Monday, 28 November 2016
Friday, 28 October 2016
The dream
Prologue:
The child created towards the swaying oak ladder. The sky scraper trees lurked in the shadows. They had seen this before!
The moon sparkled as it hung in the air like a gem for all to see. I advanced. Slowly. Pain seared across my chest, spending at rapid speed. I woke to my own scream.
It had just been a dream.
I was breathing hard and my t-shirt was stuck to my back. I checked the time. It was two am. I yawned. “I’m exhausted,” I thought out loud. Eventually my eyes grew heavy and I dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
My alarm tore through the house. Even my cat Tabby heard the high pitched beeps. “MYOW!” What's that irritating noise she thought.
“JONATHAN! TURN OFF THAT ALARM!!”
“Sure Mum,”I groaned sleepily.
Bang, my feet hit the stairs as if I was crushing cockroaches. The chair buckled under my weight as I sat down. “Mum. We need better seats,” I said with a mouth full of Nutri-grain. My guess was that she wasn’t listening. Boy, was I right. “What’s the time?,” I wondered as I cheeked the clock and gasped “Time for school? All ready?”
The big yellow bus was parked outside. The gentle hum of the engine soothed the shock I just had. I ran to the bus as quickly as I could. I wasn’t that fast because I tripped on a stone and landed face first. So this is what it like to have spots dancing in your eyes I thought. All of a sudden the bus turned red and it roared down the road. “no no wait up“ I was screaming at the top of my lungs.The imagines faded I was still lying in front of the bus and all the kids were laughing at me. “I wasn’t going anywhere Jony,” said the bus driver.
“Mm year okay”
Oh no I must've said all those things out loud. I was mortified. From there it just went down hill. All kids mocked me and my seats were disgusting. They had chewing gum under them and lolly wrappers between the cushions.
I was ever so grateful when we reached the school grounds freedom at last. I kept my head down and ran in shame and misery. I didn’t hear most of the snickering, laughter or kids mocking me.
I was nearly to my classroom when I heard someone shout. It was Elvis the terrifying bully. I was ever so quiet. Almost silent. “Ya running from a ghost? Or the boogie man?,” Elvis teased. Pain flared up inside me I was breathing hard now.
“NETHER,” I shouted as my shoulder made contact with his stomach. My fists rained down on Elvis but he barely noticed. My best friend Kevin heard all the racket and came running over.
“What are you doing Jonathan?” He asked after he managed to tear me off Elvis.
“I don't know what came over me,” I managed to say after a lot of silence.
“Well you're gonna be in so much trouble”
Everybody sighed as the home bell echoed through the classroom. Loud creaks of chairs moving from under the desks rang out through the classroom. I was still getting teased about the earlier avent. I hadn't had any weird dreams since this morning so I hope I don't get another one now. I walked home miserably. After what felt like a year I finally reached my house’s doorstep. Once I reached my bedroom I flopped down on my bed.
My mum opened the door just as I looked up. “Go away” I moaned.
“Honey what's wrong,” my mum said in what was meant to be a sweet soothing voice. There was Silence for a hole of ten seconds. “Well I suppose you need some time alone,” my mum said as she left my room. Eventually I managed to dozes off.
The world spun at 10,000 mph and I appeared in a different world. It was in the same place as dream as last time. The only thing was I was closer, there wasn't any pain, and there was a ladder with about a million rungs. I climbed up the ladder as if I did it all the time. I'm actually afraid of highs so I never climb up ladders. I was so curious when I got to the top be us I saw a big alien ship. A magnetic ray pulled me towards the alien spacecraft. “Nooooooooo!”
My petrified scream bounced off the walls waking me from my sleep. I was so scared I wanted to investigate. I grabbed a flashlight and hopped out the window. The wind whipped across my face. I was sprinting at top speed. Golden grass glittered in the moonlight as I ran by. Just like in the dream the oak ladder stood in front of me. One after another my shaking feet reached up the ladder.
The ship was amazing although it had a spooky hint around it. I creeped along the steel passageway. CLANG!,my foot smashed against a pipe. “Hey who’s there?,” went an alien voice
“Oh no” he’s seen me. I ran for my life no literally I ran for my life.
“Halt. well if you don’t want to be blasted to ashes” said an alien with a laser gun. The alien had a nametag that said Flamasiak (pronounced flam-as-e-ak). I know what a strange name. I wonder how he got it? Right back to the story. He dragged me into a cell with long wires sprouting from the walls. “Let me out of here.” I cried while banging on the steel door. I turned my head in sorrow. I had a bed but that was all. Click the door burst open and someone put me to sleep.
When I woke l was strapped down by old let her straps. I turned my head. “Oh no this can't be good” Heaps of bodies were hanging from glowing blue tubes. It looked as if they were trying to turn the bodies into aliens. Is that Fred? Is that Billy? Those are all my friends and enemies. In fact they’re all the people I know. If I don't get free who knows what could happen to them.
The End
Blue Man Group
- I walked through the doors to hear excited murmurs
- Words rolled along small digital screens
- Sudden loud noise of drums
- They put paint on the drums
- Made a paint drawing with drums
- Played the pipes (Band joins in)
- Made a paint drawing with lollies
- Made my brother through 3 pieces of chocolate into a blue man’s mouth
- They played the pipes again
- Chose a girl from crowd to eat with
- There suits lit up
- They released big inflatable balloons that we hit up
- They fired strands of colored paper
- Made a painting with someone from audience by coating him in paint and banging him against a white piece of paper
- Then they show you who helped organise the show
- You leave
(Not all the shows are the same)
Wednesday, 26 October 2016
Gordon's birthday breakfast
“Gordon. Gordon. Wake up!” boomed Terry as he burst through the bedroom door.
“Come on Terry, it's only six o'clock in the morning” moaned Gordon.
“Really, have you still not changed the time on that silly alarm clock?” His brother was right. He had his alarm clock shipped from overseas and he still hadn't changed the time.
“Okay, it might be time to get up but why can't I have a sleep in on my birthday?”
The fresh smell of pancakes filled the air. “Happy birthday, Gordon!” Everyone yelled excitedly. I gaped at what they had done for me and wondered how they did it so quietly. There were happy birthday buntings, party hats and balloons everywhere you could see!
Finally, I had taken in the whole situation and taken a seat at the table. We had pancakes with bacon and maple syrup for breakfast. Afterwards, we had my birthday cake which was divine. That was basically my birthday breakfast.
The End
“Come on Terry, it's only six o'clock in the morning” moaned Gordon.
“Really, have you still not changed the time on that silly alarm clock?” His brother was right. He had his alarm clock shipped from overseas and he still hadn't changed the time.
“Okay, it might be time to get up but why can't I have a sleep in on my birthday?”
The fresh smell of pancakes filled the air. “Happy birthday, Gordon!” Everyone yelled excitedly. I gaped at what they had done for me and wondered how they did it so quietly. There were happy birthday buntings, party hats and balloons everywhere you could see!
Finally, I had taken in the whole situation and taken a seat at the table. We had pancakes with bacon and maple syrup for breakfast. Afterwards, we had my birthday cake which was divine. That was basically my birthday breakfast.
The End
Thursday, 22 September 2016
Help refugees!!!
22th September 2016
Dear Mr Key,
Hello. Ollie and I are 10 years old and we go to Springston School in Christchurch. We think that we should take more refugees in New Zealand. We should take at least one every three days. This would help refugees get away from their past and make a new start in New Zealand. This would also help other countries that take a lot of refugees.
Once the refugees get to New Zealand they need shelter even if it’s just a tent. If it’s a house it doesn’t have to be anything too posh. If a refugee family has with children (or child) over five, someone needs to get them a school where they can learn and feel safe.
We are lucky to live in New Zealand because we have most our needs. New Zealand is a small country but that does not mean we can't invite more refugees. Olle.W and I want to take action by donating to help the refugees but you are the only one who can make a major change.
Yours Sincerely,
Ollie.W and Alex.S
Dear Mr Key,
Hello. Ollie and I are 10 years old and we go to Springston School in Christchurch. We think that we should take more refugees in New Zealand. We should take at least one every three days. This would help refugees get away from their past and make a new start in New Zealand. This would also help other countries that take a lot of refugees.
Once the refugees get to New Zealand they need shelter even if it’s just a tent. If it’s a house it doesn’t have to be anything too posh. If a refugee family has with children (or child) over five, someone needs to get them a school where they can learn and feel safe.
We are lucky to live in New Zealand because we have most our needs. New Zealand is a small country but that does not mean we can't invite more refugees. Olle.W and I want to take action by donating to help the refugees but you are the only one who can make a major change.
Yours Sincerely,
Ollie.W and Alex.S
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
The glowing ball of terror
The night was calm and the air was cold. There was only two things out of place. The air had an electrical twist to it and there was some mysterious chanting going on.
Jake slowly reached for his bed-side lamp. You see he didn't want to wake his grumpy father who was nested inside his bed and was snoring. He listened in silence but all he could hear was a faint cold voices chanting. This chanting isn't in English thought Jake. He got really curious and slipped out the window.
Jake’s legs quivered as he hid from the blinding headlights in the alleyway. Jake still had ground shock from jumping from the bedroom window. Jake peeped around the corner. A man dressed in a blue cloak stood by a van. He wasn't just a man. He looked like a wizard. In fact if the man was a wizard he was a wizard holding a blue glowing orb. He really didn't want to wake his father about this. But it was the only choice.
Jake burst through the door. Panting. Jake groaned as he saw the long flight of stairs that led to his father’s room. Jake tiptoed up the stairs not in much of a hurry now.
Finally he reached the top of the stairs. He swung open the door. His father wasn't there. “Where is he?,” Jake muttered. Of course he must have gotten restless and got up to watch T.V.
Jake found his Dad sitting in the arm chair like a bundle of rags. “Dad. I need to tell you something,” he groaned sleepily and sat up so I could see his baggy eyes.
“Go ahead, but this better not be another one of those crackpot story's,” he grumped. So I told him the whole story (except the part about jumping out the window.) Jake‘s Dad told him off for telling a silly story and continued watching T.V.
The following night Jake jumped out the window again this time landing softly and swiftly. Out of the corner of his eye he spied a reflection of the moon. He narrowed his eyes. He could see the outline of a van. The same van parked outside yesterday. He reached down so he could reach the door. Surprisingly the door clicked open. Jake hopped inside to investigate.
The mysterious wizard in the blue coat from yesterday strolled down the footpath towards the van. Jake was now slouched down in the boot looking for somewhere to hide. Jake looked down and saw a blanket. It smelt of sour milk but at least it might save his neck.
The mysterious wizard and Jake pulled into an old rusty warehouse. The wizard took the orb and carried it with outstanding care as he walked off into the depths of the warehouse.
When Jake thought the wizard was out of earshot he got up. Jake was very quiet until he forgot how low the roof was and banged his head. The wizard took a sharp turn and came back towards the van. Jake made a run for it and bound out of the boot. Jake didn't make it far. The wizard quickly muttered a few strange words and Jake fell down unconscious.
When Jake woke he was shackled and tied to a pole facing the wizard. After scanning the area Jake brought himself to say, “what am I doing here and what are you going to do to me?”
“Well that’s easy to answer,” replied the wizard.
“So what's the answer?” Jake asked.
“Well firstly I'll tap into your brain and see what you have seen and know. Then I'll use the globe on you and you will wish you never saw what you saw.”
“Sir what exactly does the globe do?” Jake asked the wizard curiously.
“It terrorises people,” the wizard cackled mischievously.
Midnight struck and the wizard came over with the globe and rested it on a stool. By this time Jake had untied the knots tying him to the pole and was waiting for the right moment to escape. All of a sudden a loud bang came from one of the pipes. This was Jake’s chance. Jake shoved off the rope holding him and ran for the door. “Seize him!” The wizard shouted frantically. Jake got confused he hadn't saw anybody else in the warehouse.
“WOW,” Jake cried as he got tackled by a guard.
“What should I do with you?” said the guard.
“You're going give him here,” smirked the wizard.
The End!!!
Jake slowly reached for his bed-side lamp. You see he didn't want to wake his grumpy father who was nested inside his bed and was snoring. He listened in silence but all he could hear was a faint cold voices chanting. This chanting isn't in English thought Jake. He got really curious and slipped out the window.
Jake’s legs quivered as he hid from the blinding headlights in the alleyway. Jake still had ground shock from jumping from the bedroom window. Jake peeped around the corner. A man dressed in a blue cloak stood by a van. He wasn't just a man. He looked like a wizard. In fact if the man was a wizard he was a wizard holding a blue glowing orb. He really didn't want to wake his father about this. But it was the only choice.
Jake burst through the door. Panting. Jake groaned as he saw the long flight of stairs that led to his father’s room. Jake tiptoed up the stairs not in much of a hurry now.
Finally he reached the top of the stairs. He swung open the door. His father wasn't there. “Where is he?,” Jake muttered. Of course he must have gotten restless and got up to watch T.V.
Jake found his Dad sitting in the arm chair like a bundle of rags. “Dad. I need to tell you something,” he groaned sleepily and sat up so I could see his baggy eyes.
“Go ahead, but this better not be another one of those crackpot story's,” he grumped. So I told him the whole story (except the part about jumping out the window.) Jake‘s Dad told him off for telling a silly story and continued watching T.V.
The following night Jake jumped out the window again this time landing softly and swiftly. Out of the corner of his eye he spied a reflection of the moon. He narrowed his eyes. He could see the outline of a van. The same van parked outside yesterday. He reached down so he could reach the door. Surprisingly the door clicked open. Jake hopped inside to investigate.
The mysterious wizard in the blue coat from yesterday strolled down the footpath towards the van. Jake was now slouched down in the boot looking for somewhere to hide. Jake looked down and saw a blanket. It smelt of sour milk but at least it might save his neck.
The mysterious wizard and Jake pulled into an old rusty warehouse. The wizard took the orb and carried it with outstanding care as he walked off into the depths of the warehouse.
When Jake thought the wizard was out of earshot he got up. Jake was very quiet until he forgot how low the roof was and banged his head. The wizard took a sharp turn and came back towards the van. Jake made a run for it and bound out of the boot. Jake didn't make it far. The wizard quickly muttered a few strange words and Jake fell down unconscious.
When Jake woke he was shackled and tied to a pole facing the wizard. After scanning the area Jake brought himself to say, “what am I doing here and what are you going to do to me?”
“Well that’s easy to answer,” replied the wizard.
“So what's the answer?” Jake asked.
“Well firstly I'll tap into your brain and see what you have seen and know. Then I'll use the globe on you and you will wish you never saw what you saw.”
“Sir what exactly does the globe do?” Jake asked the wizard curiously.
“It terrorises people,” the wizard cackled mischievously.
Midnight struck and the wizard came over with the globe and rested it on a stool. By this time Jake had untied the knots tying him to the pole and was waiting for the right moment to escape. All of a sudden a loud bang came from one of the pipes. This was Jake’s chance. Jake shoved off the rope holding him and ran for the door. “Seize him!” The wizard shouted frantically. Jake got confused he hadn't saw anybody else in the warehouse.
“WOW,” Jake cried as he got tackled by a guard.
“What should I do with you?” said the guard.
“You're going give him here,” smirked the wizard.
The End!!!
Sunday, 10 April 2016
My wild self
Hi I am Ollie and this is my wild self.
I am the Ibex-fen-sha-cra-antula-bat. I chose this because it looked cool and creepy. Do not worry it does not look like me. Please comment on this post bye.
Saturday, 2 April 2016
My first post!
Hi my name is Ollie. These are my blog rules:
#1 No personal details
#2 Acknowledge sources
#3 Five sentence +per post
#4 Title (TBC) to be checked
#5 Kind caring posts
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