In the Dark (action suspense writing)

Imagine your all alone, you hear your name being called in a quiet dark voice.

You peek behind your back, there’s nothing there.

Then you hear the voice again, now it said ”come here,” in a slow deep voice.

You her foot steps creeping up behind you…

By Tyron

Back In The Old Days

Back in the old days when your imagination ran loose,

Back in the old days when the grass grew long,

Back in the old days when there was no limit,

Back in the old days nothing was stopping you,

Back in the old days life was so simple,

Back in the old days when territory was not a problem,

Back in the old days nothing could hurt you,

Back in the old days everything scary was a myth,

By Taliesin

Ode to a Bike (limerick)

Buy a moving thing on circles

Brilliantly WISE

Too good to exist truly

-Hugo the great 1406

 

By Hugo

Mr. Linden’s Library

Beth

He  warned her about the book, now it was too late.

In a room as black as space  a little girl called Beth was in a deep sleep while her nose was laying on a scented strawberry pillow with images of barking puppies leaping in her dreams. Her mouth was dry and was longing for a drink, but she dreamt on with a book beside her open on a page of emerald coloured grass dotted with beautiful flowers of white and yellow. In the background was a tall crumbling tower half held up by crawling ivy as if it was reaching out .

The puppies paws were curling around her arm in her dream but in reality it was really ivy growing out of the books core! She felt something on her arm that made her squirm. She woke up with a flash and looked down to the book but only saw pages. She tried to go back to sleep but she felt it again, in panic she looked down. Just pages. The third time she quickly looked down and saw ivy growing out of the heart of the book. Before she could close the book, the ivy squeezed her arm cutting off her circulation and made her fall asleep.

When she was in the deep sleep she couldn’t have noticed that the ivy was growing even bigger and was able to squeeze through the door, go quietly down the stairs, and into the kitchen. When her arm healed from the squeeze she got up and dashed downstairs trying not to step on the lethal ivy that was all over the place. She ran into her dads shed then quickly rushed back into the kitchen with a pair of scissors. She tried to chop it off … but the vine was too thick!

All the noise made her dad come out of his room. He ran to his daughter’s room and took the scissors off her, he hacked at the  ivy where it was thin . That caused the ivy to stop growing and spreading but die. The girl ran upstairs out of breath. They both went back to bed. That is why no one ever checked that book out ever, ever again.

by Rhya

Book Review – The Incorrigible Children of Ashton Place by Mary Rose

The Incorrigible Children of Ashton Place, The Hidden Gallery  is an exiting and fun loving book with mystery and conflict at every turn.

It is written by Mary Rose Wood with beautiful illustrations by Jon Klassen.

What this book is really about is a poor governess called Penelope who looks after 3 unusual children

and they go on an adventure and find out more about themselves and make new friends.

I really love this book because it is unusual and interesting and full of fun and adventure.

I recommend this book to both genders and to people who like a bit of old fashion reading.

 

By Willa

Haiku

Cute eyes cuddly fur
Spotty, stripey, tortoiseshell
Tails swaying, swishing

Watching, leaping on
Pesky, ugly, evil rats
Killers clean their paws

Energy used up
Washing fur kneading their beds
Eyes closing slowly…

By Nikisha

My War Hero

My war hero

Nana and Grandy before the war.

My war hero is my great-grandad also known by the name Grandy. He was my mum’s grandad so my great-grandad. His name was Clive Keith Stallard  and he was in the New Zealand army from 1941 to 1945.

Regimental Football Team

Grandy trained at Trentham (in Lower Hutt) and then he was stationed on Norfolk Island with possible time on New Caledonia.

While he was stationed on Norfolk Island the army did not see any action as far as combat, but did training and defended the island. I think they saw a few planes flying overhead and ships passing .

Wounded brought on to the Island

He was in the 2nd NZ Expeditionary Force, 8th Battalion. His battalion number was 72570, and he was also a sergeant gunner and trained other soldiers in weaponry.

Aunty Lyn as a baby.

 

Unloading a big ship.

Over his time in the army he received 6 medals,  but I only know the names of 4 of them. The ones I know are, the Defence Medal, the Pacific Star, 1930s to 1945 Star and the1945 Service Medal.

The Camp.

A family again.

By Willa