Form 6 
Descriptive Writing - ‘On the top deck of the bus’, by Amelia
Children lean eagerly over the rail, and parents pull them sharply back lest they go tumbling over the edge into the seething traffic below.
The rusty speakers bleat about monuments and fountains half-heartedly, unheard by the mass of excited tourists.
People in the front grip the edge tightly at sharp bends, and recoil at the sticky chewing gum that latches onto their fingers.
Every now and then the bus stops, and once you have been flung forward into the seat in front of you, you notice that the crowd thins and thickens again as another swarm of people pile on.
Squashed in your seat, you look at the mosaic of red, blue, black, silver and yellow go by. The people below look at you and wave, then carry on through the hustle and bustle of the streets.
Buildings are covered in graffiti, homeless people rattle coins in cups. Away from all that, in cleaner air than the haze below, you watch as the world goes by.
Opening to a story: ‘It’s a Mystery’, by Arshia
He felt the chilling breeze push his hair rapidly back. He walked on and felt the long, taut cobweb brush against his face. It felt like the cobweb was trying to push him back and stop him. Once he got into the white, sticky cobwebs he saw a light flickering in the distance like someone flicking its switch, but then he surged through the disgusting cobweb.
The floor was crooked and had holes in its brown, old body. There was red liquid everywhere. Was it paint or was it blood? There was a rotten flesh smell, like someone hah had there guts ripped out. He could hear nothing, just the creaks of footsteps and a fading noise of screaming people.
The atmosphere was freezing and there was a small fade of fog coming in. drip, drip, Ali heard dripping noises. Was it blood? Was it water? He heard the creaking of footsteps on the platform above him. Who was it? It was an abandoned house! No-one lived there.
A buzzing noise just came out of nowhere and terrified Ali. He shut his eyes and tripped up. Eventually he was brave enough to open them and stood up, shivering and consequently looked up and saw… bugs around the light bulb, buzzing. CLANG, CLANG, the footsteps from upstairs got louder rapidly, passing the light bulb, getting nearer to Ali!
The fog got thicker, the bugs disappeared, the footsteps got faster, moving towards Ali. BANG, BANG, BANG… CRASH! Ali fell through the floor and kept falling through a long, dark hole. Boom, his whole body cracked. Was he on a bed> He wasn’t crushed, so yes, he felt like he was wriggling in a type of goo. Was it blood? What was it? He was petrified. Why had he come into this house anyway? He just wanted to go home! He had always feared the darkness, since he was a child. He was terrified.
Aaaaaagggghhhh! HELP Click, click, something was strapped around his hands and legs!
The Cornfield, by Himani
The blazing, golden field
Of swaying corn,
Fifteen acres of it,
The baby harvest mice
Scamper through the golden strips of corn.
The minute gems
Nibble carefully like a small child taking petite bites
Off the burnished segments
The lustrous, orange sun
Blazing on the corn,
But it is defensive,
Blocking out the swirling rays.
Majestic pieces of corn
They gleam from far away.
Hibernation, by Amelia
A squirrel darts quickly, nervously,
Alert for any trouble,
Getting a juicy nut every day
But for winter he’ll need double
As well as squirrel, hedgehog lies,
Curled up in her nest.
Hedgehog needn’t gather food,
This is by far the best.
Dormouse wakes her family
For a long gathering day,
Hiding a small, juicy stack
In a bale of hay
Instead of hibernating
Birds have to migrate
Swallows, swifts and nightingales
Can never, ever wait.
Argued essay: ‘Toys for boys and girls’ by Jonathan
I believe that toys should not be limited only to girls, or only to boys and that all toys are suitable for both, because all children are different and like different things. I think that children can play with any type of toy. At least they have fun.
Sometimes people think that only boys play with action figures, train sets and toy cars, but some girls might like to play with them, too.
Other people think that only girls can play with dolls, tea sets and dressing up, but boys might want to play too. Some boys and girls might like the same things, like Lego or puzzles.
In families, there are brothers and sisters. There will be lots of girly toys and boy toys. When there is an older brother or sister, the older ones have to play with the babies, so they play with boy or girl toys. The main thing is to have great fun.
Dolphins, by Amelia
Swimming freely, flapping tails,
The herd dances through the waves.
Rainbow spray scatters up
As they swim through deep sea caves.
They confer, clicking, squeaking,
Searching for fish.
One of them spots a shoal,
Every dolphin’s wish!
But then they’re trapped,
They can’t escape.
In a flash they’re gone,
Caught up in death’s black cape.
Inside of Me, by Emma
There is a squirrel inside me
that makes me wary
There is a hyena inside me
that gives me a sunny laugh
There is a sloth inside me
that makes me late for school
There is an eagle inside me
that gives me good eyesight
There is a meerkat inside me
that makes me stay alert
There is a lion inside me
that when I’m angry, makes me roar
There is a monkey inside me
that makes me good at climbing
There is a bat inside me
that makes me good at hanging upside down
There is a hare inside me
that makes me run fast as lightning
There is a pony inside me
that makes me always look for treats
There is an owl inside me
that makes me even cleverer.
Essay competition winners by George and Kieran
Communications Examination talk by Orla
Joke Book Of The Future, by Orla
I can see the laughter and the smiles of every child
I can feel the smooth skin of every child’s little fingers.
I have a beautiful colour, texture glistening in the sun.
I remember the first time I was bought in a shop full of people.
I am afraid of getting torn by little children having fun.
I am the joke book of the future.
Myself, by Kieran
There is a hedgehog inside me
Who rolls around like a ball.
There is a gorilla inside me
Who always whacks the ball in ping-pong.
There is a giraffe inside me
Who loves to write in English,
There is a spider inside me
Who makes webs of art in coloured gold.
There is a sloth inside me
Who is slow moving and craves sleep.
There is a squirrel inside me
Who is always willing to help collect nuts.
The Human, by Nick
Body snatcher
Life taker
Terror maker
War starter
Tribal builder
Animal eater
Weight gainer
Species killer
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