Back in the year of 2012 there was a town (that is now extinct) called Southstead. In South stead there lived a special young boy called Tom. Tom lived in an ordinary yellow house surrounded by others that were all sorts of bright colours; except for one. The house opposite his was an ancient, decaying wreck called Blenty Estate. Everyone avoids this house because: A) the building had a putrid scent of rotting flesh coming from it. B) Sometimes at night peculiar sounds were heard from the building that drove most visitors away. Apart from tom. In fact tom was so drawn to the estate that he plane to explore that very night.
It was midnight. At last! Tom could finally begin his risky adventure. He clambered out of his window, jumped of his roof and sauntered over to the house feeling brave. Then he stopped. Should he continue? “Why not?” Thought tom carrying on to the door. Instantly the reek of rotting animals whipped his plump cheeks. He went inside despite the silent warnings from the night sky. Tom wandered over to a glass cabinet inside the Estate and observed the singular trophy in it. He needed a closer inspection. As he went to undo the clasp he was plummeted down into darkness. Further and further he went until he landed painfully on his back in a dark room. Suddenly the lights went on. Tom’s head felt fuzzy. He looked around, rubbed his eyes and stared frozen in utter horror. He was surrounded by meagre, shiny gumballs that were as blue as the ocean and as red as the sun’s molten core. He sat up slowly, his 4 foot body quivering like the puny trees that cowered at the front of my home. As he mournfully reminisced his family he braced for sudden death. Then he stopped. His favourite song was playing! By the time he stood up all of the tiny bead-like creatures were dancing merrily around a boom box. After 2 rounds of the Macarena tom stopped still. All of the gumballs had stopped too. He hiccupped. Oh no. they didn’t seem to take kindly to that! One of the gumballs screeched some strange words and immediately they all started morphing into…A GIANT-BOY-EATING-SLUG?!?!? In a flash poor tom was (once again) put into darkness. Tom awoke. Where was he!? The young boy started feeling around his surroundings. Oh no. very on no. tom knew what happened. He had just been swallowed by a Giant-Boy-Eating-Slug. Great. Luckily Tom was 8 and instantly knew how to get out. Yep. It was the only way… By Portia
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On Thursday the 7th of October 2016 there was a conker competition for the juniors of East Harling Primary School. I was inside the school big hall and everyone was chatting in a tone that was a mix of excitement and nervousness which made me feel exactly that, apart from the fact I was 60% nervous and 40% excited. The hall was freezing and it made everyone shiver but that didn’t put anyone off. As soon as I started to forget about being nervous the butterflies came back for round 2 in my tummy when the first pairs for round 1 were being called out. When my name was called out I stood up to go and get a conker. The first one that caught my eye was a great, big, bulky conker with pointed sides and a shiny coat encasing its fragile body. I was certain that this conker, my very first conker, was going to win the competition. All of a sudden those pesky butterfly’s disappeared out of my tummy, nowhere to be seen (or felt). Gleaming from ear to ear I swooped down to get it before anyone else did, after all, this conker was mine and mine only. It dangled gracefully off a long, black rope that had no frayed ends and was nearly as good looking as my conker. I walked outside with my partner, still gleaming, and stood ready in my very confident battle stance, waiting for the competition to start. When the whistle blew for the first match my confidence drained out of me like orange juice out of a carton. It was my turn to hit first. I swung my conker, eyes scrunched up nervously, and waited for my conker to swing back into my face.it didn’t. Instead, I heard a clunk, it was only small but it made a big difference. It left a huge scar across the opponent’s conker. I felt as if a party was going on in my brain. What do I do now? I remembered and let my conker dangle down at the side of my body. He swung and missed. 2 minutes later I was cheering merrily for I had beaten my first competitor. After a while it was the finals. Unfortunately I wasn’t in it (because I had lost my 4th match,) but, my little brother from year five, Bram Buck, was. I cheered his name louder than anyone else and my supporting friends joined in with me too. He didn’t win but one of his friends did and her name was Florrie Burton. She had come second last year and had climbed her way up to the top. I was so happy for her and she gave a little speech saying “thank you for the support and cheering my name.” her name was now on the conker champions’ plaque. After the competition I darted into the class, got my bag and coat then ran to my mum to tell her everything about it. The words came rushing out of my mouth like a vivid waterfall and my mum looked at me puzzled. We smiled at each other, collected my little siblings and went home happily. If I ever got the chance to do a conker competition again, my answer would be a big, definite YES. by Portia Never Seen Again from MrsWills on Vimeo. Jeff Studios from MrsWills on Vimeo. Hannah Hannah from MrsWills on Vimeo. Dabalicious from MrsWills on Vimeo.
All week we have been preparing for the filming of our Frightful Film Trailers, this is an activity based on a unit by A Tale Unfolds. A great deal of learning about scene setting, character development and building tension was covered and also used in a Big Write. We have just one complete trailer today but rest assured the rest will be posted next half term.
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