Sam D and Abi's maths

WINTER

Winters wonderful trees layered in crisp white snow.
The sun shines on the freshly fallen snow giving it a bright fascinating glow.

The sharp icicles drip from a cave ceiling and land on my toes removing the feeling. 

The powerful powder white snow who's my face as I struggle across the street. 

The wild wetness seeping into my shoes soaking my feet. 

My marshmallows drown in my steaming hot chocolate, their screams growing fainter by the minute. 

This poem is almost ending and your probably sad to go but the moral of this story is don't eat yellow snow. 

my leadership goal

My leadership goal for this term is to earn my merit badge. I can achieve this by planing it out and blogging more however I am going really well at showing up for my leadership roles such as peer medition and PALS.

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100 Word Challange

"Every full moon he comes alive and wanders through the forest" Grandma finally finished the story. 

"So no sneaking out to that forest tonight, understand?" warned Grandma.

"Yes Grandma" I replied. She left the room. There was no way I was to believe Grandma's silly stories.

Although, I had seen that statue before. I had to investigate! 

When I arrived at the midnight black, hooded statue I looked up. The full moon was overhead. I started to think Grandma had tricked me.

Suddenly I saw the sign beside the statue change from "The Black Hooded Statue" to "BEWARE!"

I started to turn around. Then a frozen, bony hand shot out and grabbed me. I slowly looked up, and saw, two red glowing eyes staring at me!

100 WC

                                        .........I could not believe the smell................

The power had been out for about a week now because of the earthquakes. So I took my solar power torch outside. Maybe the wind would cool me down instead of air conditioning on this blazing hot day. I set my torch on the outside table in the sunniest spot. Then I sat down on one of the deck chairs. It's to hot, I thought.

Pointlessly I headed towards the fridge and opened the door.I could not believe the smell! It was soooo pongy! I put everything from the fridge into a bag. That was almost over, Now I just needed to get past the cloud of flies surrounding the bin.

Narrative Writing

                                                   JUST DESERT

 "I'm just going to nip over to that pumpkin patch to get a pumpkin for my supper" said Kathy Nohope to her mum Lucy Nohope. "See you tomorrow."

Kathy Nohope had short dark hair, gleaming eyes, a small square nose and always wore an apron.

As she heaved the pumpkin out of the ground she thought she saw a flicker of light. "It was probably just the street lights she reassured  herself.

Apart from the soft glow of the full moon the night was pitch black. The tombstones at the bottom of the hill cast spooky shadows across the graveyard. The pumpkin patch perched at the top of the dark, prickly, overgrown hill over looking it. However the night was calm and cloudless so Kathy had no trouble getting home to her small dark cottage on the hillside.

When Kathy got home she decided to bake a pumpkin pie with the pumpkin she picked earlier. As she chose a knife out of the kitchen draw she saw the flicker of light she saw earlier at the pumpkin patch. She blew out the candle. There it was again. This was not a trick of the light. She lowered the knife and it grew even brighter. Then a white figure came flying out, it was hovering six inches above the ground and was kind of see through.
"G G G G Ghost!" poor Kathy Nohope muttered.
"You have taken a a pumpkin from the haunted pumpkin patch on the day of the dead Kathy Nohope!" the figure screamed.

"I I It is the day of the dead?" Kathy muttered.

"It is the day of the dead!" The figure screamed, "and you have taken my pumpkin and that is why I must kill you Kathy Nohope!" 

 "Nooooooooooooo!" Kathy screamed.

Two weeks later a new pumpkin sprouted, Kathy's pumpkin. "How would you like pumpkin pie for supper?" A mother said to her small child as they stood in the graveyard, at the bottom of the dark, prickly, overgrown hill, below the haunted pumpkin patch.