Kate's Descriptive Poem: The Night Sky

The luminous moon is like a shiny white dinner plate filling up the inky black sky.

Glistening stars are like shiny tinfoil sparkling in the dark like torches.

The eerie dark night is unlit as it cloaks the sleeping sun in the hours of darkness.

Nocturnal animal eyes are like floating glassy ghosts watching the sleeping world.

Creepy trees are like invisible phantoms' arms tapping at a fragile window.

The hushed town is like an unearthly ghost town as it sleeps waiting for the sun to unmask itself.

My Day as a Ring by Summah

This has been the strangest day ever! Ok, I’ll start from the start. It all started this morning when I woke up (like usual!) to see an impressive witch, with pointy ears and a big wart on here nose, and a pointed hat, standing in the middle of my room. She waved her big wand. 

With a puff and lots of smoke I was starting to grow smaller and rounder. Then my arms and legs vanished. My head twisted into a diamond, and my stomach got a large hole in it. I got smaller and smaller until I possibly would  be able to fit onto somebody’s finger. I called out for aid but not one person heard me. The pain was horrifying. Picture getting smaller and losing your arms and legs and your head turning into a diamond!  

Then my dad came in and picked me up. Then he put me into a blue box! Just then there was a knock on the door. It was Dad’s friend who told Dad he was engaged and he needed a ring! OH NO!

He took me to his house and his fiancé was waiting at the door. Then suddenly without warning he tripped over a long blade of grass and dropped me down the drain. Down, down, down I went until plop! I landed in the water. Luckily, my box was floating. I thought that it couldn’t get any worse, but I didn’t know how wrong I was. Something was floating in the water...

I paddled over to the white blob floating in the water. But then I saw something that made my heart stop. This his was no ordinary water it was sewage water!

I tried to scream but I was frozen stiff! EWW! You can’t even imagine what its' like - I was stuck down there forever!

I’m still there to this day but I often say to myself that at least rings don’t eat!

My Day as Kate Shephard by Alexis

Dear Diary

Today is the day I changed the world.

It started off like this. I woke up, got dressed into nice, presentable clothes and went off to parliament. I found out that I won 90% of the vote that was to gain the vote for women suffrage. I was so excited because NZ was the first country for women to be able to vote.

So after that we had a great party. I was so glad to find out that Australia was quick to follow.

All right, I will sign out now Diary, even though I don’t think I will be able to get to sleep tonight because I have had a great day and I’m so excited.

Kate's Excellent Writing: The Rodeo Clown

My friend had dared me to do it - to go out onto our farm and scare the ferocious black muscly bull. It was stupid, I know. I wish I hadn’t agreed to do it but here I am in my blue stripy pjs and green gumboots. I gulped down the ball in my throat and gingerly, as quiet as a mouse, crept to the small and disgusting pen piled with horrifically smelling poo.

It was an eerie night; the moon was luminous but the dark knight had no glittering sparkles in it shimmering over the fields. I shook like a building toppling over. I took a long, deep breath and climbed over the slimy fence. There was a crack of bright white light, lighting the world for a moment like a light bulb. In that flash I saw the devil red glare of the bull’s eyes glow with rage. I let out a blood curdling scream. The sturdy black devil got up and started slamming its hard heavy hoof on the dusty dirt, scraping it away and turning it into a brown dust cloud. I tried to sprint away from him but I was frozen like a statue. The bull hurtled towards me as fast as a cheetah, puffing with rage. My feet decided they could move…I flashed out of there like a bullet and slammed the gate shut.

The bull slumped in its corner, its shoulders relaxed and it heaved one last snort and went quiet. I thought to myself, I could be a rodeo clown!

Zoe's Descriptive Writing: The Beach

Golden sand is like soft flour slipping between my toes. 

Whispering waves are hungry animals eating my ankles.  

Scattered driftwood is a fun playground for a squirrel. 

Sneaky seagulls are like food thieves waiting to steal my lunch.  

Small fish are like scared humans running away from soldiers.

Slippery seaweed is a slime forest in the sea. 

Crazy winds are cold fans blowing around me.

'My Day as a Whiteboard Marker' by Kayla

Dear Diary  

Today was the day today I got used. Hi, I’m W.M. short for Wilbert Mark, oh yes I’m a talking whiteboard marker - the only one of my kind.

It all began in a dark, cold and claustrophobic room but known to humans as a CUPBOARD...DA DA DA!

I was waiting, waiting, waiting and to be exact I was waiting for two years, six months and 21 days and to this very day I was still waiting. Well, I thought I was but at exactly 9:17am I was taken. I was hauled out of the room and was passed across the bench into a hot sweaty kid's hand - eh yucky, then out into the open into the cool breeze. I was entering another room..."Noooo!" But this room was different, this room was bigger and it had lots of little kids swarming around. I was then passed along to a slippery hand but the good thing was it smelt like peaches...hmmm yummy. I could have kissed her hand all day but then the most horrible thing happened - she ripped my head off! I was getting murdered! Then she started rubbing my neck up and down the whiteboard. Once I had finished bleeding all of my blue ink out she somehow attached my head back onto my almost rubbed out neck. I really hope she realised that hurts and she won't do it tomorrow!

Georgia's Descriptive Writing: Night Time

The bright moon is like a big silver banana night-light brightening the world.

Small stars are like bright torches shining over the darkness below.

The beautiful dark sky looks like a black tunnel - the light has disappeared.

The spiky hedgehog reminds me of a prickly cactus hovering around your backyard.

'My Day as a Carpet' by Arliyah

Dear Diary

I’m something that nobody notices. Laying peacefully on the ground that gets cleaned every day, sometimes even twice a day. Have you guessed what I am…….. Yes I am carpet. 

It’s a miserable life getting sucked into the rotten vacuum cleaner. She laughs at me every day, but I’m kind of glad I’m not a vacuum cleaner sucking up dust, dirt and food scraps, yuck! Anyway back to me...I get one look of what it’ll be like alive with legs running and jumping outside, it looks fun and easy feeling the soft, green, frail grass. But I’m glued to the ground - literally glued to the ground. 

While I was dreaming about what it’ll be like outside a monstrous thing came through the door followed by six little things. I am going to call them dogs. 

Anyway, wet and cold the little dogs curled up by the fire. After about an hour they warmed up. The warmth filled the room. They laid on me making me feel safe and warm.

But the horrid thing is I get vacuumed three times a day nnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!        

'My Day as a Cherry Tree' by Shaun

 Dear Diary

Hello to whoever is reading this. My name is Mr. Cherry and I live way out in the countryside. Today at 8am I woke up like usual. I talked on my mobile, had a chat with my other mates, cleaned my teeth, put some gel in my branches and ran around my orchard. Before I could do anything else a big logger truck halted and growled with its angry eyes and sharp teeth. I didn’t know what it wanted but I did know that the truck did not like me!

From Our French Buddy Class: Some Famous French People

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