Food of the gods by William

My food of the gods is spaghetti and meatballs - it is nice to eat, it tastes like a big chunk of meat and the spaghetti is slimy and easy to eat. I love it, if someone asked me what do you want for dinner I would say this meal. If someone asked me how it felt I would say it feels soft in my mouth. I don’t know why the meatball feels soft but I just go with it. And also I can not hear anything apart from the fork hitting the bowl and me breathing.

Michael's diary by William

Dear diary,
Today I was told that we are moving out of the flat. When I was at school I was worried that I wouldn’t see my friends. When I got home my mum told me that I had to help them move all of the furniture and toys. When we finished moving stuff in the van I got in and sat in the middle and put my hood up and just looked down.
When we arrived my dad was so happy but when I saw the house me and my mum were not impressed. It looked like it was going to fall down - I think the vines are still keeping it up. I was going to say it was the baby’s fault but I held that in and looked sad. When I went in,  I went straight up to the top there was a window but it was broken and a bird flew in. It was going crazy it made me jump. It looked at me then flew out. 
I went down stairs and my dad told me something I asked if I could have the room next to the bathroom he said no. So I went upstairs and sat on my bed and wrote this diary.

The Lost Thing by William

I was walking on the beach when I saw a bell so I picked it up. It was a tiny red bell. I followed the string that was attached to it. It led to a huge red teapot three times the size of me. The huge teapot was red with a bit of orange on it. I said, “Hello” in a little door. Suddenly it started to transform. I was really scared of what might happen when the door opened. I was terrified! I didn’t know what was going to happen. A basketball shot out...

Fluffy's visit to the vets by William

It was an ordinary day until a morning you will never hear again. My dad and I took our lovely cat called Fluffy. We had to go to the vets because our cat had fleas. On the way there my cat was sad. It was crying.
When we got there, while we were waiting for the doctor, my cat was so scared he was at the back of the basket. She didn’t want to come out at all he was so scared. When the doctor came out he shouted our names and Fluffy of cause the doctor wouldn’t let us in.
When the doctor got Fluffy out of the basket a voice said, “Why am I here?”
“Where are you?” said the doctor
“In front of you.”
“Are you the cat?”
“Yes, now I am not the one with fleas my owners are.”
“Ok”
After that me and me and my dad was awkwardly called in by the doctor .we both said, “Why do you want us?”
“I want you because your cat told me you have fleas not the cat.”
“Cats can’t talk.”
“But yours can.”
In the middle of the conversation Fluffy “meows”
“I told you doctor.”
“But well I have to give your flea tablets.”