Poetry Workshop - Bullying

As part of Brilliant Behaviour week Class 4 did a poetry workshop on the theme of Bullying. These are some of the results:

I'm locked out of life
in a prison of hate
alone and isolated.
(Oscar Reynolds)

I am a punching bag,
full of hurt,
thrown on the floor
like a piece of dirt.
My phone keeps bleeping.
There's no escape;
Just leave me alone,
for goodness sake!
I'm a hollow shell
lying on the floor,
loved once but not
wanted anymore.
(Jessica Scruton)

I'm invisible, like air,
a lonely lake, isolated.
Nobody talks to me.
I'm a dustbin buried
under other people's rubbish.
How can I face tomorrow?
(Mikey Erodotou)

I'm a hollow shell,
worthless, drowning in my fear,
heart beating like
an elephant stampede
(Alex Sykes)

Locked out of life,
locked into hell.
I am a prisoner
trapped by this devil
discarded by the world.
(Jacob Ogilvie)

I am a doll
left on a shelf
that nobody wants.
So lonely.
Locked out of life.
I am trampled on
by other girls,
a trashed bin bag
thrown away on the floor.
I dread going to school.
People taunt me,
call me names
behind my back;
so worried
so glum.
(Katie Mills)

I am a training dummy,
battered,
hunted
all day,
all night.
Everywhere is hell,
even home.
There is no escape.
(Scott Calvert)

Wizard of Oz Stories

Ptolemy Procter Year 2
Once upon a time there was a girl called Dorothy and she had a dog called Toto. She lived on a farm and her uncle was called Uncle Henry and her auntie was called Aunite Em. There was a tornado. "What's happening Toto the house is moving!" She landed in the land of Oz and the Good Witch said "You have killed the Wicked Witch of the West."
Dorothy followed the yellow brick road and soon she saw a scarecrow. "Where are you going?"
"To the Emerald City."
Then they met the Tin Man"Can you help me?" said the Tin Man
What's wrong? said Dorothy
"I will go rusty in this rain. I need a heart" said the Tin Man.
Then they met a lion. "Put em up"
Soon the friends came to the Emerald City.Everything was made of emeralds. First they crossed the field of poppies, then they followed the yellow brick road to the castle. They met the Wizard. They asked the Wizard to help them. "I need a heart "said the Tin man.
"I need some courage" said the Lion
"I need a brain" said the Scarecrow.
"What about me?" said Dorothy
"You!" said the Wizard" I will help you if you kill the Wicked Witch"

Arun Panesar Year 2
Once upon  a time there was a girl called Dorothy and she had a dog called Toto and her Auntie and Uncle were working. She lived on a farm and just then the house started to move.
"What's happening?" said Dorothy "Where are we going to land?"
Dorothy and Toto followed the yellow brick road. On the way she met a scarecrow. The Scarecrow said "Where are you going? Can I come too?"
"I'm going to the Wizard of Oz, yes, you can come"
Soon all the friends came to the Emerald City. They went inside and met a man who led them to the Wizard of Oz. "What do you need?" said the Wizard
"I need a brain" said the Scarecrow.
"I need a heart" said the Tin Man.
"I need some courage"said the Lion.
"What about me?"said Dorothy
"I can't help you" said the Wizard. "I don't know what to do."
Then in a flash the Good Witch appeared and said "you need to click your magic shoes."
Then Dorothy lived happily ever after.

James Jarvis Year 1
Once upon  a time there was a little girl called Dorothy. She lived with her Aunite and Uncle. Dorothy was in a farm house with her dog when suddenly a wild wind came and lifted the farm house into the air. When the house landed Dorothy opened the door and got out of the house. A Good Witch said "thank you for killing the Wicked Witch"
So Dorothy and Toto followed the yellow brick road. Soon Dorothy and Toto met a Scarecrow. Soon they mey a Tin Man. Dorothy said "Would you like to come with us?"
"Yes please" they said. After a while they met an angry Lion. "Want to fight?"said the Lion.
Dorothy said "You can come with me to the Emerald City."
So they all set off to the Emerald City together.
Soon the friends came to the Emerald City. Suddenly a man appeared. Dorothy said "Please would you take us to see the Wizard of Oz?"
The little man said "this way to the Wizard of Oz."
The Wizard said "you must kill the Wicked Witch."
The Wicked Witch asked Dorothy for her ruby slippers. Dorothy would not give her ruby slippers so the witch made Dorothy work in her castle.Dorothy threw a bucket of water over the witch and she shouted "you nasty girl the water is killing me!" Dorothy and Toto lived happily ever after.

Action!

Class 3 have been studying how authors use their vocabulary choices to create action packed sequences that grab the reader. We used these strategies in our own writing. Here is a fantastic example of an action sequence written by Isabella McCormack in Y4.


Astrid ran up to the volcano. The larva pools around here started to vibrate. Out of nowhere came the hideous scaled nightmare. Astrid's heart skipped a beat. Cautiously, she reached for her sword. Suddenly she was surrounded by flames. How could she ever slay the beast now?

Nimbly, she just managed to leap over the blazing flares. At that very moment the murderer lashed out a vicious claw at her; she leapt backwards and charged at the hideous creature. The monster pounced elegantly. Astrid leapt; her sword facing downward. The beast moved. She landed with a thud on the ground. She lay there unconscious on the boiling floor.

More Killer Chillers!

X-mas Killer
Francesca Taylor-Draper Y4

It's Xmas Eve and Tommy (my brother) ran downstairs. He saw a sinister lurking creature. In the glint of the lights he saw a gun. Tommy didn't know what to do; he tried to move but he couldn't. He was shivering all over than the brute turned around ....

Rainstorm
Bobby Page Y4

Jack and Tom were waiting for their mum. It had been ten minutes already and they were getting bored. It started raining so they decided to run home. They were nearly home when they saw a house with an open door. They went inside and they were never, ever seen again.

The Ghost House
Harry Stratford Y3

The children opened the door to the house. The cobwebs on the ceiling and creaky floor should have told them to leave but they needed to know the truth. In a second, the house went completely dark - then suddenly the ghost screamed, "Get out of here". So it was true.

By the River Bank
Daisy Pennells Y3

I am alone by a dark bleak river bank. Thick swirling fog makes gruesome figures dance and stretch eerily. Trees creak, twigs crackle, every sound is chilling. Suddenly I hear a blood curdling scream. Whipping my head around, a haunting desperate whisper hangs about my ears. Petrified, I turned and ran!

Killer Chiller 50!

Could you create a chilling story in not more than 50 words? That was the challenge for Class 3. They had to make sure that every word was chosen for maximum impact. With only fifty words to use they couldn't afford to waste a single one!

My Toy Story
Mika Jakeman- Johnson Y3

I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep. It was dark and foggy. Suddenly my toy cars started to switch on lights and engines. Larva slushed out of the rocket lamp. The puppet spoke to the slithering snake. Tigers and cheetahs padded across my quilt. The floorboards creaked ....

The Beast
Thalia Patel Y4

The beast snarled threateningly in the dead of night in the deserted town hall; three horror-struck children were cornered. Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Just them, the beast and death. If only they had listened to mum was the last thought they had. The beast launched. He exists.

The End
Byron Capitano Y4

Menacingly, the shrieking laughter pounded into Jimmy's ears. A shadowy image approached him slowly. A gentle breeze brushed his cheek and Jimmy knew it was close. As quick as lightning, he tugged the duvet over his head and tried to stop his trembling legs. A horrifying scream left Jimmy's mouth .....

The Tunnel
Eva Bedford Y4

The train entered a long dark tunnel. Millie could feel warm stale breath on her cheek and could sense a figure looming in front of her ominously close. There were flashes of purple light in the carriage and a scratching sound from the luggage rack. And then ... a piercing scream ....

Escape
Ruby Warrior Y4

The blood chilling scream filled the dark, cold air. Shivers raced down my back like a fingernail scratching as I stumbled through graves. Shadows scrambled among the trees as the scream cried out again, this time louder. I raced towards the gate, heart pounding as from nowhere the figure approached.

The Blitz

In the city of London I’m sheltering in a little closet, covering my hands over my head. I can hear the sound of the sirens going louder and quieter, like a rollercoaster. I feel petrified and shaky like an earth quake, as I see the German planes hovering over.

I can hear delicate whistle as the bomb falls down like a meteor.  Also the sound of exploding bomb, like a tribe of elephants stomping, hoping I won’t die.

I can smell the burning and bitter fire crackling away like a bunch of children. I can hear the siren once again telling that it’s clear, but when I step outside the city is in a shambles.

Billy Jayne (Class 4)

Andrew's Diamond Jubilee Story

Once upon a time I found a magical bag. I decided to open it but I couldn’t, because the bag was made of plaster. Then I understood it was treasure in there. I took a small toy-hammer and started to hit it. The bag was not easy to break, I asked mummy for help and she gave me her kitchen hammer. The bag was split into pieces and I saw part of the beautiful stones in there. I took my paintbrush and gently brushed these stones.  The magic happened I found four beautiful stones there!
Then I decided to give these stones to the Queen for her brand new crown to celebrate The Diamond Jubilee.
The Queen was very happy to take my stones and she gave me a medal for that and said a big thank you, ‘Andrew’!!!

Andrew Lishman (Class 1)

Rosie's Short Story

Rosie in Class One thought of this fantastic story at home after her birthday party. She told it to her mum and her mum typed it out for her. We think it's amazing! What do you think?

Once upon a time there was a little girl called Rosie who lived on top of a big hill. Rosie had her birthday party. She got some balloons from Rey her friend. One morning when Rosie was getting ready for school she had a quick play in the garden with her balloons. Before she knew what was happening she was lifted into the air by the balloons and started to float up to the sky.

From Rosie's hill she could see her little school and she floated towards it. When she got nearer to Harewood and she saw her little school Rosie let go of one of the balloons so she could float gently down into the playground and she landed next to Mr Madeley.

Rosie said "Good morning Mr Madeley, I floated here without my mummy and daddy." She tied the rest of the balloons to the school gate (and the other one) so that when school had finished that day she untied her balloons and floated back up into the sky. She floated all the way back home to Bardsey and landed at her house and said "Hello everyone I'm back." Mummy and daddy said "We wondered where you had been all day!"

The End.

The Birthday Disaster

Many of the children entered short stories in the Radio 2 500 words competition. In total a staggering 74,000 stories were entered nationally.

On Thursday we received the fantastic news that Alana's story has made it through to the next phase of judging. Only two thousand stories go forward to the next stage which makes Alana's achievement even more special. Well done Alana!

The Birthday Disaster - Alana Pigott

Hi my name is Kate. Has your birthday ever been a disaster? Mine has! It started at the zoo when my first disaster struck. My birthday has finally come and my party.

It was my tenth birthday. We were going to the zoo as a birthday treat, we saw: monkeys, lions, tigers, camels, red hogs, flamingos, birds and as well farm animals. We were looking at the Flamingos, while the Birds that were opposite were getting fed. The zoo keeper opened the cage to let them fly for a bit. The birds flew beautifully but there was one problem they were heading to me! I turned away as they flew closer and closer, bang I ran straight into a bench. Ouch it really hurt, once it was all cleaned up we went bowling.

I picked a shiny blue ball that looked like a tiny planet. When we were half way through the game it looked liked Hannah was winning, but not for long because I won with an amazing 500 points! For the second game we swapped balls which were not good. I got a green ball that looked like a beautiful garden. It was my turn. If I got a strike I would win the whole game. I collected my ball and OW! I dropped the ball on my foot and that really hurt, so my knees and my foot were hurting and they were sore. After a while we all started to get a bit hungry.

We decided to go for something to eat, my choice was the pizza house but it was all full so was the steak house. We ended up in a Japanese restaurant. How can people eat this stuff, it is horrible. Sushi, raw fish I only like mine in batter, needless to say I did not enjoy my meal. Mum brought the cake into the restaurant and asked our Japanese waitress if she

could light the candles and play happy birthday through the speakers, but we couldn’t really understand her because she was Japanese. So after five minutes we hear music similar to happy birthday, but in Japanese. As the waitress brought the cake in, the candles blew out and the waitress tripped over a chair leg. My cake, my beautiful chocolate cake, flew across the table to land on me. I was covered in chocolate cake; this was not supposed to happen.

When I cleaned up we headed home, my friends were coming too. Mum kindly stopped off to buy a pizza and a new cake. After we had eaten, mum brought the cake in. We all sang happy birthday so there were no disasters from the restaurant till now!!!

How were we to know that my best friend Hannah was allergic to strawberry?! That is when my last and very spotty disaster struck. Hannah ended up in hospital, with red blobs all over her. A very colourful end to a colourful birthday!

The World's Dumbest Waiter

Our Year 3 prize winning entry into the 500 words competition:

The World’s Dumbest Waiter
Byron Capitano

Chapter 1
“The Queen must be by dead by the end of the week!”
“BUT HOW?”
‘We’ve got you a job in the palace kitchen, you start tomorrow. You figure out the rest.”
“BUT HOW?”
“But how is that all you can say? Just sort it by Friday.”

Chapter 2
The Palace

“Quiet please, let me introduce you to our new chef Dalesburgh. We have a very busy day with some very important guests and Thompson please don’t mess it up AGAIN.”
“OK I’ll try not to.”

“Thompson” yelled Dalesburgh.
‘This starter is ready, bring it immediately to her majesty and no one else”.
Thompson picked up the silver tray nervously.
“I musn’t drop this tray like last time,” he whispered anxiously. He walked down the corridor towards the great hall, the tray balanced on one hand.

“Looking good, looking good, nearly there!” muttered Thompson.
Out of nowhere, bolted one of the Queen’s Corgis heading straight towards Thompson. Before Thompson knew what had hit him the tray was on the floor, the contents spread all over. The guilty Corgi demolished the food greedily.
All of a sudden the Corgi started to run around in circles like a lunatic, doing some kind of doggy breakdancing. He then collapsed on the floor. When the vet had finished examining the Corgi he was still confused as to what had happened.

Dalesburgh was furious with Thompson
“You – You IDIOT! Are you the dumbest waiter in the world?’ he spat.
“I made that specially for the Queen and you ruined it!”
“I’m so sorry,” whimpered Thompson
“You will be” snarled Dalesburgh.
The next day Thompson arrived in the kitchen shakily. Dalesburgh was acting strangely hiding his ingredients in the bread cupboard. It was getting close to lunchtime and Thompson was filled with dread. Dalesburgh appeared from under the kitchen counter with two bowls of the Queen’s favourite pasta.
‘Thompson,” yelled Dalesburgh.
“Take this bowl of pasta to the Queen and if you drop it, it will be the last thing you ever drop”.
“What about the other bowl?” said Thompson
“None of your business that’s mine” growled Dalesburgh.
Thompson accidently picked up the wrong bowl of pasta and took it to the Queen. On his way back to the kitchen he heard a massive KABOOM!!!
He ran straight in and found Dalesburgh char grilled and security all around him.
“You, you FOOL you took the wrong boll of pasta to the Queen and left me with the one with a bomb in it.” Said Dalesburgh.
“And isn’t it a good job that I am the dumbest waiter in the world?”
‘NO” screamed Dalesburgh as they took him away to prison.

The Queen was so pleased that Thompson had saved her life that she decided to knight him.
“Thank you Your Majesty”
“No thank YOU Thompson”
“Would you like me to bring you your afternoon tea Your Majesty?”
“No Thompson I don’t think so, no doubt you will only drop it!”
“Yes Your Majesty you’re probably right “

Left Out

It feels as if a fire is in my mind.
My face is scrunched up.
A storm is breaking inside me.
My feet are kicking the wall in rage.
My hands are sinking to the bottom of my pockets.
I want to scream, but I am too scared to.
I have to stay
And listen
To everyone calling me names
And leaving me out.
I am all alone in the corner of the playground.

Ciara Coll
Year 4

After the storm...

After the storm:

I am stuck under the rubble left over from the storm; shattered glass is piercing my leg. I hear the screaming. People suffering as the rescuers calmly help them. The faint sound of sirens as the wood closes up, suffocating me. I scream a cry of pain.

Suddenly the wood moves and a strange figure reaches out to me. The damage to the city is unbelievable. The amount of injured people was hard to take in. The city was flat, like a junk yard had been cleared. The feeling of sadness lingers in the air.

Harry Platt
Year 4

Dynamic Dinosaur

Who smashes, crashes though the jungle,

Sends fear through hearts,

As his terrible feet rattle the floor?

“I wonder who that is?” I hear you cry.

Who roars like the wind,

As big as car,

Hunting like a tiger

And crushing their bones?

Whose scales are like rocks,

Skin like fire,

Teeth like daggers,
shining in the sunlight

As they pierce into your side?

Who else could it be?

The Dynamic Dinosaur, it be.

By Caius McQuillen
9 years old
Year 5

Red Kite

An aeroplane, it soars through the blue,

Circling rodents, to attack and chew.

Like a missile, it plummets to the ground,

It glides through the air, not making a sound.

A scavenger, it searches for food,

Then takes it back home, to feed its own brood.

If you see one, it is an amazing sight,

Hang-glider, arrow, fighter jet, red kite.

Nye Bishop

Year 6



My Cat

My cat Paddy has furry paws,

But they’re not as dangerous as his claws.

Sharp as razors, made to kill,

Out on a hunt he’s silent and still.

In the house in front of the fire,

The nights on the tiles obviously tire.

Whiskers twitching, curled up on the rug,

Warm and cosy, looking smug.

He plays in the garden, singing his song.

He dodges and jumps all day long.

But when he’s hungry he flicks his tail,

He bursts into the kitchen without fail.

Alex Warrior
Year 5
9 years old