Sunday 14 December 2014
10am - 3pm 1B Sylvander Street, Balwyn North 3104
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By Mitch, Year 5
Put always in caps, when starting thine phrase, For fun ways of wording, use creative word plays. Use thou speech marks, when try'ng to make say, Use these correctly, be at writing for days. By Nicole, Year 6
I remember being scared, On a plane with no air. I turned to my mum on my left, Her life a victim of theft. I tried to scream and shout, but my voice did not come out. I grabbed the parachute from under me, Then opened the door, I could breathe. I put the parachute over his shoulder, Stepped out of the plane, plummeting like a boulder. Right now I'm living a very happy life, Under the moonlight every night.  By Sowmya, Year 2
Once upon a time, there lived two cows. Their names were Mr Awkward Cow and Mrs Awkward Cow. They got their names because Mr Awkward Cow had a yellow head, an orange body, and a love heart. Mrs Awkward Cow had a purple face, a blue body, and a rain cloud on her head. One day, Mr Awkward Cow had some flowers in his hand and wanted to give them to Mrs Awkward Cow. He was so excited that he ran too fast and didn't notice the puddle in front of him. SPLASH! He got all dirty but the flowers didn't. "Oh dear, what am I going to do now?" he said. He was stuck. Suddenly, Mrs Awkward Cow saw what had happened. She heaved and tried to push him out, but nothing happened. She tried one very last time. Nothing happened. Poor Mr Awkward Cow. "What am I going to do?" he said again. After that, Mrs Awkward Cow had a great idea. She would push and Mr Awkward Cow would pull. Finally, it worked. Mr Awkward Cow was free. Now he could give the flowers to his wife. Mrs Awkward Cow was so happy that the rain cloud stopped raining on her head. By Matthew, Year 1
I used to be the bravest boy in my family. After what happened a week ago, I don't think I am the bravest anymore. There was an enormous black spider in the secret room. It is actually my brother's room. We called it the secret room because we shared secrets there. When my mum was cleaning, she noticed the spider and screamed. My mum is very frightened of insects like ants, spiders, silverfish, cockroaches, mosquitoes and lots more. Once I heard my mum scream, I knew what was the problem. I got the insect killer and rushed upstairs. I quickly sprayed the spider. When I thought the spider was dead, I was about to touch it. Thousands of baby spiders burst out of the spider's tummy. They started chasing me and my mum. My mum was so scared that her face turned pale. After a minute, my dad came back from work. He heard us screaming and ran upstairs to help us. He grabbed a tissue and squashed all the babies flat. After that we cleaned up all the spiders and put them in the bin. The next day, there was another spider. My mum called me again but this time I pretended I was sick so that I didn't have to pick it up as I was so scared. But I didn't want anyone to know that because everyone would think that I am a scaredy cat. Then my mum called my dad to pick it up. By GSG, Year 1
Once upon a time there lived a boy with his mum. One night, the weather turned really nasty. This made the boy feel frightened, so frightened that he hid under his blanket in fear. He stayed there until his mum came to his room to give him a hug so that he could feel much better. Unfortunately he didn't feel much better. Luckily, however, he felt much better because his mum gave him another hug. Finally, the boy became really brave. So brave that his mum called him Superboy. It smells a little bit like fresh paint. Oh wait, maybe that's the studio. Anyhoo, we finally have a shiny new website to match our new space!
Have a look around, and check back in - we'll be recruiting many writers to contribute to this blog very soon. Bye for now, Amy |
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