The Great Veg Battle by Joe Burke

 

One cold winter’s night, four carrots awoke once more from their long summer’s sleep. Their house was an astonishing gingerbread house decorated with the finest of all sweets. The temperature was -6 degrees: it was as bitter as the North Pole. Kevin, who now has two kids and a wife, was really pleased about their outstanding house. Whilst Katie, Kevin’s wife, was putting the kids to bed, Kevin went out to see some friends.

While Kevin was out, Katie was cooking her tea. Just then, as she tipped the spaghetti into the bowl there came a knock on the door. Katie went right over to the front door to have a look who it was. As soon as she opened the door, a load of leaping leeks appeared from absolutely nowhere; they charged in like bees swarming its hive. Katie new exactly what they wanted, they wanted the secret recipe…

Kevin was still out and Katie was really concerned about him. The leeks could not find the recipe, Kevin must have had it with him. The leaping leaks had caught the kids Kale and Karl and they wanted Katie as well. Kevin was having a whale of a time at his mates it was a blast. They played the Pringle it is where you put a Pringle on the floor and you have to eat the Pringle on the floor with only two points of your body touching the floor.

Katie – who was locked up – is really anxious about what is going to happen to her house, her husband and her kids. Kevin finally got in from his mates and he saw that nobody was in, he knew what had happened. The leaping leaks. He knew he had to come up with an ingenious plan to stop them. The good thing was that Kevin had the profession to embarrass the whole group of leaping leaks.

So while Kevin was thinking of his plan, Katie was trying to get some sleep. The kids were already asleep though. Kevin had got his drawing board and his pencil and began to think up his master plan. Finally, Kevin was nearly finished. His plan was to go in the drains of the leaping leeks fortress, after that, he would try and take on the two guards that were blocking the entrance to the immense fortress. Finally, he would create a fire on the other side of the palace so all the guards would rush over to put the fire out. Then he would come face to face with the king of the leaping leeks.

Eventually he was in the drain, he ran down the sewer and then won the fight with the guards. After that, he set the fire up and then he was ready he was ready to face the leaping leak. He tricked the leek to lock himself up in a cage he was face to face with his wife. Eventually, he returned to his amazing house with his wife and they finally had their  Christmas sleep.

 

The big race by Daisy Collison

My race to win

It was Monday morning, my first race of the season, time to beat everyone including Eliza Westgreen. She was the tallest, the fastest and most of all everyone loved her. Eliza was the under twelve world champion and she was determined to win it again. In the first race there were ten girls; in the second race there were eight girls and the third and final race there were six girls. The top three of each race would go to the next round.

At last, it was here- the first race of the season. All this training all working up for: the quarter-finals! Before the race we were allowed one small pep talk with our coaches. Everyone else had a coach but me, but my mum is enough support so I’m fine. The race will begin in one minute, suddenly everyone rushed to the starting line I was ready to win.

The scores were in. After twenty minutes we finally knew who had won: I came second -I’m through to the semi-finals! Eliza beat me by an inch but at least I qualified! Before every race I all ways went out for a meal at my local Hungarian restaurant. Hungarian food is my family’s favourite, not because we are Hungarian, it’s because we went there when we were little and we all love it!

The day had come, it was the semi-finals. I knew I had to beat Eliza, or else I would get no people on my side, no one cheering me on. One minute on and the race had almost started; everyone was tightening their shoes making sure that they’re ship shape. In the blink of an eye, I heard a bang I started to run like I’d never run before I was at the front and about to win, then suddenly I tripped, no was this the end of my career? Had I lost? No, I picked up my feet and manged to come third. Wow that was a close one.

It had been a week, and my legs were as strong as they’d ever been; I was all prepared for the finals. I was mentally and physically prepared. My best friend Zoe was flying from Australia to come and watch- I couldn’t wait to see her. It had been two years since we last saw each other and we had so many things to talk about over the next few days.

Finally, it was here the finals. On my left I see Lola Farford, a new comer. And on my right there is Eliza, but something is strange with her today. She kept on gliding ever so quickly everywhere; I knew she must be cheating, as I had glimpse wheels on her shoes. I rushed to the organiser of the race and they disqualified her. The race was starting in 5,4,3,2,1 GO my legs had taken over my body: I was running towards the finish line, I crossed it in first place! World championships here I come.

 

 

The red night by Robbie Lewis

 

One cold, snowy night, there was a sheep waiting to be lambed. This sheep was black and white, it was a Jacob. I wondered if I should go and check the sheep.

“No, no need, is there?” questioned my brother.

“Hope not, it is very snowy out there, it is like a blizzard!” Explained Ben.

“It will be alright, don’t worry.” Olly replied so I went to bed.

After that, the wind woke me up. So I got up and shone the touch out of my bedroom window. All I could see was snow nothing else, but snow. Immediately, I thought, I’d better go and check the sheep. Quickly I got changed into my woolly jumper and jeans. I hurried down stairs, put my leggings and wellies on and a warm coat. I put my head torch on and quickly ran outside. I jumped into the mule and went to find the sheep in all the snow.

There were only five sheep they should not be too hard to find them. One, two, three, four, ou no there’s one missing! It had been about an hour and a half, it was so cold I was wet is was then it was, red I drove down to it was lambing! There was only one thing for it I had to lamb her.

Then suddenly, bang! Bombs were dropping , gun shots were fired. It was a terror attack, blood was slapping on my face then… “BAA! “Five lambs appeared. They were covered in blood, and one lamb once not breathing right. After a while the lamb was ok then there wool appeared. One was black one was white, the rest were black and white there were Jacobs. They all loved the grass on the farm, skipping around and playing in the grass until they got bigger and bigger.

 

Edna and Emily by Jemima Fox

Down by the cliffs, lives an old wrinkly granny called Edna, who has a wonderful granddaughter called Emily. Edna lives in a gloomy, brown, dingy bungalow all on her own. Although Edna lives on her own, she still manages to go to her local shop called Elder Shop; Elder Shop has scrumptious chocolate cookies. Every now and then, when Emily’s parents are going out, she stays the night at Edna’s bungalow in Cliffside. Not much goes on in Cliffside, apart from the odd bingo night, so Emily thinks of staying at Edna’s house a punishment for her foul answering back or her fake chicken soup sick.

One night Emily was staying at her granny’s house and she had just finished reading a book about the solar system – Emily loves reading especially books that are about space; her favourite planet is Pluto. She was looking for a new book to read when she saw one titled DO NOT TOUCH! So she just had to touch it. Emily pulled the book out; it took a lot of force. Finally, Emily pulled the book out, not knowing what she was about to whiteness…

Suddenly, Emily heard a rumbling sound. The room shook; a strange room was revealed with a rocket. Emily thought she was dreaming. She rubbed her eyes. She slapped her face! Nothing happened, Emily felt so happy,   that her granny had a spaceship in her own house, nobody even has a spaceship in their house let alone a granny! Emily’s eyes were darting around the modern room thinking of ideas that she could use her grans spaceship for. The shocked girl looked everywhere at everything until she fell asleep inside the spaceship.

Edna slowly woke up and went to check Emily, she realised that Emily was not in her room- which could definitely do with makeover- so she shouted as loud as an elderly voice could shout: “Emily dearie, where are you?” there was no reply. She rushed around her cramped bungalow searching for her only grandchild but she was nowhere to be seen. Eventually, Edna reached the last room in her house; it was the storage room. Nervously, Edna opened the door hoping that Emily was inside…

Thankfully, Emily was inside. However, Emily was in the one place that Edna didn’t want her to be (the secret rocket room) Edna pulled Emily out and whispered to her, “we shall discuss this over cabbage soup.”

“Ok sorry gran.” Replied Emily shaking with fear. “I was just looking for a new book.”                                                                                                                                 The two sat down and said few words until Edna mumbled, “Come on dearie eat your soup, it’s divine.”                                                                                                            “I’m getting a bit full, you got anything else I could munch on?” questioned Emily eying up the biscuits.

“Yes love I have some bourbons in the cupboard.” Answered Edna.                                 “Ok cheers gran.” Whispered Emily, who was already half way across the room!

When it was time for Emily to go to bed she asked Edna if she was allowed to go out in the rocket but Edna said no over and over again, until Edna got an alarm saying that one of her planets were in great danger; the menacing monkeys had escaped and were heading towards Uniland!

“Quick” screamed Edna as she hurried to the spaceship, “Those menacing monkeys are always up to no good, but they’ve gone too far now that they are messing with the unicorns.”                                                                                                              “Wait gran, are we actually flying in a spaceship and are we actually saving unicorns from monkeys?” quizzed Emily.

“Yes dearie. Now hurry, get inside the rocket.”

10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 lift off!!! It was beautiful. They flew at lightning speed; past the bright moon (which was dancing past the clouds) and into the stars that were glistening in the night sky. Finally, they reached unaland and just in time to fence it off before the menacing monkeys arrived.

“Phew!” bellowed Edna as she hopped into her rocket.

“Can we come here more often?” asked Emily as she pressed the return home button                                                                                                                                  “If you are a good girl and eat all of your cabbage soup my darling, then yes we might be able to go.” Replied Edna.

Eventually they reached home; not long before Emily’s parents came to pick her up. She said nothing to her parents. She said nothing to her friends. She only spoke to her grandma because they were the only ones to witness it.

 

 

A Sweet Journey by Libby Kayiatou

A sweet journey

North of here, stood a sweet shop, but not any old sweet shop, a sweet shop where magic happens. When the day becomes night, it all starts to appear, now this is where you come in, this is where you need to believe. The almighty bon-bons, the warriors, jumped out of their jar, ready for war.

Along came King Andy the great one (also known as the giant haribo snake) following on, we have queen Linda Lindor, wearing her stunning, red velvet, icing topped dress, and her sweet little minions. They all were so determined to find their new home, some were scared, some were excited and glad that their queen gave them this beautiful privilege to go out into the open and see the world for themselves. But this would mean danger and a lot of danger, because they had to get through the gummy castle where the strongest of the strongest sweets were held safe. However, all these magical sweets were going down; unfortunately for them they have no leader so it was up to them to work together, to form a team, and to be great again!

Before long, they set off into the open, worried and terrified of the journey they’d got themselves into, but it was too late now, there was no turning back, but maybe that was a good thing. What would you do? Sadly for them, when night becomes day they lose their magic.

Completely exhausted, they carried on with their journey along the dark parts of the world, until suddenly they saw something in the distance, but what was it? “Hey look over there” shouted Queen Linda Lindor. They scurried along, running-running-running-running along the path. Looking up they saw something, something big. “Ahhhhhhhhh”screamed Bob. It was the castle. Over ahead, you could just see a glimpse of something new there stood their new home, but they had to get past these fierce sweets. THIS MEANT WAR!  Now this is where the almighty bon-bons have to save the day and be the warriors they were made to be. Beany Bon pulled out his shiny silver sword and the sounds of the two swords clashing together was just vile for the crowd of sweets to watch, all was going well until…

Everyone was shouting, people were terrified, it was Beany Bon, he… he was dd dead, he had just vanished into thin air, as the crowd walked away, far far away. This was it, they were home! The sweets dropped to the ground with a tumble, tired, stressed and sad but they were home. They had a funeral for Beany Bon and then they all drifted away and fell into a deep deep sleep.

THE END!

 

 

Parsley the vegetarian lion by Beth Hunter

Parsley the vegetarian lion.

In a dark, dark forest, under dark, dark trees, in a dark, dark clearing, a pride of lions lived. But there was something strange about this pride- one of them was a vegetarian, which is a bit of a problem when you are a lion!

One day, Parsley the lion was minding his own business when Troy and his cronies waltzed into the clearing, “Budge it wimpy!” sneered Troy who was the biggest lion in the pride, “Only real lions are allowed to sit on the smooth rock.”

“I am a real lion,” Parsley explained hurt with what they had said.

“Hah hah, as if you are not one of our kind now go away and hunt for some of your fruit ha yuck!” Exclaimed the second biggest lion, Simon. So Parsley went to look for gooseberries in the forest.

Days passed by, and the vegetarian lion minded his own business in the forest, but one day, he had sprinted up to the forest to harvest his first crop of strawberries to make jam, when he heard a clunking noise, then a bashing noise.  Finally, he spied a shiny metal object chugging into the clearing towards him it was like a giant metal monster. He felt so scared and for once wished that troy was here to save him and fight this metal monstrosity. But then in the distance he heard a roar…

“Troy!” he called but nobody answered.

“Troy where are you!” There was silence, but then…

“Parsley is that you?” questioned Troy, as he poked his head out of the bushes.

“Yes it’s me, come on we need to try and stop this horror!” exclaimed Parsley.

“I have got a plan how about we roar so loud that we scare the driver and then we steal the keys.”

“Great, let’s go” Parsley bellowed.

As quick as a flash, troy let out a roar so loud it could deafen a giant, as parsley sneaked up to the machine and pulled the keys out of the engine.

“AGH” screamed the driver inside the machine and ran off into the jungle never to be seen again.

As Troy and parsley sat on the smooth rock together Troy exclaimed “you know Parsley, I think that I might turn vegetarian now that I know how much fruit and vegetables mean to you.”

“Good idea” chuckled Parsley.

 

 

 

My boring Grandad by Daisy Swain

Down by the gloomy, glum forest, there lived a boring football lover- he was my Grandad, Tony. “Morning Grandad.” I yelled trying to sound positive, “How are you today? Mum and Dad just dropped me off for the weekend!” Grandad looked a little bit confused.

“When did we agree for you to come round?” He still looked confused. After I had been standing in the doorway for ages, Grandad’s face finally went back to the football. I dropped my stuff and took a seat on the floor since there was no other place to seat. The game at the moment was Shrewsbury vs South Hampton. Finally, the football (that had been on for three hours) was eventually over.

After Grandad’s game had finished, he started boring me some more by looking at photos of my dad when he was little. The dark beige chest- which was filled with photos- was as big as an elephant on a humongous lorry. I was falling asleep. “Look Jessica. In this picture your dad is at the beach for the first time. Doesn’t he look sweet?” Grandad spoke loudly.

“Yes Grandad!” I yelled back to him making sure he could hear. Grandad continued this way. Telling me what was happening in each photo. Before long, my hands touched a square piece of paper. I lifted it up. On it there was a person by a MOTERBIKE. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

The darkly coloured box was shut once again and Grandad went and sat on his green chair. I had so many questions forming in my head. Who was that person? Why was it in Grandad’s box of photos? Was it Grandad? The old man, who had no hair on his head, called me over to talk. “Now than Jessica.” He said in deep voice, “You’re probably wondering who that was? Well it was me! Riding my favourite bike!” I was shocked. Grandad peeled off his chair and grabbed his wooden walking stick and opened the rotten door. The sky looked as angry as a grumpy giant. Next door to the house was a white garage. The shutters opened to reveal… A BIKE! The mammoth, energetic, Dr Martin bike (that had been sitting in the garage for years) was a dark shade of valuable black, ready to ride into the night until dawn breaks again.

My hair was blowing in the fresh scented breeze and my adrenalin rush had kicked in: I went wild. The road was a ribbon of tarmac. I learnt that my Grandad was awesome and his nickname was The Shredder because he used to use a lot of petrel on is bike. We zoomed down the road (which wasn’t very far) until the blinding sun set on the horizon. Soon the bike stopped at the unfortunate grey house. Mum and Dad came not long after, and for once I felt sad to leave Grandad. But when I got home I was going out with my best friends.

The next day tragedy had struck…

Everybody jumped in to the car, with their best clothes on, and rushed to Greenville Church. My heart was racing. My grandad was dead. I walked in. lots of seats were spare: not many people knew Grandad. The whole family took their seats and we waited for the ceremony to start. The church- that hadn’t got lots of people in- fell silent as the coffin was brought into the gloomy space. Whilst the ceremony was going on, I was too busy thinking about why did Grandad die? However I then remembered that he must have been 100 or more.

Nervously, my family and I quietly walked to the wide grassy area where Grandad was buried. The grass, which had a gravestone on, was dried and wasn’t green any more.

Grandad now rests in Greenville and life still goes on without him!

 

 

The Mysterious Dream by Max Cope

 

The Mysterious

Dream

 

 

 

 

One night -which was a very mind-numbing evening- Kale was dreaming. She was dreaming of every object in existence coming to life. Everyone was scared, except for the people, by the violent, colossal, smouldering volcano, which had been dormanted for over two hundred years, was spiting solid, grey ash and molten glowing lava into the blackened sky. It had bombarded people’s homes-but that’s not what I’m here to wright about so let’s get back to the story.

Suddenly, Kale (who was an optimistic girl) awoke. She awoke as quick as a flash, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey; she saw the living objects, but she didn’t ruminate she was not dreaming because you don’t see living objects every day, do you? Kale lived in a minor village; no one could tell her the objects were real not imaginary. Kale didn’t realise she was not dreaming but other people did.

Eventually, the little girl realised that she was not dreaming, that made her scared; she hid under a dull grey, chair, lonely in the light. Also, she didn’t know the chair was alive, because if she did, I don’t think she would be under the chair. Kale had to fix this so she tried and tried and tried until she came to her last thought the thought: that got her in this situation and the thought that will get her out of this situation.

Finally, Kale dreamt of the average world with no ruthless things; only things on the earth before the dream of the objects becoming alive. It was nearly the morning and Kale was almost finished, but she was starting to dream of the objects. And this is what caused the chaos… She was about to wake up but also about to dream of the objects, it was like a countdown of 3, 2, 1, then nothing.

 

 

By Max Cope

 

 

The mysterious journey of the remote control by Martha Wynne

The Mysterious Journey of the Remote Control

 

“Top Gear is about start!” exclaimed Toby excitedly. He’d been waiting all week for the latest instalment of his favourite programme. “Where’s the remote?” he asked, “I can’t find it. Who had it last?”

“It wasn’t me,” replied his sister, Lucy. Checking his watch, Toby started to frantically throw the cushions off the sofa until the lovely, cosy room was a tip. “I’m gonna miss the opening-that’s the best bit!” He was beginning to raise his voice. “Lucy! What have you done with it?”.

*****

I listened to the argument as I found myself in a strange place. Everywhere I looked, I could see odd socks and hair bobbles. Where was I? How had I got here? I was in a world of missing things. Hang on a minute, I’m missing. Well, at least I’ll have a break from my buttons being pressed so hard.

Suddenly, some car keys came flying through the air and crash landed in a nest of thin, blue hair bobbles (they were for a VW, attached to a fluorescent pink, fluffy pompom, so I guessed they belonged to a hippy girl).

It was then that I remembered all the times that I heard people shouting, “Where are my car keys, where are my hair bobbles?” Swiftly, I saw out of the corner of my eyes, socks soaring through the air and never coming back. Maybe they were returning into the normal world again? I needed a plan. I had to get home or Toby would never get to watch Top Gear again; Lucy wouldn’t see My Little Pony, Mum, who shouts very loudly when she’s angry, wouldn’t get to see Coronation Street again and Dad would miss Match of the Day!

Next time I see something about to fly up into the air, I’ll hook myself onto it and hopefully land in the house.

After a while, I saw a pair of stripy, blue and purple socks wriggling about, so I hobbled over to it and hopped in. There was a hole in the bottom from the owner’s large toe; it smelt of rotten eggs. I was vibrating so much, I almost bounced out of it whilst the sock prepared to take off.

Eventually, the sock started to float. All of a sudden, we were soaring through the air like an invisible force pulling… This journey began to feel like days! But actually, it was only a couple of minutes. I was so high up I could see everything that was lost. I had no idea where I was or where I was heading.

Finally, I was in the house, on the coffee table. “I’ve found it! Toby you’re such a rubbish looker! It was here all along.” shouted Lucy

“No it wasn’t! I looked there.” Yelled Toby. He grabbed me and jumped on the sofa, covered himself in a soft, grey blanket and switched the TV on.

“Toby, dinners ready.” Mum called.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” sighed Toby.

 

 

 

 

The dark night by Oscar Bennion

The Dark night.

It was dark, very dark, no happiness was upon them, no peace, no laughter, just blood, pure blood. This night was endless, haunting and sinister. It felt like war. This immense, aggressive, bewildering blackness, which was extremely haunting, was like a volcano spitting black ash into the sky until all light from the world had been expelled. Suddenly, the disturbing thoughts set into them: the thoughts of blood, storms and hurricanes, the thoughts of tsunamis: cyclones and tornados: the thoughts of peace miles away: the thoughts of happiness and laughter made them feel like this was the end of the world. This dull, dense and haunted night, which was filled with fear, will never be forgotten until the world ends.

Time crept on…

As quick as a flash, they tried with all their might, to end this horrific night. They tried for thirty long, unforgettable minutes; it felt like thirty long never-ending generations.  Before anyone could think, this fearful night turned darker, darker than anything before. All that surrounded them was blood, sweat and tears: these three things made the night worse, pushing the world to its edge: to the edge of mysterious destruction, destruction that will end the universe: the universe that has changed mankind: the a universe that can never be repaired: the universe that will never bring happiness anymore: the universe that will never be used for good again…

 

Suddenly, a hero arrived, a hero that was so powerful and almightily careful that even the best surgeon in the world couldn’t defeat him. This marvellous, undefeated man, whose blue uniform shined in the darkness, came over like an army preparing for battle. He was brave. This hero helped this battle with the night end, bringing peace to them. Finally, quietness was upon them, quietness that no-one has experienced, quietness calmer than a yacht in a still harbour on a deserted island in an ocean.

“Moo!” A new life was upon them: a life that will change the world forever.

By Oscar Bennion

 

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