Suspense writing.

The dark trees are rustling like rattle snakes. The sound of the howling wind, or possibly a ware-wolf, sends shivers down my spine. I am scared and alone.The leaves crack beneath my feet. Would I survive? Would I see my family again?

By Callum


As I ambled through the dark scary forest leaves crackled beneath my feet. Wind blew. I thought there was a wolf. Fog, pitch black. The crystal light hangs in the sky. Am I going to die?. Carcasses smell of toxic waste I was wondering through the deep dark woods but then I stopped. A vulture was behind me. I ran ran as fast as I could. As I ran shadows danced.

I saw something in the distance. It looked like a man. I rushed to it. It seemed to me like I was mad but I still went. When I got there it was just a stone. The wind blew. It sounded like a ghost. I was petrified. I saw a big house. It was like a haunted house but I didn't enter. As I walked over I saw a dead body and a covered sign. I heard a howl and ran.

By Adam

As I ambled deep into the cold, lonely, mystifying woods my hands trembled and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I was scared. Scared out of my skin. I was petrified terrified and maddened. I could smell the dead carcasses lying on the floor. The bright, shinning moon glistened in the cold, scary sky. The dark trees, as dark as coal, rustled into the icy wind. As I tiptoed deeper into the black wood I looked into the mystifying fog, wondering what lay ahead. I stopped. The shadows danced. I thought something was watching me. Perhaps a wolf or a fox or a vulture about to take me as their prey.

I watched around me. There I saw something. Or someone. Maybe my brother. I ran as fast as possible. Shadows and the eyes of millions followed me. I tripped over and stumbled quite a lot but I didn't give up. I reached at last. But it wasn't family. It was a coal black tree.

By Baveeta


As I tip-toed down the pitch black, gloomy, forest I could see the crystal ball shinning bright into the twilight sky. I felt the whistling wind cracking down my back. I heard a snap, just like a crab. Would I live or would I die? The ferocious shadows around the whistling graveyard made me scared. So scared that the fear of death hit me. It hit my heart and almost made me faint.

I saw something at the corner of the spooky forest. It looked like my Mum and Dad. I was filled with joy. While I was making my way through the spiky trees I thought I was saved. I was not. It was just a bunch of scarecrows.

By Adil


As I ambled through the pitch black forest I could feel the winding blowing on me. I smelt the wolves and heard their howls. I was frightened by the black trees clicking their freezing fingers. The shadow of the glowing moon was shining on me. I was running but there was no hope in these terrifying woods.

I wished there could be something to save me, but there was no one. I was shivering through the icy wind until I suddenly froze. I thought I saw a wolf but it was just a shadow staring at me.

By Adnan 

Suspense Paragraph part II

Today (Friday) in Literacy we are going to be writing suspense paragraphs set in a dark forest. Use the Wallwisher page to post descriptive sentences to describe the pictures. Remember to use precise adjectives, powerful verbs, metaphors and similes. These descriptive sentences can then be used to enhance your suspense paragraphs.

WallWisher

Suspense Paragraph

In Literacy we have been learning about how authors create tension and build suspense in their writing. Here is Baveeta's attempt at writing a suspense paragraph.

The waves crashed against the dark rocks. I felt around frantically trying to grab something. Pebbles and seaweed tripped and grabbed me. The wind whistled a low mystical tune into my ears. A cold sensation tickled my spine. I thought suddenly of sharks swimming around me, perhaps hearing me or scenting me . I could have drowned. I could feel it. I felt as if the black water was pulling me down. Down into the murky depths below.

“Help! Help!” I yelled. Then I saw something or someone. Perhaps mom and dad. I swam hard. They were there, so close yet so far. It felt like days had past in the minutes it took to swim. I’d made it at last. But it wasn’t mom and dad. Just two pieces of driftwood floating idly.

Geography Week

During Geography 5B spent time looking at home humans can affect their environment. Here is Rayah's work, showing ways in which human activity can damage the environment, using GIMP.

Plane Crazy

In Literacy we have been looking at a short story called Plane Crazy. Here is Damion's diary extract based on the story.

Animoto - Rugby World Cup 1995

In 5B we have been looking at how the Rugby World Cup in 1995 helped Mandela to achieve his goal of creating a united South Africa. Here is a short Animoto film made by Jayden, Celeste and Samantha about the events.

Black and Asian History

For Black and Asian history we have been learning about Nelson Mandela. Children have been writing speeches persuading people to end apartheid. Here is Celeste's work.

Apartheid
Greetings my fellow South Africans, my name is Celeste Nembhard. I work for the African National Congress party. I originate from Pretoria and I am here in the spectacular South Africa to warn you about the disgraceful horrible apartheid. My dear brothers and sisters there needs to be change and I am here to make a change.

Surely you would join me in protest as it’s an abomination how Blacks and Asians are not allowed to vote. We, the people of South Africa, own this country and for our rights to be taken away from us means all our time we spent queuing and lining up to vote has gone to waste.

Medical care is needed, especially in the poorer parts of South Africa but no black doctor could take care of a patient as well as a white doctor because they will not have had access to the same training and therefore will not be as qualified. My family your nation is dying out, you need to stand up for what you believe in and save lives. Poor helpless animals suffer when they are abandoned and it’s the same with our people squashed up in tiny corrugated metal huts. The facilities that we live in are vile and disgusting and it needs to stop immediately!

Are we expected to just sit here and suck it in? Would you like it if you had to be treated like a slave living in poor conditions? Naturally I feel that Africa should be respected as a country not one by one.
God save South Africa

Black and Asian History

For Black and Asian history we have been learning about Nelson Mandela. Children have been writing speeches persuading people to end apartheid. Here is Celeste's work.

Apartheid
Greetings my fellow South Africans, my name is Celeste Nembhard. I work for the African National Congress party. I originate from Pretoria and I am here in the spectacular South Africa to warn you about the disgraceful horrible apartheid. My dear brothers and sisters there needs to be change and I am here to make a change.
Surely you would join me in protest as it’s an abomination how Blacks and Asians are not allowed to vote. We, the people of South Africa, own this country and for our rights to be taken away from us means all our time we spent queuing and lining up to vote has gone to waste.
Medical care is needed, especially in the poorer parts of South Africa but no black doctor could take care of a patient as well as a white doctor because they will not have had access to the same training and therefore will not be as qualified. My family your nation is dying out, you need to stand up for what you believe in and save lives. Poor helpless animals suffer when they are abandoned and it’s the same with our people squashed up in tiny corrugated metal huts. The facilities that we live in are vile and disgusting and it needs to stop immediately!
Are we expected to just sit here and suck it in? Would you like it if you had to be treated like a slave living in poor conditions? Naturally I feel that Africa should be respected as a country not one by one.
God save South Africa

All together now...

More digital art!

Instruction Writing

In Literacy we have been working on instruction writing. The class worked together to produce a set of instructions explaing how to manipulate digital photographs.

and more!

Even more digital art!

It just keeps on coming!

More digital art!

Here is more of the digital art work from children in 5B!

Digital Art

Today 5B have been having fun with photos using GIMP!

The Frozen Man

In Literacy we have been looking at Poetry. We looked at a descriptive poem called the frozen man. Children came up with their own versions of the poem. Here is work by Baveeta and Jayden.

Metaphors and Similes

In Literacy we are working on poetry. We started by looking at the techniques poets use to make their work more interesting. Lots of poets use metaphors and similes in their work. Use the Wallwisher page to post metaphors and similes related to the pictures.

http://www.wallwisher.com/wall/poetry5b

How we see things

Our topic for Sciene is How we see things. In our lesson we carried out an investigation into how the position of the torch effects the size of the shadow formed. Here is Zarina's experiment.

Bre-Nancy

As part of our Literacy work on stories from other cultures Adil has drawn this excellent picture of Bre-Nancy.

Spider's Web

In Literacy we have been looking at a story called Spiders web. The children have been writing letters, pretending to be a character from the story. Here is Malachi's effort.

Dear Mother

Today you would not believe what I got up to,

I managed to trick my future mother in law and have a mini feast in one go.

It started when the other animals and I went up to heaven to find some wives. Everybody was chatting and gibbering about who they would choose as wives. I, on the other hand, was starving so I set off to find food. After a little bit of walking I found a small hut. I went in it an found a colossal pile of juicy, sweet beniseed. Without hesitation I immediately jumped into the pile and started feasting. After that long snack I realized that the pile of beniseed was no longer a pile, instead just a small heap. My ugly, old future mother in law would kill me if she found out. Luckily your son had a cunning plan, I took a handful of beniseed and wiped it on spider pretending, to brush some dust off him. Soon after that mean, old brat (future mother in law) came in complaining that someone had stole the beniseed. Cunningly,  I said lets search the fur of the animals to see who ate the beniseed. We searched all of the animals except spider who was left last as part of the plan. Then I blamed it on spider and now he's in big trouble

Yours sincerely     HARE

Jaidon's story.

Here is Jaidon version of Amul and the Drum.

One sunny day in a small village in India there was a kind caring boy called Amul. Amul always wanted to help his loving poor hard working mother. Amul’s mother cleaned the houses of rich people. She was paid in grain. Amul’s mother would use the grain to feed Amul and she would sell the rest of the grain at the market. One day Amul’s mum asked him “Can I get you anything from the market?” Amul replied “Yes mother drum, a drum please.” Amul’s mother would always smile say “I’ll do my best.” On the way to market she found out the price of grain has been risen. Then she had she enough money to buy a drum so she ran back to the market. On the way she stopped by an old women and five kids. “Please help me.” begged the old women. Amul’s mum gave the money to the old women and in return she got drumstick. Amul loved the drumsticks and took them where ever he would go.

                       Tap, tap, tap

One day he saw an old woman crying loudly. “What’s wrong?” asked Amul. “I want to make fire to bake bread.” The old woman moaned. “Take my drumsticks” replied Amul. “Thank you and bless you” praised the lady. In return Amul got a piece of bread. He carried on with his journey. On the way he stopped by a mother with a crying baby in her arms. “What’s wrong?” Asked Amul, in a concerned way. “It’s my baby, she’’s hungry but I don’t have any food to feed her. Please help me.” She cried. “Take this bread and use it to feed your baby and yourself.” Amul Offered. “Thank you” she yelled and in return he Amul was given a very big pot. On the way home he rolled his pot. That evening by some sad people. “What’s the matter?” said Amul. “I was trying to wash the clothes but my wife broke the washing pot.” Shouted the man. “Here take this pot, I have no need for it.” Said Amul and gave him the pot. In return he was given a fine coat. On his journey Amul came across a freezing cold man. “What’s the matter?” Amul kindly asked. “Bad people jumped out of nowhere and took my clothes and only left me a horse.” “Take this coat.” Replied Amul giving the man his fine coat. The man was so grateful to Amul that he gave him his horse. Amul got on his horse and rode on his way. He went on and stopped by a load of angry people. “What’s the matter?” he asked. A priest replied “We need a horse to take the bride and groom to the wedding or their marriage will have bad luck.” “Take this horse; I have no need for it.” Said Amul. “Thank you, is there anything we can give you in return?” the groom asked. “A drum, a drum please!” Amul yelled excitedly. “Take this drum as a sign of our appreciation.” Replied the groom. Amul thanked the couple and set off for home, beating a good beat on his drum as he went. His mother saw him and smiled.

Even more story writing

and here is Baveeta's work...

Long ago in a small village in India, there lived a young boy named Amul. Amul was a kind boy who always helped his mother. Amul had always wanted a drum. Even when he a was very small boy he tapped his hands on everything he found. His mother, who cleaned houses for rich people in town, would have loved to buy her loving son a drum but was too poor to afford one. Amul’s loving mother always worked hard, but was only paid in grain. Every day when Amul’s hardworking mother went to sell their left over grain she asked Amul what he would like from market. Amul would always reply “A drum, A drum, please.” His mother would try her best, but never had enough money to buy him one. One day Amul’s mother found out that the price of grain had gone up. She sold all her grain, bought all she needed for Amul and herself but still had money left over: Enough for a drum. She ran as fast as she could to the instrument shop but when she turned the corner she saw a poor family. They had no food and their clothes were torn. She gave them money she had for Amuls drum. In return she got some drumsticks. Amul loved the drum sticks and tapped them on everything he found.

One day ,while Amul was playing with his drumsticks, he saw an old woman who needed firewood. Kindly, he gave the old lady his drumsticks to light her fire. In return he got a piece of bread.

He walked on but on the way he heard a baby crying and the parents were Arguing. Amul asked them why they were arguing. The mother angrily told him that her husband had forgotten the food for their baby. Amul gave them the bread that the kind old lady had given him. Thankfully they gave him a beautiful coat.

He put on the coat and set off for home. Later on he saw a man as cold as ice. He was shivering so much he could hardly speak. He eventually told he Amul robbers had stolen all his clothes. Amul gave the man his coat and he thankfully gave Amul his horse.

A little while later Amul saw a bridegroom, his family and some musicians. They were all very sad. Amul asked why they looked so sad. The bridegroom told him that the man with his horse had not arrived. Amul gave the bride groom his horse and in return for his kindness he got a drum.

Amul ran as fast as a cheetah home to his mother, beating his drum as he went. His mother smiled as she heard that her son had finally got what he wanted.

More Amul and the drum.

Here is Rehmel's story based on Amul and the drum.

One day there was a young boy named Amul. He lived in a hot, small village in India. Amul had always wanted a drum. His mom worked hard for the rich and all she got in return was a small amount of grain. Amul’s mom was loving so she sold her grain. Amul loved his mother so much that he didn’t care if he had holes in his socks.

One morning his mom found out that the price of grain had gone up. She was overwhelmed. She ran very fast like a cheetah to sell her grain. Finally she made it in to the market where she sold her grain happily. She realised enough money to buy Amul a drum. On the way to buy a drum Amul’s mom saw someone less fortunate than herself so she gave the money to the poor family. In return she got some fine   wooden drum sticks.

 Amul was overjoyed. He tapped anything he could find. Later on that day Amul heard a women calling for wood. Amul did not like giving his stuff away but he kindly gave the old women his drum sticks. In return Amul got some wedding bread. Amul did not show how sad he felt.

Later on Amul saw a couple arguing because they had no food. Amul gave them his fine wedding bread that the old women had given him. When Amul gave them the bread they were so happy that they gave Amul a fine wedding coat in return.

A while later saw a freezing man who had been robbed. Amul saw the condition he was in so he thoughtfully gave him his fine coat. In return he got a beautiful horse. Amul was happy so he went home.

Suddenly Amul saw a man who looked upset. He needed a horse to get to his wedding. Amul felt sorry for the man so he gave him a ride on his horse. When they got to the wedding the man asked what Amul would like in return. Without hesitating Amul asked for a drum. Amul went home happily playing his drum.    

Amul and the drum.

In Literacy we have been writing stories based on Amul and the drum. Here is Jayden's excellent effort. Click one each page to make it bigger.

Bre-Nancy and the 13 Plantain.

In Literacy we have been looking at stories from other cultures. One of the first stories we looked at was Bre-nancy and the 13 plantain. During an ICT lesson on graphical modelling Samantha created this picture.