Silence

We all sat in the room, silent, waiting. All of us sat still, as if afraid of a imaginary force. It was as if the next person to speak who be cursed, a curse of the wildest imagination. Silently, I shuffled, though no noise came. Then in she strode, tall and thin, her mouth shrivelled and her lips curled. Her eyelashes fluttered pathetically, as if to say she was delicate, and not to be messed with. Then he sneezed, and everyone turned to face him, with a menacing glare, she coughed and began to speak sharply...

By Becky Class 6

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Doppelganger

I was standing in the queue at the post office when it happened for the first time.A man said, "Long time no see. How`s the new job going?" I`d never seen him before.I didn`t have a job.A case of mistaken identity.Then in Boots the girl on the till said, "Irene- no its not you.You`re the spitting image!" Later I thought about it who is she my doppelganger? Who would I be if I wasn`t me? If I had that freedom to be someone else entirely. A weight lifted from me I felt different already.
Pippa

Bubbles

I fell, the endless deep green-blue swallowing me, engulfing me. A barren landscape spread out below me, almost welcoming. I began to feel sleepy and heavy, and the water seemed to press my eyes closed. Air leaked from my lips, and the spilled bubbles flitted to the surface like tiny fish. I fell.

The Theme Park

Wandering among the attractions breathing in that special theme park smell. that sweet like candy floss and salty greasy chips.Nothing can beat it.I jostled through the crowds ,heading for the big one,the one everyone was talking about. Apparently it made the most fearless person scream for their lives.my heart pounced in my chest as I joined the long queue for it as the queue got shorter and shorter my heat beat faster and faster , butterflies started somersaulting in my stomach. Then it happened I was at the front , next to the fastest ride in the country!






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Different

I decided to draw a picture for my sons, David and James! What should I draw? I wondered, looking around anxiously to gain inspiration. A box of felt pens sat partly hidden in the art cupboard. I started with orange, drawing squiggles and wiggly lines, gradually adding other colours until the entire page was covered. I thought it looked wonderful! So psychedelic! So creative! I showed my masterpiece to David. "What do you think?" I expected enthusiasm and praise or at least some confirmation of my brilliance. David looked. He cocked his head to one side.
"It's different."


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Flowers

Lazily swaying in the breeze,the poppies appeared as a hazy carpet on that hot summer's day.
Memory can play tricks on the mind, however; Bert thought for an instant that he was back in the fields of Flanders. He heard, at once, his comrades laughing nonchalantly, betraying the fear that haunted them day and night. In the distance... the incessant sounds of battle echoed through his memory; screaming shells; rumbling artillery left no doubt in his mins that he was imprisoned mind and soul.
" Grandad, what are you thinking about?"
With a shudder of relief, Bert's mind catapulted forwards 97 years and he gazed longingly at his 6 year old great granddaughter.

By anonymous

The big red button

I was stuck. I couldn't go back. The place was full and everyone was pushing to get out. In front of me was a door. I tried it, it was locked! If i couldn't do somthing I was going to be crushed. People behind were yelling at me "Open the door!"
   "Im trying," I said, "but i don't know how."
"It's easy!"  shouted a voice from the back, "Press the big red button in front of you."
  Suddenly I spotted it and pressed.
The door sprang open, I was free!