Creme Egg Ride by Kirsten

The cream oozed out of the chocolate brown shell,

The creamy mixture plummeted over the edge to the floor like Niagara Falls.

The men worked furiously at the scene,

Trying to figure out the details of what happened.

The crack got bigger every second as the downpour got heavier and heavier as more cream overflowed.

One work man found out the ‘thing’ was fun,

It was just like a water slide.

The cones at the bottom of ‘it’ were then removed,

The work men then left too.

And that’s where I’ll leave this story,

As the cream egg now a family attraction,

With lots of fun included in the price,

The ‘thing’ is now a water slide,

For everyone to ride!

Food of the gods by Kirsten

When it’s time for tea I am always really hungry. I always want a three course meal but my mum obviously says, “No!” So if I could have a three course meal here it would be.
My favourite starter would be cheesy flat bread with mozzarella sticks. The flat bread would be oozing with hot, melted cheese. It would be thick and deep pan with soft dough. I would dip it in spicy cheese sauce. The mozzarella sticks would be crispy on the outside and gooey with hot, sticky mozzarella on the inside. I would dip these in tomato ketchup. The textures would be crispy but moist with the dips. I would hear the crunch of the mozzarella sticks and the pop of air bubbles in the flat bread as I bite into them. They would fill me with happiness as I eat them.
My main course would a Chinese Takeaway from the Golden Windmill in Burgh. I would have sweet and sour chicken Cantonese style; special fried rice, beef and mushrooms in black bean sauce; prawn crackers; sweet and sour ribs; beef chow mein; prawn toast; picante sauce and sweet and sour chicken balls. I can never have enough- ever! The sauces are all sweet but have a sour tang: the picante sauce the only spicy thing on my plate. The textures are crispy or soft or wet or crunchy. I would dip my prawn crackers in the sauces from the other foods. My plate looks very orange from the sweet and sour sauce. It smells sweet and spicy with Chinese spices infusing the rest of the smells of the meal. It would be delicious – as always!
My favourite desert is waffles with melted Nutella, lemon juice, sugar, gooey chocolate cookie bites, millionaire shortcake bites with churros and caramel sauce. The waffles are soft and spongy, but crispy on the edges. It would be covered in hot, melting Nutella; sharp lemon juice; sugar crystals to make the lemon not too sharp; soft, gooey, chocolate cookie bites to make the waffle a little more chocolatey and millionaire shortcake bites which would give the waffle a little bit more of a crunch. It would be sweet but would have a sharp tang because of the lemon juice. I would be delicious. I would also have soft and crunchy, doughy churros with caramel sauce to top it off. It would be wonderful.
This meal would fill me up. I would love to have this actual meal!

Skellig (opening) by Kirsten

The boy raced past me, barging through the many people in the Friday night rush. He looked lonely and lost, so I decided to follow him: just to make sure he was alright. Whether this was the right idea or not, I don’t know?

I crept up closer to him every time he slowed down to see if he was alright, but as soon as he slowed down he raced off again; each time quicker than the last.

One time I heard him murmuring about him being bullied at school. I felt sympathetic for him. Everyone feels the pain of a school bully. Anyway, he kept running on and on, not stopping once unless he had to.

The one time he did stop was when a paving slab slipped down when he stood on it and he tripped. He hit his nose: it started bleeding immediately after. I bent down to ask him if he was alright, but he got straight up and rushed away.

Obviously I followed him, and that’s how I ended up here. On the castle ruins that overlook the sea.

I stood behind the crumbling ruins, peeping beside them to see his every action.

I gasped. He was positioning himself as if he was going to dive off the edge. Surely he wouldn’t jump off, would he?

He had family at home didn’t he? My brain flashed back to when he was running. He mumbled something about a bully. The bully hadn’t made him want to commit suicide and jump off the edge and kill himself, had it? He stumbled around and prepared himself to jump. I called out for him to stop, but he didn’t listen. Was he going to jump? The question reoccurred every second in my mind. Was he going to die?

But then my questions ended. He jumped off the edge, into the silky, blue water…

He was gone. I felt so guilty. 

Why hadn’t I saved him? 

Why did I let him go?

Alien Life Form Report (Homework) by Kirsten

I travelled to Saturn to find life there. As the average temperature is -147 there, I expected not to find anything, but I still went to look. It took me a long 5 and a half years to get there.  The ice rings were beautiful, but they were too fragile and cold to stand on. The planet is a gas giant and it’s very cold, so I didn’t stay for long so I wouldn’t freeze.
The scenery was lovely, very rocky with many stone arches and hideaways and craters that go deep into the ground and look like rabbit burrows. I found him in one of these. The reason I know he is male is because he spoke to me. He speaks in Alien and English.
I brought him home to find that he can breathe in our air. The two things that he doesn’t react well to are:
• Our gravity force, he floats and doesn’t walk! 
• He doesn’t cope very well with Earth’s average temperature as it is 161 Celsius difference. He has to stand under lots of powerful air cons. 

Overall the finding of this amazing creature was phenomenal and I will be visiting Saturn again to see if there is any more life there. I enjoyed it and would love to find another alien like I found!

Writing a letter in character

We have been reading 'Goodnight Mr Tom' by Michelle Magorian. Today we were replying to a letter from Mrs Beech as if we were Tom Oakley.

Original letter:

Dear Sir or Madam,

I asked if Willie could go and stay with God-fearing people so I hope he is. Like most boys he's full of sin but he's promised to be good. I can't visit him. I'm a widow and I haven't got the money. The war and that. I've put the belt in for when he's bad and I've sewn him in for the winter. I usually keep him in when I wash his clothes and I got them special for the cold weather so he should be alright. Tell him his Mum said he'd better be good. 

Mrs. Beech

This was Sophie's reply:

Dear Mrs Beech,

My name is Tom Oakley and I am the person who is taking care of Willie I would also like to you to tell you that Willie has got here safely and he has settled in very well, he is a very quiet boy. I live near a church like you wanted and I read him bible stories every night. Also, he hesitates to ask questions but I answer them anyway. He is very polite and is never naughty I don’t feel the need to use the belt. He has been coming on walks with me and is getting used to the countryside, as it is very different to London, I promise to take good care of him. I am sorry that you can’t come down but we will carry on writing to you to let you know what’s happening. I am quite worried that he can’t read and write for most of the children down here can read and write by the age of around six but anyways, I’ll help him but I am confused to why he didn’t get any help. I you don’t mind me asking did you help Willie with his work? Willie has told me he had no friends but he has made good friends with Sammy and they love going on walks with each other. As it is his birthday in a few days I will give him some presents and throw him a party.

Yours sincerely

Tom Oakley 

Lisa's letter:

Dear Mrs Beech,

William has settled in well and the billeting officer has given him to a religious person, I do live near a church and I am a regular attender. I always go to church on a Sunday so I hope you are okay with him staying with me. I have not needed to use the belt and I do not intend to do so. He seems to like the village and he does enjoy staying here. We are going to my friend’s house later, after lunch, so that I can have a talk with my friend and his wife because I have not seen them for a while and William can have some orange juice or something while we are there. I told William that after I have written to you we will have some lunch. He has been very well behaved and when he returns home I would ask you not to punish him for behaving terribly because he has been on his best behaviour for me as you said for him to do so. As his mother you will know that is his birthday is very soon as it is on Thursday and I was going to do a little celebration for that, hopefully he will enjoy that. I am also hoping that he will make some new friends over the next couple of days so that we have some people that we can invite to join us. He has already made one friend as he has made good friends with Sammie, they often enjoy going for long walks together and playing in the fields.

From Mr Tom Oakley

 Cloud's letter:

Dear Mrs. Beech,

My name is Tom Oakley and I am currently caring for your child Willie, I am writing to inform you that Willie has settled nicely in my home. Although I am not very experienced with children hopefully I will not have to use the belt that you have sent me because he seems very well behaved. I am a bit concerned about his health though because he has been throwing up a lot lately but luckily I have been able to take him to the village doctor, the doctor informed me that it is a result of malnutrition. As you have requested he is staying in my cottage which is by a Church and I have been reading him stories from the holy Bible that he brought with him. One thing I have noticed though is that he hesitates to ask questions and has been showing some very strange behaviour for example when I put him to bed instead of getting on the bed he hid under the bed and curled up into a ball. He seemed very surprised when I told him that he could actually sleep on the bed under the covers. I have also noticed that he cannot read and write but we won’t have to worry about that because he will be attending the local school. He has also made good friends with Sammy and they enjoy going out on walks in the morning. 

Yours sincerely,

Tom Oakley.

Kirsten's version:

Dear Mrs. Beech, 

My name is Thomas Oakley. I am looking after your son whilst the war is in place. I live in Little Weirwold and I will take good care of your son. William has been very good, not mischievous at all! He misses you very much but is coping okay. He likes his new home and is to start school soon. I understand that you can’t visit, that is fine. I haven’t used the belt yet, and the behaviour that William is giving me is amazing so I won’t need to be using it. I live near a church and was once religious before my wife died. I read him bible stories every night and take him round the church and the graveyard. He says his prayers at the correct times. Your son keeps learning new things when I take him for walks (I couldn’t believe that he’d never seen a cow before)! He likes his clothes a lot and I am looking to get him some new ones. I told him to be good and he has been. He is a polite, quiet, kind and friendly boy. He must have changed since you last saw him. I don’t really know a lot about looking after children, but I do know your son is a nice person.

William is good friends with Sammy and they enjoy long walks together. I know you think dogs are fierce and poisonous, but I think differently. William likes playing with my dog, Sammie.

I hope you are okay and we wish to see you soon after the war is over.

Yours sincerely,

Tom Oakley

Tyler S's letter:

Dear Mrs Beech,

I received Willie from the Billeting officer yesterday. Willie is a quiet, shy little boy who doesn’t always reply joyfully to everything you say. He is very well behaved, so there will be no need for the belt you inserted into the bag. As requested, Willie is living near a church with me in Little Weirwold. I read a story from the Bible to him every night. I give him all of his meals each day and he has a little bed in my attic to sleep in every night. Willie is an unconfident boy, that’s probably to do with the fact that he has a new house, village, routine etc. I’m sure he’ll get more confidence by the days he is with me.

He has made good friends with Sammy, like going out to play and going out on long walks.

As long as he’s with me, he’ll be safe.

Yours sincerely,

Tom Oakley. 

Rhianna's letter:

 Dear Mrs Beech,

I would like to say that your son has reached his new home for the next couple of years. I live in a cottage in the town of Little Weirold, and there is a church 200 yards away. As you requested, I am a Christian, and attend the local church frequently. Every night I read a Bible story to Willie, and he seems to be taking them in. 

He has been very good. In fact, I didn’t have to tell him to behave. He has made friends with Sammy, and they enjoy spending time together. Willie has settled in well, and has his own room and is eating well.

I do not intend to use the belt that you have given me, even if he doesn’t behave, as it is just plain wrong to beat a child. Although I am a single parent (of Willie) and find it hard, as you are, we don’t have to resort to whipping. I have never hurt a child, and I never will. I strongly encourage you to stop when he comes home. I’ll still keep the belt though, as it fits nicely around my waist. Thanks for the belt!

Kind Regards, 

Thomas Oakley, temporary father of William.

Love, 

William

The Lost Thing description from the man’s view by Kirsten

Dear Diary,
Today was just the same as usual. I went down to the beach to collect bottle tops. I found some on my boring way to the beach I found a Carlsberg™ ale top, and an orange and blue orangeade one. The last one I found was a new one, but the other was a repeated found one. I wish I could just show my collection; it’s amazing! Anyway, I didn’t find any more on my journey. I made my way to the stairs, my back aching from the hefty bag on my back.
 I walked down the long flight of stairs to the unusual beach. Bob was there vacuuming the sand as usual, and Mary was there placing the seagulls. Everyone was tanning in the sun and playing. I walked on to find a peculiar red thing in the sand; I thought it was a special bottle top. But it turned out to be a bell. I jingled it and then a big, post box red teapot shaped thing sat on the sand. Everyone, who was there, paid no attention at all. How could they not? It was ginormous! It had tentacles, coloured musty green, hanging out of many of the hatches and doors. It had a rusty, old fan at the front. It had a chimney that was puffing out smoke. It looked like a giant death machine. I would have run away if I wasn’t so petrified with fear! Then all of a sudden, it started moving, all of its tentacles moving. Its fan started going and it turned around and I could see its big pincer type things with bells on…

The Alive Shopping by Kirsten

I happily pushed my trolley into the empty Morrison’s foyer; I was doing some ten thirty pm late night shopping for my 80th birthday tomorrow. My wife said I must go as it was my party. At least I like going unlike some people (yes, you Mr. Ball!). I grabbed a trolley and walked inside. Carefully, I took my list out of my pocket.

Shopping List

A chocolate gateau

A big chocolate cake

A bottle of milk

A deli platter

A block of cheese

Ribs

Crisps

Bread

Sandwich fillings

Some wine and beer

Sausage rolls

Anything else I like the look of!

As soon as I read the first thing out on my list, I heard a faint song.

‘Choc-late gateaux … Choc-late gateaux. I ‘m on my way!!! Choc-lat-ey’

It was all that I could hear, and then I could see a chocolate gateaux dancing it’s way to me! I was amazed. I called the next thing out on my list. “A big chocolate cake!” I called out.

Like last time, another song came.

‘Chocolate cake is on its way. It’s coming down the aisle. It’s big and round and full of joy. It’s a choc-choc-chocolate cake!’

The funny thing was as soon as they had arrived at my trolley; they jumped in and made themselves comfortable. I called many more out and the songs came again. They all harmonized together at one point. It was amazing, it was incredible. I was dumbstruck!

I looked round to see a couple of other people shopping, but no-one seemed to notice! Once my list was finished, I went round all the aisles just to see if anything else caught my eye. Annoyingly, every time I went round a corner, everything in my trolley went, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” It was funny at first but soon became annoying.

Once I had finished looking (and had picked up many more things) I made my way to the checkouts. I was worried about what the hot lady at the checkouts would say.

“Now listen up you… listen milk, alive groceries and foods. Behave whist you are scanned and tickled else…” I weirdly said to the contents of my trolley. But they had stopped being silly and were lied like normal groceries. Was I dreaming? Never mind.

“Hello, duckie. Doing a bit of late night shopping? You ‘avin’ a party or something?” the checkout assistant asked me.

“Yes, I am having a party tomorrow.” I replied. I packed my bags, and paid: I had spent a lot more than I had planned! I took my trolley back to the trolley park and loaded my bags into the boot of my Ford™ Fiesta and drove home. That was a weird shopping trip I thought. I wonder if anyone else has had one of them, have you?