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By Connie Freeman 7A

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Dear Reader

You are about to embark on a journey over land and through time; you will

encounter criminals and victims, mystery and mishaps, chilling tales and tales

that will suspend belief!

The writing in this booklet has been undertaken by students from across every

year group; some has been completed as part of their English work, some for fun

and some as part of our very own creative writing club. You will find poetry and

short stories. Some of the writing is wholly original and others have been created

in response to the reading of a published text, using a similar style or developing

a character to present a new idea.

This is just a small sample of the writing that we undertake in English at FCC and

we hope you enjoy reading it as much as we have.

We would like to acknowledge the effort demonstrated by all the students who, in

spite of recent circumstances, have continued to produce excellent creative

pieces that we are reading today, and the FCC staff involved for helping with the

publishing of this great anthology of work. Without your input we would not have

this wonderful platform on which to display the creativity of our students.

Best wishes

The English Department

2020

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Contents Page Page 5: Home School by Adam Francis 8M. Pages 6-7: 24 Word Stories: Josh Watson 8H, Hope by Isabelle Andrews 7P, Imogen Orde 8M, Emily Briggs 7A, Grace Hill 7P, Jacob Carr 7E, Dylan Channell 8H, Lola Handson 8C, Charley Barker 8E, Cristina Muntean 8F, Bodi Rapson 8C, Holly Cox 8A, Harry Clist 8H, Jacob Laye 10P, Emma Barrasford 9E and Adam Francis 8M. Page 8: 2020 is saved by Thomas Coe 9A (winner of the 2020 FCC Sci Fi competition). Page 9: Love Sonnet by Rehanon Grinstead 9E. Page 10: The Debonair Voleur by Amelie Nicolson 7P. Page 11: Monologue: Racial Hatred by Nathaniel Koakan 9H. Pages 12-13: Murder Mystery Story by Libby Pennicott 7A and Onion Metaphor Poem by Lexie Lyons 9M. Page 14: A Misty Night by Rupert Woolgar 9L.

Page 15: Lurking in the shadows by Mollie Burke 7E.

Page 16: Working from Home (inspired by the Dr. Seuss text ‘Oh the places you’ll go’) by

Benjamin Hazelden 8H.

Page 17: Animal Cruelty by Zoe Louise Eydmann 7A.

Page 18: The Storm by Edward McMullan 11L.

Pages 19-20: Lockdown is hard by Lucy Lennox 8H.

Page 21: Writing from the viewpoint of Stanley Yelnats (the main protagonist in Holes by Louis Sachar) by Katy Ribbons 8E and A Woodland Walk by Marcy Hurd 8E. Page 22: Letter from the viewpoint / perspective of a WWI Soldier by Ruby Richards 9A and Ella Frisby 9H (individual pieces). Page 23: Lockdown Rhyme by Emma Barrasford 9E. Page 24: I Saved Time by Libby Pennicott 7A (runner-up in the FCC sci-fi competition).

Page 25: WWI Alphabet Acrostic Poem by Charlie Bean 9C (inspired by the poem ‘Sea Sketch’ by Simon Armitage).

Page 26: Triple Tragedy at Yew Tree Lodge by Samuel Shelton 7P.

Page 27: The Great Egyptian Robbery by Alex Ermina 7A.

Page 28: How to Survive a Poisonous Snake Attack by Grace Hill 7P. Page 29: Fading Away by Alex Smith 9E and Why Did He Do It? by Holly Rose 10L.

Page 30: Monologue of Billy Weaver (inspired by the Landlady by Roald Dahl) by Jacob Carr 7E.

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Page 31: Creative writing from the perspective of a nurse during WWI by Amy Harris 9E (inspired

by the poem Sea Sketch written by Simon Armitage) and Descriptive writing by Bethan Hazell 9P

(based on the poem ‘Sea Sketch’ by Simon Armitage).

Page 32: The Building by Lucy Lennox 9H.

Page 33: Shakespearean Sonnet by Matthew Lennon 9L.

Pages 34-35: The Mirror by Lucie-Rose Robinson 10L and The Unknown Planet by Cristina

Muntean 8F (5th place in the 2020 FCC sci-fi competition).

Page 36: Will I ever be found? by Poppy Alderson 10F. Page 37: London by Jake Brown 10E. Page 38: The Year That Never Happened by Rebecca Holland 7C (3rd place entry in 2020 FCC

sci-fi competition) and Alien Invasion by Sam Jack 8P (4th place entry in 2020 FCC Sci-Fi

competition).

Page 39: Woods Description by Cristina Muntean 8F and Explore Woods by Amelia Iden 8P.

Page 40: Triple Tragedy at Yew Tree Lodge by Grace Hill 7P.

Page 41: How to Survive a Poisonous Snake Attack by Samuel Shelton 7P.

Page 42: Percy Jackson Trading Cards by Amelie Nicholson 7P (inspired by class novel Percy

Jackson and the Lightening Thief by Rick Riordan).

Page 43: Into the Woods by Charley Barker 8E. Page 44: The Candy Land Trap... by Freya Phoenix 7A. Page 45: Chameleons Can Corrupt by Samuel Shelton 7P. Page 46: The Gloop by Joshua Saunders 7A.

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Home School by Adam Francis 8M

In lockdown we find ourselves in a strange place, where learning from home is a different pace, there’s Maths and there’s English, French and RE, whatever is next, what will it be?

Sometimes it’s fun, can be easily done, but sometimes it’s tough, and can seem a bit rough! I’m missing my friends, the guys and the gals, doing school work is better when done with my pals.

But school work is something I’ve always enjoyed, so most of the time it fills a big void; the teachers at Felpham are the best of the bunch, I’ll come back to this story, after my lunch!

‘Lunch-time!’ mum shouts from the kitchen with zest, I must admit eating with family is best. So it’s not all been sad, or lonely and bland, and if stuck on my work mum and dad lend a hand.

Back from lunch now, and back on with this task, what to write next? Is the question I ask. No, I’ll crack on, on my own as this rhyming is stuck, my brain is stuck rhyming I hope it’s bad luck!

So maths is up next, a favourite of mine, times tables, equations and things that don’t rhyme! But logic is solid and grounds all the doubt, of how the world works and working things out. Ms Karpowicz sets us some challenging stuff, Mrs Ballantyne also makes maths really tough! But like I have said, I do like to think, so I really don’t mind when maths is the link.

Ms Constantine set me this task today and I have to say thanks for my brain away-day! It’s fun and it’s hard all at the same time, to rhyme all the lessons I’ve had thus far. So what will be next in my English class? With luck you’ll agree that I really should pass!

I’d like to end this with a very big ask, to Mr Anstiss and you, and the rest of the staff. Stay alert, control the virus and help save the lives, of all of us stuck home, the husbands and wives. Home school is a pain and I want to come back and to Felpham Community College - a big pat on the back.

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24-word stories (National Writing Day Challenge)

Link: https://firststory.org.uk/writeday/

Josh Watson 8H One day there was a cat who was happily munching on some grass when a giant spaceship silently picked him up and ate him.

Isabelle Andrews 7P Hope

One day, my grandmother said to me: The night sky, It is full of those who have left; You can always find hope. Imogen Orde 8M One day. One day was all it took to flip my world upside down. It all happened last Thursday when I was walking home. Emily Briggs 7A One day I was walking home from school when I heard a strange noise from above. Nervously, I looked up and saw aliens invading... Grace Hill 7P One day. That’s what people say when talking about a better future. But what’s wrong with today? Anyone can change the world, can’t they? Jacob Carr 7E One day I was playing Frisbee with my family, when it disappeared. Whilst searching for the Frisbee, I was transported into a mythical world...

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24-word stories (National Writing Day Challenge)

Dylan Channell 8H One day the world will end. Everything I love will disappear but what if you had the choice to change it? Because I do. Lola Handson 8C One day the ravenous, hungry lion travelled off hunting for its meal in the hot safari. The lion gazed at the zebra and.... pounced. Charley Barker 8E One day, as I trudged down the dark, small, cold corridor, I realised the callous, wicked murderer was breathing behind me. Time to run. Cristina Muntean 8F One day everything changed. Humans that were scared to the bone were finally able to break free and enjoy earth’s fresh air once again. Bodi Rapson 8C ‘One day,’ he whispered. ‘One day you will rule this land. One day you’ll have it all my son. Now go don’t look back.’ Holly Cox 8A One day the world will be silent. A forgotten place once home to many. Floating endlessly through space. One day there will be nothing.

Harry Clist 8H Lots of people have been inside bored but one day the whole world decided to party and make up for the time they lost. Jacob Laye 10P

The sight of an enemy plane caused havoc as the refugees walking the road, all dropped to the floor. But it was too late. Emma Barrasford 9E One day you could be presented with a myriad of amazing opportunities but don't ignore them as once the sun sets they might too. Adam Francis 8M One day I was paddle-boarding with my friend. The water was choppy. I nearly tumbled into the dark deep ocean. But I righted myself.

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2020 is saved

by Thomas Coe 9A (winner of the 2020 FCC sci-fi competition) Prompt: Time machines have been invented and you can visit any historical event of your choice. Where would you visit? What will happen? (courtesy of Reedsy https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/)

The year is 2020, while we are in quarantine a great scientist named Thomas Coe invents the actual first ever time machine. He creates a live recording broadcasted all over the world and people from every country with live television is watching as he attempts the first ever time travel in human history. He picks his year 2019 and warns everyone about this new disease called covid-19 that will affect everyone living; scientists from all over the world work super hard to find a cure and then one Russian scientist finally finds the cure for this unknown deadly virus and he eradicates it before it even ever exists. And once Thomas Coe goes back into his time machine, he travels back to the day he travelled to in 2019 and looks outside his window to see all the school children out at the beach and enjoying the summer that they were deprived of due to lockdown. The year is saved and everything is well.

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Love Sonnet by Rehanon Grinstead 9E

I watch the dark become consumed by the light,

I miss thee very much.

Why can’t you be here at night?

I want to escape as such.

But such things are too high, right?

Why are we never in touch?

Shall I compare the days without light,

Never saw you much.

I love to hear you speak; yet well I know,

Music as pleasing as ever,

The trees drooping and low.

Everything dying yet you never knew…never,

*Yet my love for you is rare,

Nothing can even compare…

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The Debonair Voleur by Amelie Nicolson 7P

There was once a cunning monkey

who was a great tea leaf

For those who don’t know rhyming slang

that means he was a thief.

He stalked the streets of Lyon

never one to drop his guard

Always looking for an easy win

‘cos honest living’s hard.

At night a master criminal

by day a gentlemanly chap

this sneaky creature let no one know

what he did when they would nap.

Pocketing his swag, he swung

from buildings by his tail

Always leaving his trademark,

a banana skin in the mail!

By day him being a villain

was far from a person’s thought

his charm and sophistication

stopped him from being caught.

On his head a top hat stood

As proudly as can be

A red gilet and black cravat

you’d take him home for tea!

But by night he sneaked and snuck and crept

And flew and swung and leapt

the fortunes that he stole each night

lay hidden and out of sight.

Millions of riches he carried with him

this stealing method was such a sin

gold and money jewels so bright

no precious thing was safe at night.

So, if you are to visit Lyon

please quite aware

of this despicable thief

Monsieur Du Vere.

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Monologue: Racial Hatred by Nathaniel Koakan 9H

How could you?

How could you watch the earth move from a window and see that she is unwell?

How could you divide the people of the world into teams of race forcing one another to fight

for freedom in anger?

How could you glare when another team walks by significantly downgrading the confidence

they once had?

To the team that does not understand that a screen of darkness does not make you a better

person.

To the team that pretends to understand what racial hatred feels like when it's implied to you.

To the team that forgets that white is not the only shade.

To the team that forgets that this time is not all about you.

So, let's kill it.

Let us kill the force field that divides us into teams.

Let us kill the mind that prefers one colour over another.

And let us kill that racial hatred.

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Murder Mystery Story by Libby Pennicott 7A

Darkness. The lights all went out and a blood piercing scream sounded through the house.

As the lights slowly flickered back on, everyone crowed around a limp body in the middle of

the room.

‘What on earth happened?!’ shrieked a young girl with blonde bunches.

‘Someone call the police, detective, anything!!!’ another boy screamed.

A phone call was made to Detective Peter and a long silent wait occurred. Finally, a ding-

dong echoed through the silent house. The detective entered and questioned about the

murder.

‘Well, we had a party for our workers as Johnny here is leaving,’ began Gordon, ‘then all the

lights went out. When the lights came back on he was dead,’ he finished.

‘Thank you, I will see you all individually now. Starting with her,’ said the detective pointing to

a small girl in the corner crying.

Peter took her into a room and sat her down.

‘Name and relation to the witness.’

‘My name is Suzy, I am his grand-daughter. Please tell me who killed my Grampa!!!’ she

exclaimed.

‘I must know all you know, and go into details.’

‘I was at the party as Grampa needed my help with setting up. I came after he called me as I

have been so lonely since my sister died. Our parents died when we were six. Now I am

alone.’ She paused for a second gulping and holding back her tears. ‘We set up the

decorations, poured drinks and set up snacks. Then the guests began to arrive. One by one

they entered. Greetings and smiles were exchanged. It was going well until around 6 o’clock

when the lights went off. His scream was horrif…’ she broke off as she had lost control and

could no longer hold back her tears.

‘Thank you miss, you may go. Next please.’

‘Hi, my name is Johnny, nice to meet you. I have worked for Gordon for 12 years and I am

sad to see him go, but everyone has to go eventually.’

‘Details.’

‘Yes of course. Well I arrived and was greeted by Suzy and Gordon. We partied until around

six then the lights went off. They came on again and he was dead. All I know.’ He shrugged

and left.

Well that was useless, Peter thought to himself.

‘HI!!! I AM LUCY!!’

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‘I am not deaf!’

‘Sorry, it’s just I thought you were a deaftective. Ha ha. Anyway I am Lucy. Gordon employed

me as his maid, I hated it. Don’t really care he died, but at least I won’t need to do anymore

dusting. Anyway guess you’ve been hearing the exact same thing over and over, so yeah

bye.’

A boy came in and said:

‘I am the only person left, my name is Mark. I am Gordon’s dog walker. I don’t see him much

so I am grateful he invited me. Such a great man…the murderer must have been an absolute

monster. May I leave now?’

‘Of course.’

Peter walked into the large room where many conversations were being whispered. Then

silence, everyone stared at the detective.

‘I know who ‘I’ is.’

Onion Metaphor Poem by Lexie Lyons 9M

Tears stream down your face when you look at me

You turn and walk away from me as my bitter presence burns your eyes.

You watch as I’m stabbed to perfection

For your pleasure and you start to cry as I slowly…die.

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A Misty Night by Rupert Woolgar 9L

The grim mist trawled through the town,

Touching all corners of the village,

Filling all corners of the village.

It crawled forward,

The breath of ghosts,

Creeping round,

Like a lingering curse.

In the cattle shed one cow lays alone,

With the last of the light failing.

It begins to moan,

The fog continues to dwell,

Like a depressing gift,

Sent from hell.

Suddenly,

The call of a crow,

The fog begins to fade,

And as the sun starts to rise,

The fog.

Dies.

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Lurking in the Shadows by Mollie Burke 7E

My house was in danger. Big danger. Houses go down each night. Mine had to be next, it had to

be.

‘Please, please miss I have to see him!! I have to speak to someone about this. Let me in!’

I knocked on the door labelled ` Robert Starling ` and barged in feeling desperate and helpless,

hoping he`d be in there. I saw him, a shiver went down my spine, I smiled – it was weird. I

couldn’t move, it was like I was glued to the spot. This was the world's most famous sleuth –

Robert Starling! He was sitting in the corner of the office behind a large wooden desk, his feet

resting on the white stained carpet. He wore a dark green cloak over jet-black trousers. He stood

up, nearly touching the ceiling, he started to pace up and down, he was quite intimidating, but I

knew he could help me.

‘So, Miss Ashely, what is it that’s bothering you?’ He started.

I had no words, but I had to do this, I took a deep breath and started to talk.

‘It`s where I live. Each day each house is getting abandoned and it`s my house next, it has to be!’

I was shouting now; I couldn’t control myself.

‘Calm yourself, Ella, start over in every detail,’ he was intense. I could barely stand this.

‘It all started when my sister, Jess, went over to our next door neighbour’s house to deliver some

eggs, this was around 9.00am. Now this would usually only take a couple of minutes, but she

wasn’t back till 14.00. When she did though she looked pale, a little sick but overall she was

scared. I sat her down. She started to cry, her tears running down her cheeks she was hysterical.

I gave her some tea and finally forced her into it.’

‘Mrs Aidlemen she’s…she`s dead!’

‘What?’” Goosebumps were forming everywhere ‘How?’

She replied, ‘I don`t know I just walked in and she started to choke.’

This was only the beginning this same thing was happening every day, each time to a different

household - there`s no people left. I'm next, I'm next.

Ok miss is it just you living in this house? And will it be empty in a couple of hours?’ he asked

clearly intrigued.

‘Yes, this house belongs only to me and I am the only person currently living it.’

‘Ok, meet me outside your house at 15.00.’

I strolled out of his office giving my thanks. Feeling happy with myself. I couldn’t wait till 15.00.

The clock stuck 15.00. The doorbell rang. He was here.

He strolled into my house like he didn’t have a care in the world. He started to walk up and down

again struggling to think of a solution to the situation.

Suddenly, he stopped. He looked out of the window to the

empty house.

‘Who`s that?’ He said.

My mouth dropped

‘Mrs Aidlemen. And my sister!’

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Working from Home by Benjamin Hazelden 8H

(inspired by the Dr. Seuss text ‘Oh the places you’ll go’)

Working from home

Is not very fun

There’s better things to do

Better things to get done

You’d rather be watching TV or YouTube

Playing some games

Or making some food.

When you’re working from home

It is such a bore

Learning the things

You’ve not been taught before

You write down this sentence

You write down this sum

If you don’t get it right

It makes you feel dumb.

You scratch your head

You look at the clock

You can’t help but yawn

And wish it would stop.

When the virus is over

You’ll go back to school

But two metres apart

Because that’s the new rule.

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Animal Cruelty by Zoe Louise Eydmann 7A

Here I am, tied up to a chain,

I sit in this circle, all on my own,

I’m waiting around,

Just wanting to play.

But I can’t get out of this dirty chain,

It's at my neck and weighs at my soul,

I feel like I’m dead,

And he’s digging my hole.

Just bring me inside,

Away from the cold,

I want to see my owner,

Which is the master criminal.

We can leave this in the past,

I just want to be free,

Don’t ignore my cries,

And let your eyes see.

Come on master criminal out you come, let’s go and play.

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The Storm by Edward McMullan 11L

Colossal clumps of ancient rock loom over the still lake. Birds chirp and chatter as the

morning sun rises. Clusters of trees bear juicy and flavoursome fruits. Angelic puffs of white

float through the air, without a care in the world.

However, not everything was serene. Far off, vicious and bitter clouds of grey (unlike their

pure predecessors) were brewing. As they neared, the birds started to flee. Trees swayed to

and fro as violent gusts started to stir. The storm was now in full throttle. Tempest gods

unleashed their unimaginable fury on to the once tranquil landscape shards of water

plummeted down below, obliterating the wildlife.

The once peaceful water is now a battleground; every organism and animal is fighting for

survival. Up in the mountain range, the war intensifies. Menacing clusters of deadly hail swirl

around, lashing out at anything that dared to move. Ancient mounds of rock, watch in sorrow

as the torrents annihilate, watching their home being reduced to rubble.

All hope is not lost however, as the mountains themselves stood strong. They stood firm

against everything the tempest gods threw at them.

Slowly, the storm begins to retreat. Grey clouds slowly float away, being replaced by the

once again purer counterpart. Waves of devastating destruction start to cease. The damage

was done, however...

Dozens of trees had been killed, the once colourful fruit now scattered around the area.

Despite driving the evil forces away, the storm had left its mark. The mountains would never

forget this day and knew the storm would be back.

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Lockdown is Hard by Lucy Lennox 8H

Lockdown is hard,

Look around you...

It’s true!

But not for one as mighty as you.

Don’t believe me?

Trust, I’m not teasing,

Follow along this path I’ll be leading...

You’re strong,

I’m not wrong!

Never wrong, not me!

Wait! Stay with me,

Please do not leave!

I have reasons,

It’s true

I’ve written them here.

These reasons for you!

Listen closely, dear.

Life’s been tough before!

Take a moment to think,

Perhaps back to when,

You forgot how to wink!

Or to the time

Your thoughts were all in a blur,

And you began speaking gibberish,

As it were.

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And though it may tug you,

Or pull you,

Or squeeze you!

Life could never do more

Than just tease you.

So onward you go!

Come stumble, or crack...

For life is in front,

Don’t ever look back.

Lockdown is hard,

Look around you...

It’s true!

But not for one as mighty as you.

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Writing from the viewpoint of Stanley Yelnats (the main protagonist in Holes by Louis Sachar)

Dear Diary,

I hate my no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather, if it weren’t for him, I’m

sure none of this would have happened. I wouldn’t be stuck on this bus for the next nine

hours in the blazing sun on my way to Camp Green Lake; I keep trying to tell myself it’s going

to be as nice as it sounds but why would they send ‘bad boys' to a nice camp? Oh well

there’s no turning back now I’ll be there soon.

Great, I’ve just arrived at the place I’m spending the next 18 months. This was a mistake a

big mistake, I was given the choice of here or jail and in the moment the decision seemed

obvious, who wouldn’t choose camp over jail? But now I’m here I’m starting to think I

should’ve chosen jail, at least I would be inside, I would have enough water and food and I

wouldn’t have to dig holes all day. I don’t know why we’re being made to dig holes - I don’t

think anyone does.

As I arrived, I was ‘welcomed' by a weird man called Mr. Sir in sunglasses and a cowboy hat,

he was sat down with his feet on a desk and he was chewing on sunflower seeds. He gave

me my clothes (one pair for relaxing and one pair for working) and told me that if I wanted to

run away I could do so now, but the camp has the only water for miles so I wouldn’t make it

far. I don’t know if he is nice or not but at least he lets us relax after digging our hole.

by Katy Ribbons 8E

A Woodland Walk by Marcy Hurd 8E

Walking through the woods one morning, I could see trees neatly lined up like soldiers to

attention. The sunlight was streaming through the trees making dappled pools along the

path. The many different greens and browns made an interesting pallet.

In the distance, I could hear woodpeckers hammering at an old trunk; closer I could hear the

cooing of doves mixed with the tunes of black birds and robins. The squirrels were scurrying

through the under growth and quickly climbing into the trees. Far away a flock of sheep were

calling their lambs.

As I wandered into the woods, I could make out the perfume of primroses and cowslips filling

the air. Mixed with this was the smell of newly formed leaves and grasses. I could almost

taste the perfume from the flowers.

The woods are heaven.

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Letter from the viewpoint / perspective of a WWI Soldier

Dear Mum and Dad,

I hope you are okay and I hope to see you soon when the war finally finishes. I cannot promise anything, but I will do my best to stay as safe as I can. Don’t worry about me. With my friends’ help we will try to stay safe. Tomorrow we go over the front line, I don’t really know what happens out there, but I know we are not all going to survive.

I love both of you so much, tell the cats I miss them. My friends and I are trying to stay positive, but the nerves are creeping into the trenches. We are trying to avoid disease and infection but with these conditions anyone could get ill. It is hard to sleep at night, all the noise keeps me awake, I don’t think there has been a point when it has been completely silent, even for a second.

The worst thing that has happened is the gas attacks, they are so sudden and are such a rush. Our masks are fiddly but thankfully no one I know has died because of the gas yet…And I hope they never do.

The food is disgusting but as we are very hungry we eat it anyway, the clothing is wet and itchy we can’t wash then or change our boots and socks so our feet are wet all day and all night so our feet get blisters and cuts.

Thank you for the socks they are very helpful and thank you for the pebble, I keep it in my pocket every day and every night, it reminds me of you and I think of you every second of the day. I do hope I will see you all again soon.

Love you, Your son John

by Ruby Richards 9A

July 5th 1915

Dear Mother,

I hope you are all well. Thank you for my gifts, everyone enjoyed the fruit. It is warm here now, so you can stop sending me warm clothes. It can be a little too warm some days, although I much prefer it from the cold and wet. The mud has dried and now there is dust everywhere. It keeps going up my nose and in my eyes.

The battle will have begun by the time you get my letter. I don’t want you to worry, I’ll be okay. Please give my love to Pa and Oliver and Annie. I love them all very much. And I love you too Ma. Don’t worry and look after yourselves, keep safe.

Love your son, Fred.

by Ella Frisby 9H

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Lockdown Rhyme by Emma Barrasford 9E

How do I stay healthy and happy?

When all I am is bored and dappy!

I don't want to run a mile-

I just want to relax and smile.

Step one is to eat more fruit:

No matter how large or minute,

Just try to enjoy it and you will see

Healthiness will come naturally

But if eating fruit is a chore,

Then don't eat anymore!

Follow a recipe for a healthy treat

And make sure it's one you'd love to eat.

Step two is to work out each day:

It may sound hard but it can be okay,

Just 20 minutes and it will be done.

You will feel tired but would've had fun.

If after this you're still unfit and sad,

Find a different approach that's not quite as bad!

You could run with a dog but if that's no fun,

Find an exercise you enjoy -I'm sure there'll be one!

Step three is to meet up and talk.

As you can see your friends if you go for a walk,

But remember to stay two metres away!

As there are still rules we have to obey.

Seeing people again is guaranteed to spark joy,

Leaving you happy as you did something you enjoy,

Now you're healthy and happy-

And no longer bored and dappy

So carry on with this guide

And lockdown will fly by!

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I Saved Time by Libby Ennicott 7A

(runner-up in the FCC Sci-fi competition) Prompt: Imagine you have the ability to stop time and everything is still. One day you stop time, but you notice something or someone is moving. What happens next? (https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/)

“STOP!!!” I yelled.

The birds above me came to an abrupt halt. A man across the street came to a stand-still.

The trees stopped swaying. Time froze. But, then out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of

orange. Then again. What could it be?

I inched closer, terrified. I pushed the soaking leaves from the rain aside to reveal a small

orange figure. A fox. But no ordinary fox. This fox had large ears and purple eyes.

“Well it was about time,” a voice said.

I looked around, but saw I was alone.

“Down here!” the fox exclaimed.

“You can talk?” I asked curiously.

“Of course I can talk, do you not know who I am?”

“No.”

“I am the Time Keeper. My job is to protect the world from harm. But I am afraid he got

loose.”

“Who got loose?”

“Me! The ‘me’ from the past! Before I met her. Julie. She is in charge of keeping me good.

The old me never found her so we locked him up. Now he has escaped. We need you. You

are our only hope……”

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WWI Alphabet Acrostic Poem

by Charlie Bean 9C (inspired by the poem ‘Sea Sketch’ by Simon Armitage)

A breath-taking view,

Beyond the fighting,

Cliffs overlooking the calm waters,

Decorative pebbles line the shore,

Everything you could ever wish for,

Fishing boats dotted around the coast,

Giant and small,

Herons dive-bombing the ships,

In the net is fishy goodness,

Just out of reach of the birds,

Killing is what I see every day,

Looking out here is my escape,

Moans and cries of the dead and dying,

Nothing is what I like to hear,

Out here everything is silent,

Perfect,

Questioning if I should go back,

Rather than just stay here,

Sneakily living on my own,

Trying to survive alone,

Under the stars is where I would sleep,

Visions of happiness,

What I wish to see.

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Triple Tragedy at Yew Tree Lodge by Samuel Shelton 7P

Silence.

Every room was pitch black, sleeping like the family inside it. A gentle breeze made one of

the solid wooden doors creak, which was inevitable as Yew Tree Lodge was built in the

Victorian era. Once it had been an idyllic manor house, filled with servants in every room.

Now it was derelict and ancient. Everything inside was in a state of disrepair; they should

have moved years ago when someone might have actually bought it. However, Yew Tree

Lodge would have a new owner soon enough.

There was a vast collection of plates in the main room, however, because they were

antiques, they were not used and were purely ornamental. Paintings filled every empty

segment of wall that wasn’t filled with partially clothed sculptures or extravagant tapestries.

Another reason the family wanted to move was because all of this spoiled their little baby,

Scarlett. They wanted her to find her own way in the world not just be known for being the

daughter of Lord and Lady Prute.

All of a sudden, the sound of leather hitting wood echoed around the empty corridors. Then

after a few more tries the door gave way, and the killer entered. He knew he had to be fast

because they must have heard the door breaking, but he had been training for this for a long

time, he knew what to do. He sprinted up the stone steps, but was it to the right or left, weeks

of training and he had forgotten. He was beginning to hyperventilate, but he searched his

mind and found out that left was the way he had to go. The parents first, then the baby.

In the master bedroom, lay Lord and Lady Prute, fast asleep. They never heard a thing, just

the sound of their brain filing away the day’s events. It was a true mystery to everyone why

they were the targets, they were such nice people. However, they had their enemies and

even if they didn’t deserve it, it had to happen like this.

The door was ajar, perfect for a stealthy entrance. He crept in and aimed the gun, Lord Prute

died instantaneously but despite the silencer the sound was deafening. Lady Prute must

have heard that! He was proved right as she slowly aroused from her slumber and turned her

head to peer at where the noise had come from, another loud bang. She fell back onto her

bed and lay there unmoving, sleeping for an eternity, never to wake up.

It was Scarlett’s turn, the killer headed down one flight of stairs and up the next, an odd

design for modern times but regular for the Victorians. He heard a scream and then sobbing,

it was as if he had a compass telling him where to go. He crept into the room and: Bang! The

third and final Prute was dead; now all he had to do was escape. He tip-toed down the silver

stone steps and slipped through the empty doorway, glancing at the door that lay beside him:

his handiwork. Then off into the horizon, concealing his gun in his jacket pocket.

Silence once more.

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The Great Egyptian Robbery by Alex Ermina 7A

A sand storm was approaching so he had to act fast. Rummaging through his pockets, he found a medium sized chisel. As he broke into the ancient pyramid he could hear a helicopter’s propellers swirling at the speed of light. Glancing back at it, he realised it could be no-one but the police of Egypt. When he was in the old burial of Cleopatra, he found what he was looking for… The jewel of the afterlife…. The jewel of the afterlife was a small, blue and shiny crystal. The holder would decide who goes to the afterlife or turns into a lost soul, wandering through the cities of Egypt, cold and scared, looking for someone to help them. He shuddered. Something had moved next to him. He just thought it was a snake. Something moved next to him again, but this time it was quicker. Starting to feel terrified for his life, he ran as quickly as he could, desperate to get back to safety but suddenly… a tall, dark figure was standing in front of him.

“Ⲁⲛ-ⲟⲩ ⲙⲟⲩ!” The tall figure shouted.

Dizziness turned to disappearance for the pyramid raider. The next day… ‘A jewel has been stolen from the great pyramids in Egypt. The police chased after them but did not come out as well as the robber. A private detective has been hired from the city of Cairo, to find who the robber really was. Thank you for watching Cairo news.’ Suspect 1: James Daniels, a man working at the funeral service has not been having success these few weeks and might lose his house and family next month and would need something to make more customers come to his service. Suspect 2: Harry Loveheart, a teenager who wanted to be a successful archaeologist and has always dreamed of finding something leading to eternity. He teaches archaeological studies. Suspect 3: Alex Death, a man who needs money and has had seven life sentences in prison, but has mysteriously escaped lots of times. His job is to teach kids in Cairo Coptic language. Who do you think killed the robber and took the jewel?

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How to Survive a Poisonous Snake Attack by Grace Hill 7P

If you’re reading this I can only assume that you are in the trouble, unless of course you are reading this for enjoyment then by all means go ahead. These simple steps will tell you all you need to know to survive a poisonous snake attack. If you are in trouble, I would advise that you read quickly.

1. If you are face to face with a snake, stare into its eyes and don’t blink. If it is still you are

doing well, if not proceed quickly to step 4.

2. At this point you may or may not be cornered. If you are, stay completely still and do not

break eye contact. If you are on the ground, read this very carefully. After you have stayed

still for at least a minute, blink once then stare into the snake’s eyes again. If you do this

right the snake should hiss, but stay still. If the snake starts moving go to step 4.

3. Keep staring for a few seconds then very slowly get to your feet and blink once again. DO

NOT attempt to stand up quickly. You may have calmed the snake for now, but be

warned, when threatened they can move as fast as a bullet and bite with teeth as sharp as

a dagger.

4. If the snake is not still, pay close attention. The problem might be that you keep blinking, if

you think this is the problem blink once again and then keep your eyes closed. READ

THIS FIRST though so you know what to do. Keep your eyes closed until you hear a hiss.

This hiss should be short and loud but it could be quiet and that would be ok too. If you

have read up to here you can now close your eyes and when you hear the hiss go back to

step 1.

5. Once you are on your feet look around for a clear path away from the snake. This could

be a man-made path or just a clearing in a forest. If there is, go to step 7. If there is not a

path nearby, the best option is to distract the snake so you can get away. First, slowly

crouch down again whilst staring into the snake’s eyes. If you have any type of bag with

you, find a small object such as a pen or a tennis ball etc. If you don’t have a bag DO NOT

PANIC. I assume that you are wearing shoes. If so, very slowly remove one shoe and hold

it behind your back. Then close your eyes and listen for the snake to hiss. When it does,

throw the shoe as far away from you as you can.

6. Run as fast as you can through the most direct path you can see even if it is through some

undergrowth. Go to step 8 if you have done this.

7. Once you have decided on the path to use break eye contact with the snake and stare at

the place furthest away from the path. Stare for at least a minute or until the snake has

followed your gaze then swiftly turn and run as fast as you can away from the snake.

8. If you are reading this you must have run away from the snake. DO NOT STOP though

and keep running until you reach either a place with lots of people or a building because

snakes are afraid of people and are more likely to retreat than attack.

Congratulations - if you have escaped the snake and I sincerely hope you have. If you are ever

unfortunate enough to need to use this to escape again I offer you just one more piece of advice:

don’t panic. If you panic it will always make things worse. Once more, well done if you survived your

encounter with a snake; you should be proud.

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Fading Away by Alex Smith 9E

Once I was everything

Now I’m beginning to fade

And I’m becoming nothing

A mere form of shade

My love for you shall never die

As long as I still breathe

In that I never lie

I will not take my leave

But after all this time I still love you

For love is a strong word

You said this was new

While you said it’s absurd

For you’re the most beautiful I see

I don’t need anyone else I only need thee.

Why Did He Do It? by Holly Rose 10L

Trevor was the last person on earth that I expected to do that… He was such a happy, kind, caring, incredible person; he was my best friend. When I got told the heart trembling news my stomach dropped to the floor in a flash, my eyes filled with water quicker than the Titanic- my eyes were the Titanic. Flushing with buckets of water, in shock of what my ears were listening to. My whole body started shaking immensely, I was overwhelmed with emotion. I was just so shocked, sad, scared. Every emotion under the sun roared through me; not one part of my body felt happy. It was only two days ago that I had saw him last. He was filled with excitement and cheerfulness, as if he was the happiest soul on earth. But I had no idea, how did I not know? How could I have been so stupid to not recognise his heart ache and misery? A remorseful flash of anger raced into my blood, I was so angry with myself, infuriated in fact. How did I not realise that my best friend in my entire life was hurting so much would do such a thing? I raced and raced around my house until I could no more… The world unfolding before me all came to a sudden halt- I threw my arms around my mum and dad faintly and cried and cried for countless minutes. Trevor, why did you have to drink that…Why?

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Monologue of Billy Weaver by Jacob Carr 7E

(inspired by the Landlady by Roald Dahl)

‘I might turn in,’ I said.

‘No!’ she shouted. ‘Sorry, I mean no, you must come and see Christopher Mulholland and Mr

Temple.’

‘Um ok,’ I said. She led me all the way to the fourth floor, worrying thoughts popping into my

head.

‘Perhaps I should run you a nice hot bath?’ she asked.

‘No I am fine promise,’ I muttered.

‘Go on,’ she insisted. ‘Please try it; there will be things that will make the bath lovely...’

‘Yes my lady,’ I said - the words were pulled right out my mouth even though I hadn’t meant

to say them. She disappeared into the bathroom and moments later returned. A sickly sweet

smell was coming from the bathroom as hot steam filtered out.

‘Good’ she said sweetly, ‘Get in, yes, right in.’

‘Ahh!’ I screamed, ‘It’s blood and toenails.’

‘Yes, one of my favourites - that’s Mr Temples blood,’ she gloated, ‘makes you have no

blemishes.’

‘And the light!’ I half shouted, half screamed ‘Is that his leg!’

‘Yes isn’t it wonderful,’ she added.

‘Could I see it?’ I had come up with a plan.

‘Oh yes,’ she gave it to me, ‘don’t you love it?’

As quick as a flash, I whacked her round the head and sprinted down the hallway, dripping

with blood.

I opened the window and noticed that the window latch was made of a thumb. But there was

no time to lose; she would already be gaining back consciousness.

Just as she burst through the door, I jumped out the window and down to the pub just in

time... would anyone believe me and would I still be safe?

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Creative writing from the perspective of a nurse during WWI

by Amy Harris 9E (inspired by the poem Sea Sketch written by Simon Armitage)

Pain was overwhelming, tightened like a vice around his chest while the nurse was trying to save his life. The soldier lay there on the old, uncomfortable mattress half-mad and delirious with pain. He moaned and writhed in agony as she tried to understand how to help him, she couldn't think. The wound was torn open and throbbed savagely. As the next wave of pain surged through, Pain flooded through him. He lay there helpless as the nurse didn't know how to calm his pain.

Descriptive writing by Bethan Hazell 9P (based on the poem ‘Sea Sketch’ by Simon Armitage)

As I watch over the emerald cliff,

I observe the tranquil water below. Peaceful waves

glide over each other saying hello as they go.

I can hear the splashing of the water’s surface as it is

pulled into shore, glowing a bright aqua hue that

reflects off of the sky.

I can see the chalky cliff face as white as freshly fallen snow on a cold winter’s day. A scent

of spring flowers is present in the air, I can smell it everywhere I go. As I sit on the fresh

grass, I look up at the sunset, shining on my face.

It calls out my name and smiles with a big grin on its face. It lights up the sky with a variety of

pinks, purples and yellows. I take a deep breath, in and out, and I can smell the salty sea so

much that I can almost imagine swimming around in its waters of wonder, as if I had entered

a new world out of nowhere.

As I close my eyes softly, the warmth of the sun becomes apparent. I lay back and I can now

sense things that I have never sensed before. Like the sound of the seagulls pecking at the

rocks and sand, scavenging for their evening meal.

A gentle, pleasant breeze hits my face like a brushing feather from a fluffy swan. I will always

look back on this day with wonder to remember my time on the cliff.

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The Building

by Lucy Lennox 9H

It sat central in a Cornish field strewn with dying flowers and knee-high grass. It was small,

almost the size of a cottage, though slightly larger. Its low red-brick walls were slathered with

mould and old, black vines. The air tasted like rotting chemicals and smelt just the same. The

bricks were cold to touch, though it was mid-summer and the sun reflected onto a clean silver

handle bolted to a battered, clearly cheap, white door. There were no windows but a small,

barred rectangle on the burnt brick roof. Weeds curled high threatening to grab at your

helpless legs. So…

I reached for the handle and entered the building.

As fast as a tequila shot hits your head, a distinct recognisable sent flew up my nostrils.

Urine. It took a moment to regather my thoughts, so much I hadn’t even noticed the layout, it

had no doors - no indoor walls. It was just one huge room. There wasn’t a light or any sign of

life other than the cockroaches scaling the floor. The walls were black with damp and the roof

was pointed, no attic either then. I pulled out my flash to take a better look. The red-brick

didn’t contrast well with the thick yellow carpet. I’m not sure I want to know what made it that

colour. The temperature was sub-zero and the only thing that could be heard was the muffled

sound of my footsteps on the stringy carpet. I didn’t think I could stand the smell any longer,

so I politely closed the door behind me and walked back through the dead field of poppies.

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Shakespearean Sonnet by Matthew Lennon 9L

Is this utopia, or just a dream?

This is a world filled with wonder and magic.

If I were to wake up now, I would scream.

For this to end would be truly tragic.

Fields of Lavender and forests of gold.

Deep blue skies of sapphire and silver clouds.

This is a world greater than ours, sevenfold.

This world of whimsy defies normal bounds.

But in this world hides a secret terror.

For this dimension is but a trap

To remain here is fatal error.

For all your energy it will sap.

Those who remain are met with surprise

Because this world just wishes for your demise.

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The Mirror by Lucie-Rose Robinson 10L

I awake. Darkness overwhelms me. I'm lying down and I can't see a thing. I hear silence, no people….no nothing. Then I realise my eyes are bandaged- but why? What is happening? I slowly sit up and unravel the bandage, I can see now but not well as it is near pitch black. But I can just about see I am on a bed in a plain room with a metal door that’s closed. Confused, I have no idea where I am. I can’t hear a thing or see anyone; I am all alone in this strange place. I get off the bed and look around the strange mysterious room, nothing. Just a bed and a door. I am scared to open the door as I do not know what is behind it. But I need to open it in order to either get out or find out what or where this strange place is. I slowly turn the handle and the door creaks as it opens. The creak of the door echoes across the next room, that’s when I realise that I am in a big hall. The hall is quite dark but there is a red flashing light at the end. Uneasy feelings rise as I walk to the flashing light, I wonder whether someone put this here and maybe I am not as alone as I thought. Above the flashing light is a mirror, as I look at it, I cannot see my reflection but a person. I panic as I'm not as alone as I thought. I ask who they are but no answer, instead they stare at me blankly. I step back up away from the mirror as I do not know if they are dangerous, all I know is I have a morose feeling growing inside of me. Without warning, the person is reaching their hand out of the mirror; gradually pulling themselves out to stand right in front of me. How did that happen? How did an actual person come out of a mirror? My heart pounds through my chest trying to break it open. Emotions overwhelm me, I'm panicking and cannot breathe. I feel the urge to run but I cannot as my limbs feel paralysed. I don’t know what this person is capable of, all they are doing is just standing and staring into my eyes. They can sense my anxiety and panic which is what they want, they want me to feel scared. Then suddenly my head hurts, and I see total darkness. I awake. Darkness overwhelms me. Then a light is turned on, I see my mum and realise I am back in my room. Relief fills me as I realise it was all a dream (well more like a nightmare). I then get up and ready and leave for school. As the day drags on, things seem weird, people are acting strange and off. Reality doesn’t seem so real. I think maybe I am just tired as I didn’t have the best night sleep as I was dreaming most the night. But everything is weird. I try speaking to my friends, but they just stare into my eyes blankly then just carry on like normal talking to each other. Even though I am with my friends and am at school I feel alone, like this weird eerie feeling that surrounds me. After a long, strange day I arrive home. Everything is silent even though all my family are home. I walk into the kitchen to have my usual after school chat with my mum whilst we cook dinner, but she is also acting off. I speak to her and she just stares at me and looks at me blankly. It is like everyone can see me but cannot speak to me. Exhausted, I go upstairs to bed. I think that maybe if I sleep better tonight things should get better tomorrow. As my head hits my pillow I gradually fall asleep. Only… I awake. Darkness overwhelms me. I'm lying down and I can't see a thing. I hear silence, no people…no nothing. I feel the bandage over my eyes again and panic as I realise, I am in the same place I was in my dream. Anxiety increases as I am back here, but how? Is this a dream or is it reality? I cannot tell the difference between them anymore.

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I open the door and enter the hall again; it is like my body is drawn to go to the mirror. I cannot control my movements; my feet are controlling where I am going and my mind is telling me the opposite. I face the mirror again and see the same thing, not my reflection but the strange person. It is like my dream is repeating itself, but this time it feels more real, can my dream be turning into reality? Suddenly, I feel a shooting pain in my head and my spine, I see the weird person again staring straight into my eyes, staring right into my soul. He pushes me to the ground, the shooting pain in my head and spine suddenly stops and I see darkness again. This time I know I won’t wake up again.

The Unknown Planet by Cristina Muntean (5th place in the 2020 FCC sci-fi competition)

My crew and I have been planning this journey for over four years and it was finally time to take off. Our trip around the Milky-Way was going perfectly until we hit something hard causing our ship to come to a sudden halt. While my crew were having a breakdown about trying to restart the ship, I decided to take matters into my own hands and go out there to explore this unknown planet. I was heading back to my ship when I heard a loud rumbling behind me. When I turned around for a closer look, I saw a massive sandstorm heading my way. I sprinted as fast as I could to get back to my ship, but that was no use because I got dragged away with all the sand. After what felt like hours, the storm died down leaving me in an unknown area without the ship and my crew members. When I regained consciousness, I felt someone else's presence beside me. When I turned my head, I was left shocked and petrified. Standing right beside me, was an unknown creature that was never-before seen. This creature had scaly blue skin with big emerald coloured eyes and a head the size of a watermelon. When I looked closer in his eyes, I could see and sense that he was as scared and vulnerable as I was but this planet was probably his home and there were probably many more creatures just like him.

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Will I Ever be Found?

by Poppy Alderson 10F Glowing, the bright, golden sun was harsh in the tropical green surroundings of the African jungle. The sun was setting leaving a rosy sky in the distance. Slowly, I rock side to side as the elephant trundles along. Peeking through the branches, I arrive at a sea of luscious green trees, standing in front of me. Suddenly, groups of monkeys swing from tree to tree crossing our path. Like a gust of wind, a monkey then swings in front of the elephant causing distress. Like a child, the elephant screams in fear causing a disturbance throughout the jungle. CRASH! Reds, golds and brown dispersed rapidly as animals frantically moved out of the way of the charging majestic grey giant. Suddenly I am flung into the air and onto the ground. After what feels like an age, I wake looking into the clear night sky above, with a bedlam of feet and arms in front of me as the monkeys are pulling at me and taking me up with them into the trees. I scream for help, but no-one can hear me. I was too deep in the jungle to be heard. So deep in the jungle, I doubt any living soul had ever stepped foot in this hell. They beckoned me to follow them… Slowly, as I began to adjust to my surroundings, my senses begin to hear the unmistakeable sound of a crystal clear waterfall cascading down the cliffs. Suddenly a bright light blinds me as we enter some kind of portal. I cross all types of species that I have never seen before. I cross all types of life, from spiders as big as a hand to species that humans had never seen before or had any recollection about. I was in a whole new world, a world hidden from people. We enter a cave and I can see diamonds of all colours filling the place with light, which glinting and beautiful. Birds as big as tigers fly gracefully overhead. The stars were within reach, as if you could grab one and put it in your pocket. Looking around, I could see fluorescent light touching every surface and a river of fish ran through the middle. Families of creatures gathered to stare. They had never seen anything like me nor I of them. Gently, the monkeys gestured for me to enter their lair. The animals seemed kind and welcoming. They did not say anything, but their eyes were willing me to stay…to stay until I was found. How long will I stay here for?

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London by Jake Brown 10E

I gaze upon the filthy street

Millions of people in haste for their day

Hurried steps spreading grime with their feet

A city infested with decay.

I placed a penny in the pot of the man with empty

eyes

His meagre belongings gathered close to him

Men in expensive suits living busy lives

Unable to see the things that are grim.

Invisible thieves are everywhere

I draw my bag close with a protective hand

Wanting your riches as if it were theirs

Their crimes unthinkable to the good of this land.

I live on a street with many homes

The noise of neighbours I do not know

Living our lives enclosed by domes

No sense of community their names remain unknown.

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The Year that Never Happened by Rebecca Holland 7C (3rd place entry in 2020 FCC sci-fi competition)

‘Hello, please state your name and destination,’ the Hovercar computer’s voice buzzed, as I stepped inside the craft. ‘Larita Hayworth, destination: Upper Frisco.’

‘Sure Larita,’ the Hovercar said, in an over enthusiastic, completely annoying voice.

‘Upper Frisco it is, the date is 3/5/2453 and you are traveling to Upper Frisco from Singapore.

Now sit back and relax.’

I was cruising at 150 feet, when the car veered a sharp left towards southern Africa. Then a

masculine voice screeched out of the computer. I instantly knew that the Hovercar had been

hijacked. Panicking, I pulled on my emergency parachute, but the door was locked. The car

started to dive, and my stomach did somersaults. I was heading into a desolate ebony desert

and then the world turned the same colour.

I awoke on a cold metal table, my hands cuffed to the sides; a face leered into mine and said:

‘Is this the one?’

‘Yes,’ a shrill triumphant female voice replied.

‘Her mission succeeded. She can have her memories back and get caught with no

recollection. She will think that it's still 2453 and a year hasn’t passed since we stole her car.

The king of Europe is dead. Her mind was perfectly compatible with the implanted circuitry.

She made the perfect spy and an even better assassin, she should be undetectable to the

police and can live her life oblivious.’

The people didn’t know I was awake and I am still haunted with dreams of that year that

never happened.

Alien Invasion by Sam Jack 8P (4th place entry in 2020 FCC Sci-Fi competition)

Everything is frozen. I feel powerful. Then in the corner of my eye I see movement. I look

and I see a strange figure. It has a big, bald head and its body is like a ghost. It makes me

feel nervous. Is my power fading away? I ask it:

‘Can you speak, how are you moving?’

It doesn’t reply. I back off. I get a bad feeling, so I try to play time again, but I can’t. I get

chills. Then a UFO flies across the sky, and another and another, until the sky is a swarm of

bees. The world is shaking. I run away quickly. They follow me. I wish I had never got this

power. I feel extremely lonely amongst these aliens. They are scaring me. They start

speaking to me, telling me to come with them to their planet. I scream.

‘No!’

But they drag me into their space ship. I feel petrified.

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Woods Description by Cristina Muntean 8F

Hesitantly, I crept through the pathway leading into the unknown woods. I thought I could feel someone behind me, but when I looked back, not a single soul was there. As the path reached deeper into the mysterious woods, my torch flickered and eventually turned off. Everything went dark, but I carried on, finding new paths that would hopefully lead me out.

As I continued my journey, the trees started to shiver and the birds cried out as they fled from their nests. Twigs and dead leaves made a deafening crunch underneath my feet as my never-ending journey carried on.

When I turned the next corner, the trees stopped shaking and everything went deadly silent. I was scared if I took one tiny step that I would wake something that was lurking in the woods. I was desperate to move but I didn’t dare disturb the peace that the forest had created.

I feared that the journey would never end and I’ll be walking forever but I hoped that the path would lead me home, to where my parents would be waiting for me and where I could just go to sleep and try to forget about this terrifying night.

Explore Woods by Amelia Iden 8P

As I am on a long run, running into the forest down the old dirt track with the dead tree branches snapping and making a loud popping sound under my worn down trainers. I can see the towering trees almost falling above me. The silvery shine makes them look fake and painted. As I look down, beside the trees is long, lightly coloured grass which looks like it has never been cut.

The flowers in the deeper part of the forest are covered in strong scented pollen which attract loudly buzzing bees. The birds calling to each other sounds like a song. I can even smell the moss that some trees are covered in.

Stopping to catch my breath I kneel down and see the hopping bunnies running away. I can feel the morning frost brushing on my legs as I just lie there. It is so nice to stop and take in my surroundings.

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Triple Tragedy at Yew Tree Lodge

by Grace Hill 7P

Weak rays of sunshine rained down onto the numerous acres of land around Yew Tree

Lodge. Birdsong played like a melody in the air and the gentle spring breeze blew fluffy, pink

blossoms from the surrounding trees. The air was warm and peaceful. It was just like always,

except...

It was too quiet. Birds still sang but their cries of song sounded almost half-hearted like they

knew that something was not right. Not a sound came from the Lodge. Not even a whisper.

The wind whistled slightly, but the air stayed warm. It was early morning yet the sun burned

bright, willing someone to wake up and make a sound.

No one did.

Few people stayed at Yew Tree Lodge. It was always too far away or not fancy enough or

just simply not to their liking. The workers there were puzzled. The rooms were a fair size and

always clean and had a wonderful view of the orchards and gardens surrounding the lodge.

The prices weren’t bad either but for some reason hardly anyone came.

On this particular day Yew Tree Lodge had just three visitors. They all came alone and

seemed eager not to let anyone know what they were up to. One visitor, a young man,

claimed he came there to get away from the busy streets of his home city, but based on his

battered coat and suitcase the workers doubted that the city was really where he lived.

The wind picked up - blowing more and more blossoms from the trees. There was still no

sound from the lodge. The sun burned more brightly still. The birds stopped singing.

Suddenly a scream pierced the air and a short figure ran out of Yew Tree Lodge and started

running across the grass searching for someone in the distance who would hear her. “The

visitors!” The worker cried. “I don’t believe it, all three of them! They’re all dead!” Another

worker screamed from inside the building, obviously realizing the same thing. The wind blew

even harder and the birds screeched cries of distress.

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How to Survive a Poisonous Snake Attack by Samuel Shelton 7P

If you glimpse a snake materialise, the first thing you must do is contemplate whether

it is poisonous or not. There are a plethora of microscopic differences between venomous

snakes and harmless snakes; however, the most common is the colour of their scales. If it

has light green and dark green patches on the top and a beige underneath, then you better

read on. However, if it has light and dark green circles with a beige background then you

have a larger chance of survival, these two very different species are commonly and

continually mixed up. Next, look round and make sure they didn’t bring their friends.

After you have determined the number and whether they are poisonous, you should

take deep, but silent breaths (so you don’t hyper ventilate) and try gentle methods of

meditation, this will help calm you down. However, this is not just for you, it also shows the

snake you are not an enemy – that you don’t want to hurt it. Hopefully, you will be able to

back away slowly and carefully, however if it still believes you to be an enemy it won’t let you

escape.

It might bare its ghastly and grotesque fangs in a sadistic smile, that’s when you know

the fiendish beast won’t let you leave until one of you is dead. At this point, you should stop

reversing and stay where you are, if you have any food slowly and carefully get it out and try

to use it as a peace treaty. You should throw it about a metre away from him, making sure he

knows it is food and not a weapon, if he closes in on it and sniffs it prepare to run, but don’t

until he has begun biting it. Once he is eating it, sprint in the opposite direction keeping clear

of his fellow fiends. However, if he doesn’t start to eat it, prepare for a battle.

It may start making hissing sounds, this warns you it shall attack, because that is its

battle cry. The best way to survive a snake attack, is to paralyse it, because ordinarily the

weapons you would need to kill it are sparse. The best way to paralyse one snake is to wait

until it pounces, then dodge to your left so as it passes next to you can use your right hand to

grab it. You should grab its neck, right behind his head. Next, grab the end of his body (tail)

and pull in opposite directions so it stretches his body out and he can’t move, also get close

to his head, but be careful in case he tries to swivel around and bite. Then you can throw him

away and run, you should be far away before it has the chance to recover.

That is a good way to get rid of one snake, however, if there are more this way may be

better suited to you. You should paralyse it using the guidance in the previous paragraph,

then quickly pull out one of its fangs and stab them with it. This injection of venom should kill

them, then you should grab the other fang and use it once you have paralysed the next

snake. Carry on doing this and make sure to use the dead snakes’ fangs, rather than getting

them from live ones.

If you come into contact with a poisonous snake, please follow these guidelines,

because otherwise you will most likely die.

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Percy Jackson

Type: half blood powers: water and earthquakes Battle weapon: riptide a bronze sword job: saving the world. father: Poseidon, god of the sea mother: sally Jackson mortal Rivals: Gabe, Cronus, Luke, Ares. description: he is son of Poseidon and has very quick reflexes and is amazing with the water and how to control it.

Percy Jackson Trading Cards by Amelie Nicholson 7P (inspired by class novel Percy Jackson

and the Lightening Thief by Rick Riordan)

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Into the Woods

by Charley Barker 8E A neat gravel path carved its way between the thin trees that reached into the sky. Leaves were scattered untidily on the path as if nature wanted to eliminate all signs of it, because it did not look nice. As I walked down the path, I could hear the leaves in the trees rustle and a few leaves fell to the path. There were a few rough patches in the gravel that I had to be aware of or else I would have tripped. That would have been embarrassing. I could see a light brown fox with a beautiful coat in the distance that glanced at me before running back into the dense trees. As I continued my gentle stroll down the path, I saw a large meadow nearby and could smell lovely, colourful flowers in full bloom. Overgrown grass surrounded the meadow, which made it look like a prison. It appeared to me that the flowers looked trapped, as if they had committed a crime and were banished here. It made me think that the flowers could be dangerous and were not lovely at all. A sick feeling ran through my stomach as I came to that conclusion. I decided to continue walking along the gravel path. As I walked, I began touching trees and felt how soft and thin they were. It was as if I could feel the circulation of the tree and its beating heart at the centre. I walked into the distance, realising how beautiful nature was…

World of Paradise by Helena Wilson 8E

The smell of fresh cut grass filled the air as spring began to arrive. Brown crisp leaves leave

a satisfying crunch as I step down on them. Slowly, but surely the sun is setting, making the

tall trees look even prettier.

Towering trees create a tunnel like shape surrounding the path, but enough light shines

through the gaps to create dappled sunlight and shade.

Suddenly, I stop in my tracks to look around me and what wonders I can see; in front of me,

there is a golden spotlight of sun and I begin to lay down staring at the clouds. For what feels

like an eternity, I listen to the birds singing and chirping to each other. I listen to the wind

fighting with the fresh new leaves that have only just sprung from the trees. I wave my hand

across the smooth and damp grass. Soon enough I fall asleep listening to the sound of

nature…In a world of paradise.

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The Candy Land Trap... by Freya Phoenix 7A

As I walked into the place I thought was a “regular house”, I could smell a sweet, sickly smell drifting to my nose. I asked what it was, and the old couple calmly explained “Don't worry we are just baking some cookies.”

I instantly had an image of cookies flash into my head. I took a few more steps forward... Wait... where am I? As I looked around, I could see bright colours and smell juicy, mouth-watering aromas.

In that moment, I thought I was in Roald Dahl’s ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,’ it felt the same, smelt the same and looked the same. I screamed for help, but no one answered. I decided to look around. I felt something on my feet. I had trodden on some gooey melted chocolate. ‘Eww,’ I said.

I wiped my feet on some grass which I knew wasn’t grass, of course, we are in Candyland; it was rice paper which was dyed green and cut into thin strips. I carried on walking a bit more and saw some delicious candy apples hanging off a tree...I had to have one.

I stared at the apple it was glossy and looked flavoursome. The bite tasted like sugar just melting in my mouth, my mouth began to water. I heard a female voice screech: ‘I am sorry, but we are keeping you here forever.’

It began to come closer until I saw the old female person. I paused for a second, I felt happy as I didn’t have a family anyway so I wouldn't miss anyone. I started to think about how many sweets I could have, it began to feel like I had risen to heaven just thinking about all the sweet things I could have. I told her that I was happy, and she said it was time for dinner. We went in the lift and headed to the highest floor. We sat at the table and had dinner and our lives carried on from there, a happy family.

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Chameleons Can Corrupt by Samuel Shelton 7P

When shrouded in white,

He’ll give you a fright.

Or even blood red,

Hiding under your bed.

Into the house, he quietly crept,

Watching as the saddened family

wept and wept.

He loved to watch the horrific

horror he made,

The enjoyment of it never

decayed.

But alas it was over,

He had retired to the comfy sofa.

He had had a great career,

It was definitely full of fear.

It was a rollercoaster ride,

But he was filled with pride.

Now his daughter could take the

job,

She certainly knew how to make

them sob.

Surreptitious,

Malicious,

And doesn’t miss,

All the traits of chameleon Chris.

His hidden life,

Is full of painful strife.

But no one knows,

Not even the crows.

He won’t be seen,

But we know he’s mean.

It’s in his blood,

Hidden in the squashy mud.

He doesn’t kill,

But remembers the fantastic thrill.

He’s skilled at corruption,

As there’s no other option.

He’s always liked colour,

Never wanting to be duller.

Being any colour he wanted,

Made everyone feel daunted.

He might be chocolate brown,

To steal a jewelled crown.

Or maybe emerald green,

To kidnap the queen.

If he were yellow,

He could trick a kind fellow.

But what about violet,

For a getaway pilot?

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The Gloop by Joshua Saunders 7A

Everyone near the river Graphorn had heard of The Gloop. The Gloop ate anything that came down to the river to feed, animals, fish and human beings. People always said he had once been a handsome young man who boasted that he was a better fisherman than Poseidon. This annoyed the god and he turned him into The Gloop. He was doomed to live in damp places as his body was jelly like and shapeless. He needed slime to slip and slide. He was green so he could hide in the reeds and trees that grew on the river bank. Slowly, he moved along his lair and gave off a smell that attracted his prey. His horrid smell was like mouldy cheese, but he could conceal it if he wanted. His life was lonely and he had no voice as Poseidon had said ‘Your tongue is your problem.’ His damp days were spent in searching for food, plotting his revenge, hating all human beings. The village nearby knew of The Gloop, but sometimes a traveller came too close. While bending to drink, The Gloop would slide out and silently trap his victim. It would taste his head and smell then cover him in globs of ooze. People had tried to kill The Gloop but knives were no use. If they cut off parts of his body, it would grow back. If the part was close it would join back. Poison had no effect, villagers had given up trying to kill him. One summer an unusual thing happened, millions of fish swam past The Gloop up the river. He caught one - they were salmon. He immediately ate it. He waited for them to return, they did not. Several weeks later he was awoken by splashing and splattering and could feel the water hitting his body. His large black eyes could see through the reeds. Millions of fish were swimming down to the sea. Immediately he slithered into the water. He stretched his body across the river and as the fish touched it, they were eaten. He was never filled as he body was stretched and stretched. Every little salmon was eaten, the Gloop showed no mercy. He had been seen by sea horses, who had been waiting to guide the salmon to Poseidon. They now told the sad news to him. Poseidon, the king of the sea was enraged. He was then told by crabs and lobsters of The Gloop’s cruel behaviour and pleasure he had of killing humans and fish. Poseidon said ‘Enough is enough.’ He got up from his throne and swam towards the river where The Gloop lived. The Gloop was lying half asleep in the reeds, without ears he did not hear Poseidon. His swollen body full of baby salmon glistened in the sunshine. Poseidon, took his trident and plunged it into The Gloop. At once the baby salmon escaped. Poseidon was angry - ‘I gave you life - now I take it away!’ The Gloop was no more.