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

Lost on the moors

America  1936

Father had screamed so loud when I had skulked home with Charlie, empty handed. Charlie was  the best hunting dog you were gonna find you know, fierce, agile, brave ,determined and obedient . Sadly even the best of dogs cannot catch a fox if a fox is not present. I solemnly stumbled out to catch the fox terrorising my father’s game. Whilst I ventured out onto the treacherous  moors Charlie plodded along behind me and
I patted him on the head, which he enjoyed.

It had passed an hour of searching before  we finally discovered a set of holes. I told Charlie to go down them and he was sucked in. Rushing to lay my nets I realized I had to get this fox. Seconds later  the frantic fox crashed clumsily through my nets carrying them far over the moors, Charlie followed shortly after him. The fox ran, urged by fear. Charging after, I shouted for Charlie to stop, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I tried so hard to stop him but my boots were dragging me down. Rushing, stumbling over the heather I was doomed to watch my beloved friend slip slowly away from my love and care.

I tripped and gave up hope as Charlie and the fox escaped  over the landscape and out of sight. With a dreading sense of fear I began to realize I was lost. So I made for the cliff face.

Whilst my mind pondered about Charlie my legs burned with ache from running after Charlie. As I dodged in  and out  of  the jagged  cliff face  I saw a dip in the vast  cliff that towered over me so I decided to take shelter  there. I covered the ground with leaves and twigs so I could lye down. I found it hard to get to sleep. But eventually I did.

The sun woke me as it  reluctantly rose over the horizon. Sitting up the bruise  where I fell reminded me of yesterdays tragic events. Scanning the walls for something useful I found flint I tried to chip out and eventually I had loosened it enough  for me to it pull out . It was surprisingly  sharp I realized as I wiped the blood off my finger. Hunger crept into my mind; I had to get food.  Despite the fact that I had never shot a gun; I had made, and fired an archery bow on many occasions, like hunting.  I set off in search of wood, until I found a small group of hazel saplings, young and still green.  I chose a thick piece for my bow, and some thinner pieces for arrows.  Using my spare net, I cut the corner with the piece of flint, undoing all the thread. Pulling out a long length of string, I thought I could cut into the top and bottom of the bow and loop the sting around the cuts.  I did this, and now I had a good bow.  Now for the arrows.  I made notches at the top of all the arrows, this is where I would slot my arrow into the string.  After, I sharpened the end of the arrows.  Now I needed fletches, to make the arrows fly straight.  I found tree sap and leaves, stuck them on the top of the hazel, and now had six arrows and a bow.

Lying down, I slowly crawled up to my unsuspecting prey sitting on the hushed moors.  The rabbit lay there, not aware that his time living was gradually slipping away.  I dimly fed an arrow through the string, realising this creature’s doom bringer  lie resting on my hand between the string of my bow. I pulled back, and let go…the rabbit’s killer flew through the sky like an assassin; the rabbit flinched, but it was too late.  It gave it’s last breath and fell into an endless sleep.

I took off my steel dog tags . Holding it in my right hand next to the dry grass, leaves and twigs, I had gathered earlier, and struck the flint at an angle on the steel igniting a small fire. A burning twig fell out off the fire, but I ignored it. Roasting the rabbit on the fire, my mind wondered to Charlie; a tear of sorrow ventured down my cheek and crashed into a flame of the twig, extinguishing it, resembling the hope of me finding Charlie.  I forced it out of my head and turned the rabbit.  I thought about home. However, I had no intentions of going back.

After devouring my rabbit, I decided to explore.  So I got up and just walked. I decided that I would not go very far, so I could find my way back.  I had walked for about twenty minutes, and realised it was getting dark, so I turned around to go back.  But that’s when I noticed a cave out of the corner of my eye.  Curious, I decided to explore the cave.  It turned left, so I did.  Just then I heard the unmistakable rustle.  Suddenly, I saw eyes glistening; paws coming towards me.  Charlie?  My joy turned into sheer terror, when I realised it was a bear.  I slowly backed away, trying not to anger it, but it was gaining on me.  A stones throw away; out of the blue it stood up and raised a paw.  It was going to attack.  I closed my eyes, but did not receive the strike, instead I saw Charlie jumping of a high rock onto the fighting bear. The bear struck him, and he crashed to the floor, and turned on me.  I ran out and the bear was stopped by Charlie as he leaped onto its back.  The last thing I saw was Charlie being brutally beaten by the bear.  I turned to run again.  I ran and stopped nearly 150 yards away from the cave.  I waited here for about 20 minutes, before creeping back to the dark abyss. It was dark now and I could see nothing as I approached the cave.  Waiting I began to cry, I had lost Charlie again.  But then a whine, and Charlie emerged from the darkness. Covered in blood he walked over to me and collapsed in my arms.  Picking him up I treated his wound and waiting I tried not to go to sleep but I couldn’t fight it, the urge was overwhelming.

As I woke up, I immediately looked at Charlie.  His eyes were still closed, and I cried again.  I sat with him for 8 hours watching over him.  Suddenly, his eyelids reluctantly opened, revealing his dark brown eyes.  Joy pumped into me.  He lay there for a few minutes before standing up.  I hugged him and he licked me, and I laughed.  I played with him for a while.  Later we successfully hunted three rabbits and two pigeons.  We discovered a river, which we drank from, and went exploring again, with the bow and arrow. After walking for an hour, we came across a path that looked somehow manmade? So we explored it.  A little way down the path we found a shed, so we went cautiously inside.  I wasn’t scared, more interested.  I saw a cooker, food, beds, and guns.  I came to the conclusion it was a refugee camp. Wow! This place had everything.  I stayed here many, many weeks, and decided that Charlie and I would never go home.

Zak Rothwell

Class 4

11 years old