Showing posts with label quickwrite. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quickwrite. Show all posts

Tuesday, 19 June 2018

My Messy Room

Last week our Story Bird Quickwrite was a picture book called My Messy Room, we had to do 4 pages of writing.
I hope you enjoy it.








Wednesday, 13 June 2018

The Chase

Last week our Storybird Quickwrite was a poem called 'The Chase.'
Here is my poem.

Thursday, 31 May 2018

Quickwrite 28.5.18

Here is Monday's quickwrites.

As the smoke slowly crept closer, I ... coughed and coughed, louder and louder. Smoke surrounded me. Water slowly but painfully dropped from my eyes "Drip, Drip." I ran like a soft breeze of wind. My feet dragged along the ground. Scars dug deep into my crackling skin. "AAGHH!" Fire burned into my veins, I reached for a breath, then the fire caught me and dragged me in. Goodbye.
                                                                                                                                                                                                      

The crows were gathering, the hunt was on ... me, sticks snapped into my toes. My blue velvet dress dragged along the ground, a big black crow dived down and clawed my dress into a T shirt, the egg fell into a soft pile of hay. Small cracks slowly appeared on the egg, I ran like a gust of wind, found a safe place for the egg and left it there before I was turned into smithereens.

Quickwrite 23.5.18

On Wednesday we tried a new type of Quickwrite when we had to write to a picture.


The wind rustled my feathers as I dove down
and planted myself on an old rotten
banana peel. "Ooh! What is this?" I pecked at
the waving food. "SQUAWK!" My beak slipped
through the food pulling it all around my body.
It felt like I had just plopped into an ocean full 
of knives and deep, cold ice. A shadow brushed
past my tail. Then out of the pile of waving food
slowly came a... 

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Quickwrite 17.5.18

As I tightened the wheel ... to Mr Eponge Wannabe's black lamborghini, diesel sprayed into my face. "HURRY UP ALREADY!" I heard an old crackling noise coming from the ice black lamborghini. An old and wrinkly potato faced man wound down the window with disgust. Mr Eponge Wannabe wore a black suit with a pink bow tie. He had deep wrinkles pressing into his skin, a fat head and a long dirty nose with a mole the size of a m&m at the tip.

Quickwrite 21.5.18

In fifty years time, the world will be ... Attacked by Mr Eponge the second and his Jogging MOM army. Mr Eponge and Mr Eponge the second have been working on their Jogging MOM apocalypse since 518 BC (old). Their potato lab has been attacked over 999 times by the amazing Foosabonk. The secret potato science lab is a mystery for all living humans. It took the Eponge's 1550 years to finally create their jogging MOM serum. Any MOM that goes for a jog will automatically sent to a random Potato field, sprayed with the serum and COMING FOR YOU!!! (in fifty years time)

Jogging MOMS are copyright for anyone without permission.