had agreed to marry her if her answer was the one sought, but if one of the others they had collected was the one, the deal was off. Satisfied with this, she gave Arthur the answer.
On the appointed day, Arthur rode to meet with Gromer Somer Joure. Again Gromer appeared suddenly, demanding the answer to his question. Arthur gave him the book with the answers they collected. Gromer looked it over, laughed, and told Arthur to prepare to die. Arthur said, "Wait, I have one more answer," and gave him that of the Lothly lady.
Gromer roared in frustration! “Only my sister could have told you that! May she be burned in the fires of hell for her treachery! Go where you will, King Arthur, I will bother you no more.”
So Arthur returned to the Lothly lady and brought her back with him to court.
The Lothly lady demanded to be married publicly and to have a great feast with all the nobles attending. She was decked out in the most costly array, but her manners repulsed everyone there. Great was the pity felt for Gawain that day!
At last it was over and the couple led to their chamber. There Gawain gazed at the fire, reluctant to touch his bride, until she requested a kiss. Bravely, he acceded, only to find a most radiant woman in his arms. He stared speechless in wonder and, finally finding his tongue, asked her how could this be.
“I have waited in that shape until I found a man gentle enough to marry me. Now I offer you a choice: I can be fair by night and foul by day; or foul by night and fair by day. Decide which you want.”
Gawain thought for a while, pondering the events that had lead to this moment, and then it dawned on him what answer he must give. “I cannot make such a choice; that is for you to decide.”
She cried out in joy, “My lord, you are as wise as you are noble and true, for you have given me what every woman genuinely desires, sovereignty over herself. You will never see that hideous old hag again, for I choose to be fair from this time on.”

By Georgia B
Class 6KR
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"My Life Story So Far" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-22T14:25:00.007Z

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My Life Story So Far

My story is sad, thrilling and also; all of it’s true!

My mum was called Amy-Louise Humphries and she would have most definitely been a brilliant mother to me, but sadly, tragically, she died when I was five months old, from a blood clot in her heart.
I once heard my friend, I’m not saying who, said; “His mum wouldn’t have died if she didn’t give birth to him.”

I can’t remember many early memories, just memories of my early dreams and nightmares.
My most dreaded nightmare is of the silhouette of a lion trying to eat me, he is standing on my Nan’s bed saying; “I will eat you.”
I know that sounds pathetically not scary but, remember, I was very young.
The nightmares that I get now are worse; there are toilet-krakens, moving, cannibal wood sculptures and night crawler off of the X-men trying to kill my family.
I also have very good daydreams and night-dreams (although I can only remember one daydream).
But I won’t mention those because I’ll go into my own little world and start dreaming.

Now, at ten years and three quarters old, I am independent and love school, I also have a BIG imagination, love art and have good sense of style.
My favourite lunch is tatties (jacket-potatoes), my favourite dinner is dry roast and my favourite dessert is tiramisu.
My favourite subjects at school are: art, literacy and cooking.
My best friends are: Georgia Barkham, Brooke Fanson, Reece Howell, Brett Rowse and Chloe Howson.
Presently I am a year six aiming for a super six with a teacher called Miss Kim Rawling.
That’s all for this part of my life, ciao for now!

A personal history by:
Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"The Tin Creature" By Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-20T18:32:00.002Z

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The Tin Creature

Part one: Where I work and what happens there

22nd October 1889
Dear diary, I’ve just finished my first day down in Poldark
Mine. We have these things called pickaxes and sledgehammers.

23rd October 1889
Dear diary, I’ve just become aware of what the conditions in the mine are like: hot, wet, drippy, sticky, claustrophobic, etc…
These are the conditions I’ll have to work in as long as I’m down here.

24th October 1889
Dear diary, I cannot believe that I’m writing this. My friend, Bill, who I worked with in the mine, is dead. I know that this sounds crazy, but I killed him. I didn’t mean to! My animal fat candle went out and I swung my pickaxe into his gut. I got loads of mock sympathy from mum, what does she care? She hated Bill; I cannot even bear to write her name. I stormed off in a hissy fit and swore on Bill’s grave that I would never, ever forget him.

25th October 1889
Dear diary, I heard echoing sounds, like Bill used to make when he was fed-up or grumpy.

26th October 1889
Another person is dead, Albert Haycock. His head got crushed like an egg. Police say that it was a boulder which rolled away. It cannot have been a boulder, even if it was it wouldn’t have rolled away! His body was found in Holman’s corner, which is flat: F-L-A-T! This spells flat!

27th October 1889
I saw it, the real cause for Albert’s death: there he was, standing right in front of me, a gigantic, muscle-bound, dripping, shiny creature (that is a lot of adjectives) with hands as large as pumpkins. The tin creature, I call him.

28th October 1889
Dear diary, I hid in the shadows watching a working man, the tin creature crept up on him, about to crush him like cars crush rabbits. I shouted to him, looked at me, the creature grunted, loudly. To the man’s dismay, he turned round to see what had grunted, he yelled and sprinted with me through the narrow caves, adrenaline pumping through us, we had to duck because we were too tall, the monster just running straight ahead, causing cave-ins and rock-falls. Perspiration leaked from our foreheads, the creature still bolting and crashing through the tunnels. We came to a tunnel which was narrow and wide enough for us, but not for the monster, whose fat bulged over its waistline.
The creature got stuck, couldn’t get through, unexpectedly. We went to the mine’s boss, Mr. Parkinson, we told him to board up the mine, that it wasn’t safe. To him it probably sounded like a bucketful of gobbledygook. He just said this, in a very slow, German accent: “please, speak very slowly.”
We explained it all, what happened down there, how the dead miners really died, all he said was: “Sorry, I didn’t catch that?”
So we explained, very S-L-O-W-L-Y to him again, guess what he said. Okay, now I was really annoyed, I stormed off in one of my hissy-fits (I like that compound word) and went home to lie on my bed. Is everyone so pig-ignorant?

29th October 1889
Dear diary, it’s nearly Halloween. The surviving miners are going to be very surprised this Halloween if they see the monster.

3oth October 1889
Dear diary, one day till hopefully happy Halloween. Hopefully no ones’ heads will get crushed like Albert’s was.

31st October 1889
Dear diary, Halloween’s here. I spoke too soon, Jay-Jay’s head has also been crushed, the mine just has to be closed off today, and I hope that telling Mr. Parkinson about how this happened, that it won’t be pointless. For the first time in his life, Mr. Parkinson understood me. He must have put a little effort into listening this time; maybe he doesn’t need a hearing aid after all!

Part two: under the ground

1st November 1889
Dear diary, Toby and I (Toby is the guy who ran with me to Mr. P) are the only surviving workers in the mine. Turns out that just before the mine was boarded up, the creature killed all the others. For some reason he didn’t kill the bal maidens, perhaps he is like a woodlouse, he only likes dark, dingy, damp places.

2nd November 1889
Dear diary, Monster has broken through the boards; at least Toby and I think it was the monster.

3rd November 1889
Toby and I snuck into the mine last night, to see if the monster was still there or whether it had broken out. We made our way down the steps, which were fifty feet high and had gaps in places. We saw a slinky shadow flicker in the candlelight, a big, muscle-bound one, grunting as it went. It was obviously the monster. I pulled an animal fat candle off of a rock, and moved it around. Something caught my eye. It was probably the monster. Suddenly, it jumped out in front of us, its features dripping with slime.
It lunged, I shone the candle in his face, he yowled, dropped to the floor, it started to talk, which amazed me: “You think you can beat me, I’ll crush your heads like eggs, and this is the end of your interference and your lives”. He lunged again, dragged us down into the ground, my lungs were collapsing, my head pounding, for the first time I saw what we worked over. You could inhale the stench of rotting wood, the sound of voices, like spirits, the haunting fear of death.
I survived, obviously, and so did Toby, or else I wouldn’t be able to write this. I am writing it dramatically, like I felt underground.
The monster drew back his right fist, which shook with adrenaline and energy; he pounded forwards and bashed Toby’s face in. I gasped and then piped down when the monster gave me a look, like I was a plate piled high with cockroaches. He trudged away, leaving us there, what an idiot! Wait, he knew that we don’t know the way out, he had come through the ground, and we had to go up through it. We scanned around for a ladder, there was none, damnation!
I saw a cluster of tin in the corner of the underground, which gradually turned light to dark because of the flickering candles. The tin was piled up to the underground “roof” and there was a good amount of probability that we could climb up it. I stealthily moved along the wall to it, beckoning Toby after me.
We started to clamber up the mound, to my amazement our hands passed through the “roof” as though it was made of running water. We found ourselves hurtling up through the earth, holding on to each other’s shoulders for dear life. We felt dizzy, but a wave of excitement warmed us.
Suddenly we were on the top of Poldark mine, our fringes plastered to our foreheads and our shirts sticking to our bodies. The cold night air rippled and we relished being in the cool breeze.

Part three: home again

13th December 1889
I haven’t written in this diary for quite some time now; I’ve been too busy wondering how the hell me and Toby got out of that mine, I mean, all we did was touch the earth and we got sucked up through it!
It’s nearly Christmas and I’ve brought my mother some tin ore fresh from the mine.
I’ve written my life’s story and now the end of this story amazingly isn’t the end of my life.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"Jokes: History, Myths & Legends" by Georgia B, Class 6KR

2008-11-20T18:01:00.002Z

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Georgia has shared the following jokes that follow the monthly theme using History and mythical type monsters/creatures:

Jokes: History, Myths & Legends

What's big and grey and lives in Scotland?
The Loch Ness elephant.

Why are 1000 eared monsters forgetful?
Because everything you say to them goes in one ear and comes out the others

What has a purple-spotted body, ten hairy legs and big eyes on stalks?
I don't know but there's one crawling up your leg.

What do you say when you see a two-headed monster?
Hello, hello.

How does a monster count to 15?
On its fingers

Whats big, red and prickly, has three eyes and eats rocks?
A big, red, prickly, three eyed rock eater.

Where would you find a prehistoric cow?
At the moo-seum.

What was written on the Pharaohs tomb?
Toot 'n cumin'

"Who was Captain Kidd?" asked the history teacher
"He was a contortionist"
"What makes you think that Alec?"
"Well it says in this History book that he spent a lot of time sitting on his chest"

Why is history like a fruit cake?
Because its full of dates

Student:who was the fastest runner in history?
Student2: Adam. He was the first in the human race.

Boy to friend: when my dad was in school, history was called current events.

Barbara: I wish I had lived a few hundred years ago
Teacher: Why?
Barbara: Because then I would have less history to learn

Georgia B
class 6kr
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"King Arthur" by Molly, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-20T17:47:00.006Z

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King Arthur

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom . The last day of the year arrived. Arthur had no alternative but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer his question. But he’d have to accept her price first.

By Molly
Age 10
Class 6KR

Molly also sent in some jokes. The following two are about the passing of time. As history is linked to the passing of time I have decided to share these funny jokes:
Why did Goofy put an alarm clock under his desk?
He wanted to work over time !

Why did Tommy throw his alarm clock out the window?
He wanted to see time fly.
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"Speak Out" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-20T17:06:00.004Z

History is full of stories of brave people standing against racism and bullying. Brandon has written a fictional personal history of the character "Mohammed Bombali" :

Speak Out

I should begin this story at the beginning, because it is the best place to start.
My name is Mohammed Bombali, people laugh at me because of my skin colour and the "funny turban" on my head.
They are very racist to me and are very blasphemous about Allah.
All I live for is racist comments and blasphemes; "Nice hat, black boy!" and "The yak was Sikh, it worships Allah!"
One day in class (6KR), I jumped up from my table and kicked my chair out of my way.
"I must speak out!" I cried, people at the back sniggered. "I am very proud of my turban and of my religion, I care to be mocked about your blasphemous comments and racism! It ends now!"
I felt exhilarated, empowered, I had spoken out, never would I be bullied again.
Ever.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
Also: You can also read Brandon's excellent "Ancient Chronicles" (Below)

"The Ancient Chronicles" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-20T16:42:00.002Z

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The Ancient Chronicles

Chapter One: Execution

I watched from my window as the beefeater took up his polished axe. Caesar, our emperor, calmly strolled through the hustle and bustle of the crowd which was gathered to see what all the fuss was about.
"This man," said Caesar , his head held proudly in front of the crowd. "Is sentenced to immediate death for practising magic and sorcery in Rome."
He raised his left hand and violently put it down, the beefeater took a step closer to the accused man and swung the axe...
Smatterings and splashes of his blood flew everywhere, the man's head, or what was his head, lolled onto the ground.
I turned my head so that I wasn't able to see what had happened.

Chapter Two: Sorceress.

Caesar banged open the doors of his palace sometime later and saw me sitting there, a frown upon my face.
"Why aren't you celebrating, dearest Rita?" He said.
"I hardly think beheading a man is cause for celebration, dearest Julius," I replied.
"He was a sorcerer, I had no choice," Caesar looked like he did have a choice, there is a choice for everything, isn't there?
An old, frayed looking woman appeared out of nowhere, she stood at the closed doors.
"You killed my son!" She yelled. "He shan't have done you no harm. To think you call yourself the emperor, doing only what's best for Rome! Ha!"
"Cease her!" yelled Julius. "Guards! Cease her!"
The woman disappeared in a puff of smoke.
The guards rushed in.
"What the hell..? Where is the enemy, emperor Caesar?" One of them asked.
"Gone, escaped. Find her and sentence her to death for sorcery!" Caesar commanded.
"As you wish, sire."
A few weeks later, the guards bought the woman through the dining room doors and pushed her in front of Caesar.
"I'd hold onto her if I were you," he said. "She has a habit of...disappearing."
The woman screamed as the guards took her away.
"Woe betide the sorcerer," muttered Caesar.

Chapter Three: Magic

The woman squatted in her bare, stone cell in the dungeons without food nor water for a couple days, screaming that she would kill everyone.
Later the same day, she was brought outside to the chopping block.
The beefeater pushed the woman onto the floor and she kept her head up, the beefeater gave it a sharp whack and it fell forward so that her neck was on the chopping block.
Everyone in the village gathered round to watch as usual, craning their necks to see better.
Caesar stood by to watch.
"Let this be a lesson to all you secret sorcerers and sorceresses, any of you found using magic again will end up like this puff of filth here," he said.
The beefeater raised his axe, the woman started muttering.
The woman vanished again, the beefeater chopped nothing but wood.
Suddenly, the beefeater clasped his fat, sausage-like hands to his throat and made choking noises.
The beefeater toppled onto the ground.
He was dead.

Chapter Four: Divide

Caesar assembled his army, divided them into packs of five, he had a hundred men.
The woman-whom Caesar didn't notice-was outside assembling an army of her own, each with the same, strange markings on their chests and faces.
Druids.
As the troops prepared themselves, Caesar was muttering to himself.
The armies approached each other, druids versus Rome.
The divided knights, Sirs and guards, druids, sorcerers and sorceresses, looked at each other, their eyes bored into each others.
The Romans started to yell, the others' eyes turned a ghastly glacier blue colour.
Our side put one leg in front of the other, pointed their weapons.
The druids summoned flames into their hands.
The sides collided into each other, fire against metal, Roman against druid.
Automatically, most of the Roman warriors were wiped out, each more gorily than the next.
We started to get somewhere, finally, some druid corpses were scattered amongst ours.
Hours later, only Caesar and the woman were left. The woman conjured fire. Caesar dressed himself in the armour of a victim from our side.
They stared icily at each other, the woman hurled her fire-ball, Caesar deflected it with his spear.
Fire against metal, metal against fire...

Chapter Five: Conquer

Caesar's spear pierced the woman's limp body, coursing through her guts.
The druid woman gasped, Caesar brandished her lifeless body triumphantly in the air.
"Rome has conquered!" He yelled proudly.
'Rome has triumphed,
Rome has won,
Battle is over,
We have won!" He recited the battle poem so elegantly that it could have brought tears to One's eyes.
The druids are dead and the battle is won, we can now all sleep in peace. But also in fear of the druids rising again.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"World Cup Final - 1966" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR

2008-11-20T15:53:00.004Z

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World Cup Final - 1966

This was it, the world cup final. England v west Germany and as I " Bobby Moore" I must lead England out to victory against the mighty Germans. Its going to be a tough match but I believe when I woke up we had a chance to beat these men and I won't rest in till I do lift this priceless trophy which all young kids dream to lift.

In the changing room everyone was calm and relaxed but I could see everyone was buzzing to get out on that big green spot in the middle of London that big green spot being Wembley. When the boss, Alf Ramsey, named the starting eleven none of us could believe the man who took England to the world cup final was leaving our top scorer, Bobby Charlton, on the bench and putting Geoff Hurst up front. Everyone thought he was mad including all of the news papers, news programs and our wives and girlfriends and they think nothin' of football, but we dealt with it.

Ahhh,today was the day,we walked on that pitch with as much pride as never before, screaming fans roaring in our ears, sun in our faces and fags in our eyes, THIS WAS THE DAY. But before I knew it the whistle had blown and the match had kicked off. The Germans passed around for a while before the to striker, Helmut Haller drilled a low hard shoot in to the back of the net, just before half time. Alf had a right go at us for only getting 19 successive passes in a half. But we still believed we could win this so we went out in this half with just as much passion.

Suddenly Germans were 2-0 up with Wolfgang Weber and with 10 minutes to go England's hopes died but life was restored when Martin Peters smacked it in from close range. With two minutes to go Alf screamed his men forward and it worked, Geoff Hurst the one we doubted had surprised us all. 2-2 and we went wild. We got in our positions but the final whistle (well in this the final whistle of the first half).

AS we started the first half of extra time Geoff could not help himself and he SCORED over the keeper and in the net. The Germans suddenly had a corner and it was swung in. Gorden caught it and smacked it out for Hurst to attack he took it, passed two defenders and was one-on-one with the keeper and he took it pasted the keeper and all he had to do is score and he did. By the look on his face he could not believe it he loved that moment better than anything. The whistle blew.''They think its all over......it is now!''screamed the commentator. My dream, to lift the world cup.

By Connor MS
Age 10
Class 6KR
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