Stone

A thin whisp of cloud floated in front of the moon obscuring the world in darkness. A wolf howled in the distance, and a man stumbled out from a behind a tree. Lucifer quickly walked faster and faster, trying to leave the echoes of his previous conversation behind. In his head Clarisse was cackling madly;

“You? Be good? My boy anyone who’s heard that has surely had a heart attack!”

Lucifer shudders and clutches a small, round bundle close. He muttered, possessed with anger;

“I will be good! Just you wait you mad old witch!”

Walking briskly with newfound determination, Lucifer reached the cliff. The cloud floated back into the night, and the moon’s ghostly glow fell upon Lucifer’s shoulders. The wolf’s howling ceased, and the world waited with baited breathe. He opened the bundle and pulled out the Stone. The Stone’s colour changed again and again, from violet to aqua, from tomato red to daisy yellow.

“You won’t harm anyone else Stone!” Lucifer yells.

Grabbing his pocketknife, he splits the Stone again and again, until it finally lay in pieces.

“I’m done!” he mutters and lets the jagged pieces fall from his hands into the sea below.

A cold, hard voice speaks out;

“I’m not done with you yet boy, I still have the Books!”

Lucifer sighs knowing that the voice was right. Gavada still had the Books, he still had the powers. Fate hadn’t finished with him yet, he still had a long way to go.

Alannah M.

Year 8.

I Looked in the Mirror ...

I looked in the mirror and I saw something. But I could not see clear enough. The mirror started to open up and a good fairy popped out. The fairy cried with joy “Hi my name is Ella what is your name?” I whispered “My name is Mekeisha” “What a fabulous name” exclaimed the fairy. I took Ella down to meet my mum and dad “Mekeisha what is this wee creature you have brought along with you?” “Not a clue mother but she is very beautiful and sparkly I think we are going to be the best of friends.” Whatever you did, make it go back to its home. I asked her where you come from? Ella said with fear I come from a wonderful place called fairyland. “What country do you come from Mekeisha? I come from a place called New Zealand. “Oh wow that sound’s awesome, I have never been out of fairyland” yapped the fairy

“What is it like outside in the country” “It is dazzling outside because there is beautiful flowers and animals. I love the country side. I am going to ride my horse called Gumby down to the beach to watch the sunset and the moon rise I bet you the moon will be orange.

By Mekeisha Year 4

How To Live Forever

Have you ever heard of the book How to Live Forever? Yes? Do know what it does? No? Well then I’ll tell you.

This particular book tells you how to live forever. But don’t get excited, it’s not as you think, the book may make you live forever but do you really want to live forever with no friends or family? It’s torture that lasts forever, never stopping or changing even if you do manage not to go mad the everlasting boredom will drive you up the wall! DO NOT READ THE BOOK!!!

I once heard of a young boy about 10 or so, that read the awful book. He was the only one in the whole entire world that didn’t go mad. He didn’t want anyone else to find it and suffer as he did.

I for one wouldn’t even dream of reading that book!! So I hope you feel the same! Although some people will do anything to live forever, I am still hoping that they find out what happens when you read that terrible book and will be reluctant to read it.

Well have you made your decision yet? Are you or are you not going to read the terrible book? I hope I’ve made myself clear enough that reading the book would be the wrong decision, DO NOT READ THE BOOK!!! Sam J, Yr 6

When I Was Scared

My legs are shaking, my teeth chattering as I stare at the bush. The glowing green eyes staring back me. I look at the stars in the sky. I hear a bark, and another and another. I hear something moving towards me. It gets closer and closer then suddenly I see the dogs running.

The creature sprints of and the dogs chase it. It’s like it is camouflage because it is pitch black and it blends into the darkness. There is a loud squeal. I run towards it as it gets louder and louder. I put my head light on and I see something. I grab my knife and stick it. There is blood all over my hand. My dad comes and says “good job Max. I ask what is it. It’s a bore. We go home with 3 bores.

By Max, Yr 5

The Reading Manaic

It’s like her eyes are glued to the book like a starfish is glued to a rock she reads thin books big books, picture books and chapter books. She is a reading geek. She’s never free to do anything .She never stops smiling when she is reading; she tucks her hair behind her ears so it doesn’t go on her page.

She puts her hands so tightly on her book so she doesn’t drop it and lose the page she was on. Her nose always tickles on her favourite part. Her legs get sore from sitting down all day reading her books. She is so interested in reading that’s why she’s a reading manic!!!

By Joseph M Year 6

Delicious Meal

My mouth waters as the delicious, mouth watering, indescribable smell wattles through the air, then drifting up my nose. It started simmering; my feet were slowly moving closer and closer until I could see in the pan!

A little voice inside me said, “go on, take a bite, see if it tastes alright.” And another voice said, “don’t, it’s a bad thing to do?”

What should I do?

I decided I would take a little bit, it’s not like my mum would know right?

I heard foot steps, she’s coming back! I ran over to my laptop and pretended to be on it. “Teas ready.” My mum said after awhile.

I put some simmering buttered chicken in to my mouth; all the flavours ran through me! “I’m in heaven!” I said to myself!

After my big amazing meal, I didn’t want to eat anything else, I didn’t want to get the flavour out of my mouth!

By Anna W Year 6

Fearfall

Fearfall

Giant butterflies flutter in my stomach as my family walks down the concrete floor. We reach the end of the long hallway. Two men wait there with a long metal measuring stick. The cool bar touches my bare skin and the relief makes me smile. I am tall enough to go in the terrifying, tall, yellow and red FEARFALL. As the safety man lowers the pole down to my hips. I look at my mum while my heart races. My hands go cold and clammy while I grip onto the cold handlebar. The four seater slowly rises up into the clouds. As we slowly come to the top, I looked down and that cold measuring stick looks like a broken twig. I felt the eerie silence while my body freezes. I wait for the terrifying drop. The tension builds up, then released. We go flying downwards and it feels like my stomach is coming out of my mouth. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. The only sound is of wind zooming past us. We slowly come to a stop while our bodies stay frozen. We stay there waiting while our minds start working again. We slowly climb out of the underestimated cart. My only clouded thought is “Can we go again?”

By GypsyMae Year 8

Lost At Sea

Lost at sea

We’re cold, wet and lost at sea

Panic fills our bodies we as pile into the lifeboat. Adrenaline rushes through veins while we paddle out into the vast ocean. The captains’ last words ring through our minds as we breathe in the sea air. The only sound we could hear is the splash of our paddles as they dive into the salty water. The only sound for miles. I wake up to the sound of screaming. A girl has fallen overboard. Everyone rushes to the side of the tiny lifeboat. It starts rocking violently and all of us fall in.

Our screams echo through the salty air. Our arms and lags move desperately and our lungs fill up with water. Warm tears drip out of my face as I realize this might be the last few moments of my life. I start blinking in water as I sink deeper and deeper. Suddenly I feel a warm jerk my body up and out of the water. My vision is blurred and my breath gurgles as I cough uncontrollably. Darkness takes over and I lie there limp and pale. We’re cold wet and lost at sea.

My eyes slowly open just as a short little boy points and yells ‘Land Ahoy!’ At first I didn’t believe him but I too spotted a little lump of green over the horizon. The happiness overwhelms me as I feel tears of joy slide down my cheek. We were going to make it.

By GypsyMae

Christchurch Quakes

CHRISTCHURCH QUAKES

HELP THEM

RESPECT THOSE WHO NEED

IT’S HARD FOR THEM

SAVE THE LIVES

TAKE THE DAMAGE AWAY

CHRISTCHURCH NEEDS US

HEAL THEM

UNDO THEIR SADNESS

REWIND AND MAKE THIS NEVER HAPPEN

CHANGE THEIR LIVES

HELP AND SHOW YOUR LOVE

TEGAN YEAR 3

Oh No!

My face was shaking. My teeth were chattering. My eyes were as big as the sun. My body was scared to death. I was fiddling with my fingers.

I was biting my nails. And my heart was pumping really fast. And I felt faint.

Oh no a power cut! I was so scared! Don’t worry I got used to it.

It was quite long. When the power went on I got straight out of bed and ran to my mum and said,

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

A few weeks later there was another power cut. I said “Oh no not again!”

But I was in the kitchen. I had a bleeding nose because I ran into the wall! It hurt!

Genevieve, Year 5.

Sebastian's Story

Sandy is my favorite pet because she is cuddly, fluffy and covered with fuzz. But she’s a bit of a coward. But she’s still my pet. She evens follows me to school. She’s a little bit of everything. She looks like my old cat (his name was Ginger) that died about 3 years ago. Poor old Sandy. My sister picks on her a lot. Like when she put her in a hot bath. She couldn’t walk for a while. Or when she tipped honey all over her. My mum had to put my sister in her room and put Sandy in the sink and poor old Sandy was showered with cold water. Or like another time when she was picked up and was thrown right at Ziny’s body. They both crashed into each other. When they got up they raced towards the door. But they were too slow. My sister had made it to the door. She slammed the door shut. Bam! The two cats stopped. My sister grabbed their fur with her hands and then Sandy and Ziny scratched my sister’s hands oww! My sister screeched. Ziny and Sandy started hissing. My sister was so creeped, she opened the door and zipped out of sight. Ziny went back to eating his dinner and Sandy went in to the hall and out the cat door. Me and my mum’s mouth’s were opened wide with astonishment.

By Seb - Year 3

The Sea

The Sea

The smell of salt hung limply around my body. The field of white is covered in blobs of colour. The rolling waves crash against the rocks. The cries of children fill the air, and the chatter of seagulls is carried on the wind. Lumps of green hug a nearby rock, and my mind enters a state of peace. The shining sun glimmers gently on the sea. A sigh is stuck in my throat, and I’m shocked. I’m home. I’m back where I belong.

Alannah M.

Squirrel!!!

Isabelle slumped against the window, staring at the raindrops pelting down. The gloomy sky almost reflected Isabelle’s own feelings, grumpy, mad and frustrated. A lightning bolt raced another across the sky. Isabelle’s dad turned in his seat, glancing at her before turning back to the road.

“Issy?” Did you see that? It was a double streak...”

Isabelle’s dad broke off and grimaced at her non-responsive attitude. Meanwhile Isabelle was wrapped in her own thoughts, thoughts of regret and hate. Suddenly a squirrel raced across the road, tearing to the nearest shelter.

“SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!!!!!” shouted Isabelle’s dad, swerving violently out of the path of the mad creature.

He regained course and bit his lip, hoping not to get any snide remarks from his passenger.

Isabelle, however was not about to let her feelings go unnoticed. She opened her mouth and started giggling. Her stared at her in astonishment, was this the same sour girl he had had at the start of the journey. Apparently, it was.

Isabelle had a very infectious laugh and soon the pair of them were cracking up, sharing stories about the animal with the furry tail.

Suddenly a glimpse of sunshine shot out from behind a cloud, hitting their car with full glare. Isabelle smiled, a smile the melted the any unbroken ice, and stated,

“It looks as if the weather is not the only one who’s had their problems straightened out!”

Hunted

It was never supposed to happen like this, but it had, and I couldn’t change a thing. I was in the forest. The forest. The one father told me not to enter, but it didn’t matter now. He was dead. As was my mother and sisters. Glancing over my shoulder, I could see the fiery tongues of the flames, swallowing my home, turning it to dust. I hear the cries of soldiers, jeering at my unsuspecting family. Salty tears flew silently down my cheeks, as I watched the chaotic scene. One man caught sight of my dress, silhouetted against the night sky, and shouted orders. I was being hunted. Flashes of light zoomed over my head as I began to run. I could hear the heavy thud of the soldiers boots echo through my ears. I ran faster, and faster, the ghostly figures of the trees rushed past as I ran for my life. Then I stopped. I couldn’t hear the soldiers running, nor the heavy breathing as their leather armour weighed them down. The airy silence began its descent from the heavens, and caressed me with its icy fingers. Then the snap of twigs broke its captivating hold and my senses screamed in hopeless despair. Surrounding me they trudged out of the bushes in semicircle formation. Swords drawn and pointing at my chest, I did what any girl would do. RUN.

I ran on and on, until I reached the canyon. I couldn’t run anymore. Falling to the ground, heavy sobs stuck in my throat. All I wanted was to leave, to escape this god-forsaken place. But I couldn’t. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, and I knew I wasn’t alone. Turning to my face my attacker, my body tensed and leaving wasn’t such a good idea anymore. I wanted to kill every one of those soldiers, who had pulled my life to pieces. A ghostly figure was leaning against a tree, his sword hanging casually from his hand. A flash of lightning lit the sky, as if there was a bloody battle raging on above. He stepped out so he was directly in front of me, and I turned my features to stone. This man wasn’t going to best me. Not after he’d murdered my family. He raised his sword, swinging it in a curve meant to slice through my belly. I stepped to the side, and the sword grazed my leg. He stared at me, not sure what to do. Then, to my surprise, he dropped his sword, and pushed his hard, white hands out towards my shoulders. Pushing me hard, the man sneered at the surprise playing across my face. I fell over the canyon, my arms flaying to get a hold. A terrorised scream shook the night, and my body fell like a rag doll, limp and useless. The darkness took over, pulling me towards a glowing light that led to the void beyond.

Alannah M.

My Kitten Pebbles

I was sitting on the couch watching a movie on a cold cruel Saturday night. My mum was upstairs reading; my brother is watching TV alongside me. Meanwhile my dad was out walking the dogs with my uncle. He was supposed to be home at about 9:30pm but instead he walked through our front door at 10:00pm. The dogs as usual came first jumping up at the couch trying to tell me how their walk was, but my attention strayed away from them to the creature curled up in my dad’s arms.

I immediately jumped up to study the creature and try to figure out what it was. All I could see so far was fur, a lot of it. I cautiously crept closer I stretched out my arm slowly, I could see my arm shaking as I touched it. Its head snapped up and swiveled around to me. I gasped in shock as the beautiful creatures eyes stared straight into mine. It was like staring down a long tunnel, a long emerald tunnel. Her eyes were huge as big as saucers. She turned away and took in the strange new environment. She struggled and squirmed in my dad’s arms. He let her go, and she landed gracefully front paws then her back paws landed softly behind her. She wandered around and decided a safe place was underneath the table. She settled down. She slowly turned her head around, looking like one of those clown games at the circus where you pop the ball in its mouth. I sped up the stairs to tell mum the exciting news, but instead bowled into her at the top of the stairs. I took her hand and towed her down the stairs. Her face was a perfect mask of shock. The little kitten opened her mouth and let out a spine-chilling meow. I cautiously edged my way around the table in case she decided to attack me. I made it without a scratch. I got a handful of cat biscuits and crawled my away towards her shaking body. She slowly got up, maybe sensing a threat. I stopped. A couple of cat biscuits toppled out of my hands. She sniffed the air. She rushed forward gobbled them up and slowly retreated. Mum told me not to put the biscuits on the brand new carpet, but I paid no attention to her words. I let the rest of the biscuits fall out of my hands, and backed away. She crawled out on her skinny belly and feasted on the biscuits. I asked what we were going to do with her. My dad answered me saying, “Go to the garage and grab a large cardboard box.” “Grab some blankets and put them into the bottom as well” added my mum. I skipped to the garage and grabbed a box, some blankets and stuffed them into the bottom.

Mum was holding her tightly as she squirmed and wriggled. I dropped the box and mum lowered her in. she purred and then meowed loudly then settled down. I went upstairs, changed, turned off the light and snuggled down imagining the adventures we would have together.

By Meghan

Bio Poem

Bio poem

First name: Skyla

Four describing words about me: Crazy out going mental annoying

Relative of: Alice

Lover of: Chocolate paint twilight

Feels happy about: Belgium chocolate

Needs: Water transport money

Fears: Screeching

Giver of: Love!!! Hope respect

Would like to see: Eiffel tower Belgium London eye

Resident of: New Zealand

The Worst Day Ever

The crowd went silent as my lips started trembling. I couldn’t think. My mind is blank. “Poor girl” whispered an old lady in the front row. The word “Failure” was echoing in my ears. The other performers were mouthing me the lines … It was no use. I could feel shame and embarrassment running a race around my frozen body. All I could smell was the buckets of hair spray in my perfect. I could feel the softness of my tight dress as I gripped it in fear. The silky red curtains slowly closed as I ran of the stage. I could feel the salty tears streaming down my face. This has been the worst day ever.

By Skyla B

Japanese Earthquake

Japan had an earthquake

So many weeks ago

People were screaming

Screaming to and fro

We were in shock

While watching TV

Images of a tsunami

Carrying heaps of debris

Series of waves

Came in and out

People started to scream and shout

The power plant exploded

So many people died

And on top of buildings

Many people cried

Radiation poisoned food

And now land is deserted

In our minds we know

They didn’t deserve it

Though the tsunami hit so hard

And people have been scared, feared and scared

There is a light inside of us

To receive the calls and pleads of HELP

GypsyMae

My Mother Never Did Understand

My mother never did understand

My mother never did understand. She never knew the full story. And she never will, not now, not after what happened. I mean, would you tell your mother what happened after she grounded you because you broke the letterbox, BY ACCIDENT!!??? Well it all started like this…

“Mum, there’s no hot water in the shower!” AND, “MUM, HAVE YOU MADE MY LUNCH.” And also,”Hey! You stole all the cookies!”

By 8:30am all the noise had died down in the house and only mum, myself and the dog remained on the property. I grabbed my school bag and and headed out the door. Mum jingled the keys in the lock and strolled to the car, proceeding to get in and start the engine. The car rumbled up the driveway, and paused at the top. And then I saw it. The round tube, slim and brown, half hanging out of the letterbox.

Mum had seen it too.

“Honey, can you be a sweetie and jump out and grab it?” she asked in a syrupy, false tone.

She didn’t need to ask twice. I jumped out of the car, swinging my bag over my shoulder. I took a hold of the parcel and tugged at it. Instead of springing out of the letterbox like I had expected, it stayed wedged in the letterbox, not budging one inch. Grasping the package more firmly this time, I placed two hands on the parcel. Taking a deep breath I yanked at it with all my might.

Suddenly I heard a something clunk and the next thing I knew I was sitting on the road, with the letterbox perched on my knee. I scrambled to my feet, trying to ignore the growing pain in my leg and looked at the car. Nobody was there. I couldn’t believe my luck. Did this mean there was even a small possibility that mum actually didn’t see that?

By Emma M

The Crocodile

The Crocodile.

The crocodile stalks his prey,

All night and all day.

The water is dark and murky,

It can even scare away a turkey.

Along comes a giant hippo,

Down to the water to have a sippo.

One thing he doesn’t know,

Is he is part of a hunting show.

Quickly moves the crocodile,

And you know that water dark and murky?

It’s bright red with hippo jerky.

Meghan M.

Popcorn

POPCORN

Popcorn is the buttery smell that has your senses dancing franticly

Popcorn feels like freshly spun cotton

Popcorn tastes like happiness

Popcorn looks like cotton candy your parents would let you eat

Popcorn is the crackling noise that echoes in your ears

By Skyla B.

Rowana's Diary

Dear Diary,

This is what happened all those years ago. This is why I haven’t ventured out alone since I was eighteen...

It was dark, dark enough so I couldn’t see my hands. My mind was blank. What was happening? Where was I? I didn’t know. A large flash of lightning lit the sky; it was as if there above me, was a raging battle. I was scared, but I didn’t remember why, all I knew was that I had to get away from the dark. I began to run faster and faster. I could hear the crunch-crunch of some ones feet on the gravel path. But I had realised something, something important. I wasn’t going anywhere. Even though I was running as fast as I could, but around me it was all the same. The footsteps grew louder and louder. I stopped. I turn and see that familiar dazzling smile. Blue eyes and tousled hair, a warm embrace and a kiss upon my brow. I was home. Back with the person to whom I belonged. My saviour, my protector. During that moment I forgot what I was running from. Now looking back I regret that. Not that it mattered. We’re all doomed at some stage.

Rowana Fontaine.

Alannah M

Flood

FLOOD!!!!

The rain came tumbling down,

From the clouds of grey and brown,

All the people start to frown,

When the rain came tumbling down,

and

down

and

down.

Sorrow everywhere,

People in despair,

Fear is in the air!!

By Emma M.

Disasters

DISASTERS!

The shaking ground awakes the sea,

And from the depths it can hear people scream.

The water goes out and comes back in,

It’s rising up above peoples shins.

A wave starts to form from the ocean floor

And races to the harbor shore.

The people scream the people shake,

But they fail to run from the Tsunami and terrible Earthquake.

Written By Meghan M.

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