The dragon slowly woke up, however the shiny green scaled dragon did not feel wright, he didn't know why. Slowly walking around he suddenly felt the floor carefully rumbled, shaking the dragon start to roar and he then sprinted into his habitat. Freaked out, it start coming towards him, but he just stayed still. Stumbling along cam some little dragons and a big mummy dragon, (it was his wife and baby's) rushing over as quick as he can he was so excitied that they came back to save his life.
We love to write at West Earlham Junior School...poems, stories, reviews, riddles.
Thursday, 29 November 2012
Farm Boy by Michael Morpurgo
Farm Boy
When the boy is on the way to Australia he finds a letter in his bag written by his grandfather. The letter was talking about how he won the tractor. It all started when the grandfather and his son, Albert, were riding on their beloved horses. Stopping them in their tracks was Harry Medlicott, one of the citizens in the town, telling them how useless their horses were and how they should trade them for tractors. Albert, who was very defensive towards his horses, made a bet that if the tractor won in a ploughing race Mr Medlicott would get their best hay, but if he won he would come home with the tractor. Mr Medlicott agreed to this contest as well as find it quite amusing because surely two, old horses could not beat a brand new tractor.
By Laura Jones
Farm Boy is the sequel to the book War Horse by Michael Morpurgo. It is all about this boy (Albert's son) who visits his grandfather. While he is there his grandfather reveals his shameful secret, which is that he cannot read or write. So, the grandson agrees to dedicate a few months to teaching his grandfather, but he has to learn fast because the boy was planning to go to Australia for a few months. After the few months had gone by he was able to do it thanks to the long hours he put in.
When the day came Albert prepared Joey and Zoey, the two horses, and were off. At first Mr Medlicott was racing through, but after they had their lunch break Mr Medlicott's tractor would not start. This gave Albert a great advantage. Once he was rows and rows of fields ahead the tractor started again. Despite the delay quite shortly Mr Medlicott was in the lead. Eventually Albert could carry on no longer and his father had to finish the race. Just when were all going to loose hope, the tractor got stuck in mud. Quickly the grandfather (or now father) rushed through as many rows as possible when the judge ordered the race to be stopped. They counted up the rows and Albert and his father won! Just by one row! They went home and had the tractor ever since.
By Laura Jones
A spooky story by Klaudia
The haunted house of DEATH!!!!
Nobody had been into the old stadium since it closed down six years earlier. Driving past it on their way to the sparkling new stadium on the ring road, people would barely give it a second glance. Until the night that three children decided it would be fun to camp on the old pitch. Once it was dark, they climbed over the fence and made their way to what used to be the centre circle. That was when the fun really began. Not to be fun after all.
Everything was really misty and spooky now the three children understood that this place was not open for a reason
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
100 Word Challenge- part 2
This week, your challenge is to end your story with the line '... and with a crash, the tree toppled to the ground at last.'
Remember, the words I have written DO NOT count in your total. Also, if you cut and paste the story to Microsoft Word and use the 'Wordcount' tool, it is much quicker than counting the words yourself.
Haiden- I want to see you enter this week!
Good luck. Mr Biddle
Remember, the words I have written DO NOT count in your total. Also, if you cut and paste the story to Microsoft Word and use the 'Wordcount' tool, it is much quicker than counting the words yourself.
Haiden- I want to see you enter this week!
Good luck. Mr Biddle
Book reviewers- 100 Word Challenge
Can the book reviewers please read the 100 word stories that have been entered in this week's 100 Word Challenge competition, and post a comment saying which one they like best, giving reasons why? (Mrs Smith is sadly disqualified from the competition, as I believe she is over 11 years old.) If anyone else would like to post which one is their favourite, please feel free to do so.
Mr Biddle
Mr Biddle
News Report by Kye Ives-Keeler
MEDAL MYSTERY SOLVED!
Between Friday night and Monday morning, Mrs Burroughs, from West Earlham Junior School, discovered that her MBE medal was either stolen or missing. She came straight to Year 6 to get them to put up posters around the school. Luckily, it was found on Tuesday by Mr Creighton, the site supervisor.
It all started as Mrs Burroughs went into the school support base, and discovered that her MBE medal wasn't on her desk where she left it. Mrs Burroughs said "I couldn't believe it, I was really distraught. It was given to me by the queen."
Early on Tuesday morning (approximately 6:00), Mr Creighton was checking the field as usual. He then noticed a small cardboard box. As he opened it, he found the MBE medal. "I was just so shocked to find it," said Mr Creighton.
Mr Creighton later on returned it to to Mrs Burroughs. Her first words were "Oh my goodness, I am so relived, at least I can sleep tonight."
If you think you know who stole the MBE medal, contact West Earlham Junior school immediately.
My frying pan adventure......by Caitlyn
Suddenly a terrifying bang echoed through the hallway... Petrified, I walked carefully out of my room, with my emergency frying pan at the ready. An eerie shadow trickled through the into the hall. It seemed to creep into my living room, almost as if it didn't want to be seen. WHACK! I swung wildly, and the shadow fell to the floor with a gargantuan thud.
Straight after, I switched the light on- only to reveal it was my Mum (who, for some reason, had my key). Eventually she came around, with my dog licking her face. As she was so dazed, she asked me what the frying pan was there for. I didn't really want to let on that it had been me who hit her, so I told her in a gentle, sweet way that I was cooking her a nightime fry up. I then explained to her that she must have fallen off the sofa. Did she believe me? I really don't know.
Straight after, I switched the light on- only to reveal it was my Mum (who, for some reason, had my key). Eventually she came around, with my dog licking her face. As she was so dazed, she asked me what the frying pan was there for. I didn't really want to let on that it had been me who hit her, so I told her in a gentle, sweet way that I was cooking her a nightime fry up. I then explained to her that she must have fallen off the sofa. Did she believe me? I really don't know.
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