Future is the past Part 1 by Jun Hao

Abigail lay on the floor, unconscious and unable to utter a word. Salom scrutinized at the wounds, they were fatal. He tried everything: from medicine, remedies to herbs and drugs. It was an incurable illness but during this time of Earth, this was a better way to die than most. He cried out, his uncle’s death had hurt him too much a;ready. However, his sister was his last remaining family on this planet. How had this happened, all so quickly? Salom remembered, even though he didn’t want to. Everything flowed through him.

The morning marked a week from their uncle’s death. His father had died only when he was one to a mania disease, he was filled with rage, killed everything and nearly Salom’s sister. Their mum committed suicide soon after. Right now, their only company was each other. Building the last pieces, Salom realised what he was missing when it was all too late. For years on years they has been making a time machine, scavenging little pieces for the build. The laboratory was packed with machinery, this was Salom’s favourite place to be but hopefully he would be somewhere else if this worked. Where he worked was completely dark using little lights to see intricate pieces. Just as he suspected, a loose piece, with thirty minutes before the machine detonated. Sweat trickled down his face,  he would have no help his sister was foraging for materials and water sources. Salom would have to do this on his own.

New girl part 3

Day 2

Omg! I am on the edge of my seat just waiting for the home bell to ring. If you haven’t already guessed, tonight is bla bla bla’s birthday and I can’t wait to put on my party dress. When my mum heard that I was going to someone’s party, she was so happy that I was fitting in that she took me straight to the most expensive shop in the area! As soon as I saw the dress, I ran to the shop window and gawped. Luckily, it was on offer and surprisingly mum gave me another wad of money to spend on accessories and shoes. I was so happy daydreaming that when the bell rung I fell of my seat. I skidded towards the lockers, grabbed my bag and leaving a trail of papers I sprinted home. Maybe something might actually go right for a change. Who would have guessed it?

If you enjoy this piece of writing, please check out part one and two at Mr Thurston’s class blog under the tag Silvie.

Help us solve the crime!

Yesterday, Detective Jones paid us a visit to tell us that there has been a robbery in the local area and that a box of precious items has been stolen. He asked for our help in solving this crime. He was on the look out for clues in this CCTV footage and for any children who might be able to assist with his inquiries. Have another look at the video and leave a comment with what you think may have happened. Remember to be clue finders!

 

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Video for stimulus from James Walker on Vimeo.

6jw literacy cold write

The gloomy, damp forest like pathway was echoed by the sound of roaring thunder and rain flashed into my ear. At that moment, a sudden flash of blinding light making the forest like a jack-o-lantern. As quick as a lighting bolt hitting the ground, it grew closer and closer. My heart froze! With no place to hide, I noticed a sign. DO NOT TRESPASS! Claw marks were making it impossible to read. The car stopped and a shadow grew closer…