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Letter to Quentin Blake by Timor Year 3

Dear Quentin Blake,

Your books hold inspiration also your books have magic and adventure. But Cockatoos could have a little bit more of adventure. Quentin Blake your passion is books with Roahl Dahl. The Green Ship is not magical enough; please add a lot of magic in that book. Quentin Blake, tell Roahl Dahl to make his books more adventurous. Your books must be more mysterious and adventurous. Your books need more inspiration so take a holiday to ease your mind and brain because they must be very tired. Go to a place full of harmony. Mr Magnolia is fun and ridiculous but it needs more inspiration. Quentin Blake, you need harmony, quiet, peace and prosperity. The greatness of your books is fantastic. Quentin Blake your mind needs more sleep and peace and harmony. Your books are fantastic at adventure, but always include myth and reality. Quentin Blake your passion for books is simply astonishing and amazing. Harmony is needed for a hard working author. Quentin Blake you have good intentions.

Yours sincerely

Timor

Letter to Quetin Blake by Peter Year 3

Dear Quentin Blake,

This is year 3 Vauxhall Primary School. I love all your fantastic books. I think I like Zaga Zod best and Cockatoos second best. However, maybe you can improve The Green Ship because I don’t like it at all; I just think it is too boring. Maybe make it more magical. As for Mr Magnolia and Mrs Armitage, they are both amazing too, but can you add more voyages next time. A massive, immense thank you Quentin Blake. What was the first book you ever made by yourself? How old are you? Why did you become an author? Why did you become an illustrator? What made you become a book maker? I am very sorry, but can you do more, when I say more, I mean loads more. Please, please make a book and call it that Awesome Pie/Cake because I really like cake and pie.

Yours sincerely,

Peter

Sreet Child by Lorine Year 5

Yummy! Unblocking my noise was a beatuiful, mouthwaterting, gravy pie! There was a friendly boy called Jim Jarvis and his poor old family, the Jarvis’s. Jim Jars bought a pie with the last shilling from a big woman with pies everywhere in her shop. Dogs were barking and growling around the door with skinny boys begging for food.

Do you think Jim’s family will survive without any money? Well not really, beacuse his mum had to pay the rent today! Jim took the last coin and ran as fast as possible. His sisters were eating the hot pie, his mum was in bed for days and still hadn’t came out.

Jim asked his sisters “Is mum going to eat?, because I have a feeling she is feeling ill”

His sister Emily looked at Jim and replied “Just eat and don’t talk beacuse she is alright and will be leaving for work soon and get more money.”

Jim sat afraid and cut another piece of pie for his mum. He gave it to her but she wouldn’t eat beacuse she was fast asleep. Jim was shaking the bed but she moved to the other side. As soon as Jim sat back down they heard a loud noise coming from the front door. After, they heard a really hard knock that woke Jim’s mum up. Once Jim opened the door  he saw the greedy, stinky, rude landlord,  Mr Spink. He only cares about himself, money and eating. How cruel can he be?

“Please don’t take anything because we don’t have any more money!” Lizzie cried as she was on the dusty floor on her knees.

Jim was so scared he kept his  mouth shut and didn’t say a word. Mum hesitated saying “please…..please don’t kick us out, just give us a few more days and I’ll give you all the money I have!”.  Jim’s mum was hoping he would let them off.

“NO WAY!” shouted Mr Spink as he cleaned the sweat off from his bald, distugting head. Jim coudn’t belive it. He knew his mum was sick but his sisters were just pretending all along. “No money, no rent, no house. fair as square.” Mr Spink said in a evil way. “You have untill tommrow to be packed and leave the house. ” Mr Spink said while walking towards the door. Before he left he put a evil grin on his nasty face and slammed the door (as always).

By the morining Jim was afraid in case they would go somewhere unsafe or maybe his mum died and he would be alone. While they were walking Jim was holding his mother in case she fell.

Lizzie asked “Where are we going?” As she was helping Jim hold her sickly mum.

Her mother relpied “We are going to meet a friend of mine down the quieter streets. I used to work with her and her name is Rosie.” His mum sat down to take a little rest on the side and Jim’s two sisters sat with her and Jim was still holding her arm. Finally they got to Rosie’s area where it was nice and quiet. They walked to her doorstep. They all helped their mum. As soon she knocked the door, the door was opened by Rosie with her powdery hands. “Hi, how have you been?” They both hugged each other. They both have been friends for about 7-8 years.

Jim’s mum asked Rosie “Please look after Lizzie and Emily untill Sunday because I have to figure out where to keep them. I promise I’ll come back on Sunday.” Rosie agreed and Jim and his mother said goodbye and left.

They were both walking untill his mum had to sit and take a rest again. Jim and his mother  sat on the side watching people go by. His mum was sleeping untill the police took them to the Workhouse. The Workhouse was a terrible place. It’s was worse than jail. Jim’s mother died………but Jim didn’t know it!

The Warning Story by Anfal Year 6

Gran came into the kitchen looking exhausted and worn out, she approached us slowly. “Now make sure you DON’T go next door while I am sleeping” she announced with a deep and tired voice. Sadek looked at Mark deviously.

Mya announced “Don’t get any ideas you guys!”.

As Ishrah walked up to Mya she wondered if she would like to play a game. They both went into the kitchen, leaving the boys alone in the living room.

“Hey Mark” said Sadek as sneaky as a snake., “Do you want to go next door?”

“You know me so well” declared Mark. They tiptoed out of the door. Eventually the girls came back into the living room, to see that the boys were gone!

“I bet I know where they went, don’t you?” Ishrah told Mya, red like lava.

They both stormed out of the house to see Mark, standing frozen at the door of the abandoned cemetery. Mark was standing alone.

“Mark” shouted Mya!”where’s Sadek?”

“I don’t know. “ squeaked Mark.

“What happened?” wondered Ishrah.

“Well, we went in, then I heard a scream “said Mark.

“It sounded like Sadek (well it was kind of like a girl) then I ran out, screaming my head off”

“We have to go look for him” Ishrah said worriedly.

“Do we have to?” Mya said sadly.

Ishrah and Mark looked at Mya with disappointment. “Fine” puffed Mya.

They entered the abandoned cemetery. Their only goal was to find Sadek. As they crept quietly they stumbled upon a pile of bones, a splatter of blood, a body and the most scary thing of all, a badge, saying “Bye Bye life”! They all screamed in fear as they ran towards the door. That was the last time they went to the cemetery. Mark had learnt to always listen to his Gran.

By the time they got home their Gran was awake. Mark, being too ashamed of himself, let Mya break the bad news. She was so scared, she fainted. Mark grabbed the phone and called the ambulance. They told the remaining kids “This is what happened if you don’t listen to warnings!

The Warning Story by Ishrah Year 6

“And whatever you do DON’T let the baby into that horrifying kitchen!” Mum roared, like a ferocious lion preparing to feast on its banquet of smelly little children.

Sam, who had a nuisance of a little sister whose name was Claire, was sitting paralysed (some would say he was not even breathing in the air…)

Unfortunately for mum Sam was a mischievous little 11 year old boy who had never ever listened. Or did he? He had been staring at the TV with his blue bulging eyes like he does every day of his life.

Bang! Crash!

“Ahh” screeched Claire. “Oh no!”

The noise came from the messy kitchen. But Sam’s bright red eyes were fixed on the colossal TV until unexpectedly he smelt gassy smoke. He felt extremely helpless and hurt. Despite the hate he had for his sister he still loved her and there was a fire and his sister was nowhere to be seen.

While the scorpion fire scorched, Sam and his sister were reunited. Putting out the fire cost Sam a burn on his pale skin. “I hate you!” he yelled with all the might in his lungs. (but he will always love her). Mum barged through the wooden door to get an unexpected hug. Sam rushed to greet her with warm hands.

“What did I get this for?” mum asked with surprise.

However there was no answer. “Fire” mumbled Claire…

Would mum find out?

The Devilish Island by Sadek Year 6

As he entered the Devilish Island he was greeted by a thunderous storm and bursting out came the rain. The sound of heavy rain colliding with colossal trees was dreadful. As he walked on he stopped … startled by the ghostly moans and groans of the deceased. The pungent smell of rotting decomposed bodies was terrifying. Dizzy, he almost fainted because of the horrifying height of Marauders Mountain. Marching through the thick dirty gunk in the foul smelling swamp that was surrounded with appalling looking creatures, he approached Devils Creek. The thousand metre drop between the cliff and the water was terrifying.

“I can’t believe it! Living in this hellish place and for what? just a few bars of gold” Tyrone exclaimed whilst shrugging his shoulders in disgust.“ And we don’t even know where it is.”

Exhausted, they started searching for the priceless gold. Barely standing with his eyes blinking heavily, in the corner of Tyrone’s eye, he saw the invaluable gold. As they all rushed towards it, a crewmate stops, as if he were paralysed. With his lips trembling and arms shaking he managed to blurt out.

“There’s a body hanging.” They all turn and astonishingly a body is rocking from side to side. Turning swiftly around in distress they saw another group of pirates looking their way. Charging forward like a bull, Tyrone drew his sword. Holding off the captain whilst the rest destroyed the captain’s crewmates. Begging for mercy, the captain pleaded and prayed for his life. Tyrone (unfortunately for the captain!) had no remorse and dug the sword straight into his heart.

Black Hawk Island by Jaelan Year 6

The scorpion sun slashed against my skin. My crew sang merrily as we worked. Suddenly I saw a tiny chest appear deep inside the water. I shouted at my crew, they filled with excitement. I lowered the air barrel, which is an old Spanish church bell, and dived in. The very moment I clasped the miniscule chest, a gigantic, malicious and fierce Great White shark rushed towards me with torpedo like speed.

“Arrgh!” I cried, but my fear was consumed by my greed I was going to get that treasure one way or another. Cutlass in hand, I swatted the shark away and came out of the water. As soon as I was dry I read the map aloud and the words that were on it made me shiver. We were heading… to Black Hawk Island. But I wasn’t scared, or was I? So we travelled for Black Hawk Island.

As soon as I set foot on the island my senses went into hyper drive. On the first night it was rough, but on the second we found the treasure. It was connected to the mountains which turned into a volcano as soon as we touched it. We managed to escape…just.