Creative Writing.....

What would this journey be like??!  Would you be scared?  Here is what the students came up with for a short story, staring with....

"I sat on my bike and looked..."

I felt scared.  "I don't wanna do this," I said to myself.

I looked down where it was going to end.  Is there water?  Am I going to fall off?  I pushed off with my shaking feet.  I went over the bumps, the track never ended.  I started to go sliding off my seat.  My hands were frozen from the cold air.  I jammed the brake on and my back wheel stopped.  I flew over my handle bars and slammed on the slide.

Ella

I saw my dad behind me.  He said, "Come on!"  So I took a big breath and closed my eyes.  I pushed the pedal and.... I started screaming, super-loud like a jet.  I was also going super fast like a jet.  After two and a half minutes and halfway down, I was still screaming.  BANG!!!  I'm in bed, screaming still but I stop.  I go back to sleep.

Matt

I started leaning forwards and my bike started moving.  I screamed, "I'm going down!"

As I went down the people up the top started putting bubbles down the slide.  I looked down.  I started feeling like I was going to throw up.  I leaned to the side and threw up over the edge.  When I saw the bottom there was water.  I started freaking out.  I fell in the water.   My brain finally stopped going round and round.

Chelsea

I felt dizzy as I fell down the slide.  The cold mist air hit me in the face as I released the pink old rusty bike.  After three minutes I reached the bottom.  Then the bike hit my head, flew into an old tree and hugged it.  In the end I broke both legs and my right arm.

Shaun

I felt scared.  What will happen when I get to the bottom?  What is at the bottom, in fact?  Just then, I heard someone running to me.  "Stop!!" I screamed but I said it too late.  I was already going down the slide at 150 miles an hour.  

"Help!" I screamed.

Ethan

I sat on my bike and looked for any chance of death.  Looking down for so long was bad and I closed my eyes and let go of he brakes.  The first jump came and I landed it with a big THUD!  After that, the second jump came and I lost my bike, so I activated my parachute.  I floated down safely and landed.

Gideon

Winter Poems

Winter

If winter was a colour
It would be a thick bright blue.
If winter was a feeling
It would be as cold as a freezer.
If winter was a smell
It would be like thick, brown hot chocolate.
If winter was a sound
It would be as loud as a winter wolf, howling in the forest.
Winter is snow frozen on ice.

Gideon


If winter was a colour
It would be a thick white
If winter was a feeling
It would be a cold thick layer of smashing ice towards your face.
If winter was a smell
It would be a very inviting tomato soup
If winter was a sound
It would be like hearing the kettle whistling on the stove.
Winter is chilly.

Ethan


If winter was a colour
It would be a frosty icing with a deep dark blue core.
If winter was a feeling
It would be a cold jet boring into you.
If winter was a smell
It would be a big pork roast that was cooked to perfection.
If winter was a sound
It would be a cracking roar as you walk across thin ice with wild wind racing at you.
Winter is ice.

Shaun


If winter was a colour
It would be a sharp icy blue.
If winter was a feeling
It would be like shaking hands with a snowman.
If winter was a smell
It would be like eating a bowl of boiling rice pudding.
If winter was a wound
It would be like hot wood popping in a toasty fire.
Winter is a blizzard.

Chelsea


If winter was a colour
It would be a soft light white.
If winter was a feeling
It would be frost bitten fingers.
If winter was a smell
It would be my mum's hot and yummy roast.
If winter was a sound
It would be a cracking hot fire.
Winter is freezing.

Matt


If winter was a colour
It would be frosty ice white.
If winter was a feeling
It would feel like your face was on fire.
If winter was a smell
It would be like hot bubbling chicken soup.
If winter was a sound
It would be like milk getting whipped up for a hot chocolate.
Winter is snowflakes.

Ella


If winter was a colour
It would be a dull lifeless grey.
If winter was a feeling
It would be pinched cheeks and runny noses.
If winter was a smell
It would be the hearty aroma of a bowl of veggie soup.
If winter was a sound
It would be whistling, whirling wind and crunching ice.
Winter is hibernating.

Ms. M