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Barack Obama
I'm writing about history in the making,the first black American president.
Early this month everyone around the world witnessed, the first black American president,Barack Obama. I think America electing a black president makes a very positive thought around the world. People are not afraid to try changes about racism, so other people feel good about what their skin colour is. Lots of black people do good in this world and I hope that this new president can too. Good luck to Barack Obama!!
Connor M-S
Age:10
Class 6KR
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Monday, 24 November 2008
Saturday, 22 November 2008
"The Magic Box" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR
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This is a piece of work i did in year four(now in year six)and i was awarded the star award for this piece of writing
The Magic Box,
I will put in the box.....
The last feeling of my grandad,
The last tear of a woman dying and
a throat of a Denmark dragon
I will put in the box.....
The cup England lifted in 1966,
The army hat stolen from the Germans and
The first human to walk on earth
My box is fashioned from fire, wind and earth
with Chinese whiskers on the lid and
grave stones in the corners
I shall walk like wind on my box
in the great deserts in Africa,
Then burn it to ashes
and see it blow away
never to be found
By: Connor M-S
Age: 10 School:
Class:6KR
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This is a piece of work i did in year four(now in year six)and i was awarded the star award for this piece of writing
The Magic Box,
I will put in the box.....
The last feeling of my grandad,
The last tear of a woman dying and
a throat of a Denmark dragon
I will put in the box.....
The cup England lifted in 1966,
The army hat stolen from the Germans and
The first human to walk on earth
My box is fashioned from fire, wind and earth
with Chinese whiskers on the lid and
grave stones in the corners
I shall walk like wind on my box
in the great deserts in Africa,
Then burn it to ashes
and see it blow away
never to be found
By: Connor M-S
Age: 10 School:
Class:6KR
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"Legends" by Connor MS, Age 10, Class 6KR
"Legends"
King Aurthur was a legend in its self. A brave man who never feared anything that was in his path. Three-headed horses which people had been killed by. Bogarts which poison you in their sweet little cottages and a wreckless wolf who bites you till you're red. But when Miss Laymitt asks to get rid of a spider, suddenly he is running back to Camelot asking for mummy.
By: Connor M-S
Age: 10
Class:6KR
King Aurthur was a legend in its self. A brave man who never feared anything that was in his path. Three-headed horses which people had been killed by. Bogarts which poison you in their sweet little cottages and a wreckless wolf who bites you till you're red. But when Miss Laymitt asks to get rid of a spider, suddenly he is running back to Camelot asking for mummy.
By: Connor M-S
Age: 10
Class:6KR
"King Arthur" (2) By Molly, Age 10, Class 6KR
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King Arthur (2)
Dear diary,
Today I pulled a sword called Excalibur. He was hard to get out but I did it.
I was named King. I was so delighted to be named King
I was royal on the year this had happened 19 th Of May.
I was so happy now no one could tell me what to do.
By Molly
Age 10
Class 6kr
King Arthur (2)
Dear diary,
Today I pulled a sword called Excalibur. He was hard to get out but I did it.
I was named King. I was so delighted to be named King
I was royal on the year this had happened 19 th Of May.
I was so happy now no one could tell me what to do.
By Molly
Age 10
Class 6kr
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"The Tale of Sir Gawain and the Lothly Lady" by Georgia B, Class 6KR
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The Tale of Sir Gawain and the Lothly Lady
ONE day King Arthur was riding in the forest for hunting purposes. Suddenly, he came across a black figure.“I am Gromer Somer Joure," the figure said. "You have wrongfully given my lands to Sir Gawain and for that, you will die unless you find the answer to a question I put to you.”
“Who are you, and what is this question you wish me to answer?” Arthur asked, getting his sword out, slowly.
"If you would win your life, return here in a twelvemonth with an answer to this question: What is it that every woman desires most?”
As suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone and the King found that he could move freely. He returned to his court with a heavy heart.
Of all his knights, sir Gawain was the only one to ask what the sadness he bore was. King Arthur explained the situation to him."and now I have to find what women desires to save my life. Goodness knows how long that will take"
"Don't worry sir. We shall ride forth and ask every woman they find what she most desires and collect the answers in a book."
They set out and asked women what they desired and soon they had a huge book of answers. But as many as they had found, they were still uneasy that any of the answers they had were the true one.
Shortly before the King had to meet with Gromer Somer Joure, he rode again through the forest of which he met the knight and came upon a hideously ugly woman, one whose ugliness was so great that original texts go on for many a verse describing it. She stopped him saying that she had the right answer and could save his life, if he agreed to her terms. He asked what these were, and she replied, “I am know as the Lothly lady and I want to marry one of your knights, Sir Gawain.”
King Arthur was horrified, and told her that he could not promise her Gawain without his consent and that he would return to her after speaking with Gawain. He returned to court and explained the situation to Gawain. Without hesitation, Gawain answered that he would marry her in a minute, even if she was a devil, if it would help Arthur.
After he got Sir Gawain's consent, King Arthur rode into the forest with Sir Gawain to find the Lothly lady. When he had found her, Arthur told her that Gawain had agreed to marry her if her answer was the one sought, but if one of the others they had collected was the one, the deal was off. Satisfied with this, she gave Arthur the answer.
On the appointed day, Arthur rode to meet with Gromer Somer Joure. Again Gromer appeared suddenly, demanding the answer to his question. Arthur gave him the book with the answers they collected. Gromer looked it over, laughed, and told Arthur to prepare to die. Arthur said, "Wait, I have one more answer," and gave him that of the Lothly lady.
Gromer roared in frustration! “Only my sister could have told you that! May she be burned in the fires of hell for her treachery! Go where you will, King Arthur, I will bother you no more.”
So Arthur returned to the Lothly lady and brought her back with him to court.
The Lothly lady demanded to be married publicly and to have a great feast with all the nobles attending. She was decked out in the most costly array, but her manners repulsed everyone there. Great was the pity felt for Gawain that day!
At last it was over and the couple led to their chamber. There Gawain gazed at the fire, reluctant to touch his bride, until she requested a kiss. Bravely, he acceded, only to find a most radiant woman in his arms. He stared speechless in wonder and, finally finding his tongue, asked her how could this be.
“I have waited in that shape until I found a man gentle enough to marry me. Now I offer you a choice: I can be fair by night and foul by day; or foul by night and fair by day. Decide which you want.”
Gawain thought for a while, pondering the events that had lead to this moment, and then it dawned on him what answer he must give. “I cannot make such a choice; that is for you to decide.”
She cried out in joy, “My lord, you are as wise as you are noble and true, for you have given me what every woman genuinely desires, sovereignty over herself. You will never see that hideous old hag again, for I choose to be fair from this time on.”
By Georgia B
Class 6KR
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The Tale of Sir Gawain and the Lothly Lady
ONE day King Arthur was riding in the forest for hunting purposes. Suddenly, he came across a black figure.“I am Gromer Somer Joure," the figure said. "You have wrongfully given my lands to Sir Gawain and for that, you will die unless you find the answer to a question I put to you.”
“Who are you, and what is this question you wish me to answer?” Arthur asked, getting his sword out, slowly.
"If you would win your life, return here in a twelvemonth with an answer to this question: What is it that every woman desires most?”
As suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone and the King found that he could move freely. He returned to his court with a heavy heart.
Of all his knights, sir Gawain was the only one to ask what the sadness he bore was. King Arthur explained the situation to him."and now I have to find what women desires to save my life. Goodness knows how long that will take"
"Don't worry sir. We shall ride forth and ask every woman they find what she most desires and collect the answers in a book."
They set out and asked women what they desired and soon they had a huge book of answers. But as many as they had found, they were still uneasy that any of the answers they had were the true one.
Shortly before the King had to meet with Gromer Somer Joure, he rode again through the forest of which he met the knight and came upon a hideously ugly woman, one whose ugliness was so great that original texts go on for many a verse describing it. She stopped him saying that she had the right answer and could save his life, if he agreed to her terms. He asked what these were, and she replied, “I am know as the Lothly lady and I want to marry one of your knights, Sir Gawain.”
King Arthur was horrified, and told her that he could not promise her Gawain without his consent and that he would return to her after speaking with Gawain. He returned to court and explained the situation to Gawain. Without hesitation, Gawain answered that he would marry her in a minute, even if she was a devil, if it would help Arthur.
After he got Sir Gawain's consent, King Arthur rode into the forest with Sir Gawain to find the Lothly lady. When he had found her, Arthur told her that Gawain had agreed to marry her if her answer was the one sought, but if one of the others they had collected was the one, the deal was off. Satisfied with this, she gave Arthur the answer.
On the appointed day, Arthur rode to meet with Gromer Somer Joure. Again Gromer appeared suddenly, demanding the answer to his question. Arthur gave him the book with the answers they collected. Gromer looked it over, laughed, and told Arthur to prepare to die. Arthur said, "Wait, I have one more answer," and gave him that of the Lothly lady.
Gromer roared in frustration! “Only my sister could have told you that! May she be burned in the fires of hell for her treachery! Go where you will, King Arthur, I will bother you no more.”
So Arthur returned to the Lothly lady and brought her back with him to court.
The Lothly lady demanded to be married publicly and to have a great feast with all the nobles attending. She was decked out in the most costly array, but her manners repulsed everyone there. Great was the pity felt for Gawain that day!
At last it was over and the couple led to their chamber. There Gawain gazed at the fire, reluctant to touch his bride, until she requested a kiss. Bravely, he acceded, only to find a most radiant woman in his arms. He stared speechless in wonder and, finally finding his tongue, asked her how could this be.
“I have waited in that shape until I found a man gentle enough to marry me. Now I offer you a choice: I can be fair by night and foul by day; or foul by night and fair by day. Decide which you want.”
Gawain thought for a while, pondering the events that had lead to this moment, and then it dawned on him what answer he must give. “I cannot make such a choice; that is for you to decide.”
She cried out in joy, “My lord, you are as wise as you are noble and true, for you have given me what every woman genuinely desires, sovereignty over herself. You will never see that hideous old hag again, for I choose to be fair from this time on.”
By Georgia B
Class 6KR
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"My Life Story So Far" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR
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My Life Story So Far
My story is sad, thrilling and also; all of it’s true!
My mum was called Amy-Louise Humphries and she would have most definitely been a brilliant mother to me, but sadly, tragically, she died when I was five months old, from a blood clot in her heart.
I once heard my friend, I’m not saying who, said; “His mum wouldn’t have died if she didn’t give birth to him.”
I can’t remember many early memories, just memories of my early dreams and nightmares.
My most dreaded nightmare is of the silhouette of a lion trying to eat me, he is standing on my Nan’s bed saying; “I will eat you.”
I know that sounds pathetically not scary but, remember, I was very young.
The nightmares that I get now are worse; there are toilet-krakens, moving, cannibal wood sculptures and night crawler off of the X-men trying to kill my family.
I also have very good daydreams and night-dreams (although I can only remember one daydream).
But I won’t mention those because I’ll go into my own little world and start dreaming.
Now, at ten years and three quarters old, I am independent and love school, I also have a BIG imagination, love art and have good sense of style.
My favourite lunch is tatties (jacket-potatoes), my favourite dinner is dry roast and my favourite dessert is tiramisu.
My favourite subjects at school are: art, literacy and cooking.
My best friends are: Georgia Barkham, Brooke Fanson, Reece Howell, Brett Rowse and Chloe Howson.
Presently I am a year six aiming for a super six with a teacher called Miss Kim Rawling.
That’s all for this part of my life, ciao for now!
My Life Story So Far
My story is sad, thrilling and also; all of it’s true!
My mum was called Amy-Louise Humphries and she would have most definitely been a brilliant mother to me, but sadly, tragically, she died when I was five months old, from a blood clot in her heart.
I once heard my friend, I’m not saying who, said; “His mum wouldn’t have died if she didn’t give birth to him.”
I can’t remember many early memories, just memories of my early dreams and nightmares.
My most dreaded nightmare is of the silhouette of a lion trying to eat me, he is standing on my Nan’s bed saying; “I will eat you.”
I know that sounds pathetically not scary but, remember, I was very young.
The nightmares that I get now are worse; there are toilet-krakens, moving, cannibal wood sculptures and night crawler off of the X-men trying to kill my family.
I also have very good daydreams and night-dreams (although I can only remember one daydream).
But I won’t mention those because I’ll go into my own little world and start dreaming.
Now, at ten years and three quarters old, I am independent and love school, I also have a BIG imagination, love art and have good sense of style.
My favourite lunch is tatties (jacket-potatoes), my favourite dinner is dry roast and my favourite dessert is tiramisu.
My favourite subjects at school are: art, literacy and cooking.
My best friends are: Georgia Barkham, Brooke Fanson, Reece Howell, Brett Rowse and Chloe Howson.
Presently I am a year six aiming for a super six with a teacher called Miss Kim Rawling.
That’s all for this part of my life, ciao for now!
A personal history by: Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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Thursday, 20 November 2008
"The Tin Creature" By Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR
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The Tin Creature
Part one: Where I work and what happens there
22nd October 1889
Dear diary, I’ve just finished my first day down in Poldark
Mine. We have these things called pickaxes and sledgehammers.
23rd October 1889
Dear diary, I’ve just become aware of what the conditions in the mine are like: hot, wet, drippy, sticky, claustrophobic, etc…
These are the conditions I’ll have to work in as long as I’m down here.
24th October 1889
Dear diary, I cannot believe that I’m writing this. My friend, Bill, who I worked with in the mine, is dead. I know that this sounds crazy, but I killed him. I didn’t mean to! My animal fat candle went out and I swung my pickaxe into his gut. I got loads of mock sympathy from mum, what does she care? She hated Bill; I cannot even bear to write her name. I stormed off in a hissy fit and swore on Bill’s grave that I would never, ever forget him.
25th October 1889
Dear diary, I heard echoing sounds, like Bill used to make when he was fed-up or grumpy.
26th October 1889
Another person is dead, Albert Haycock. His head got crushed like an egg. Police say that it was a boulder which rolled away. It cannot have been a boulder, even if it was it wouldn’t have rolled away! His body was found in Holman’s corner, which is flat: F-L-A-T! This spells flat!
27th October 1889
I saw it, the real cause for Albert’s death: there he was, standing right in front of me, a gigantic, muscle-bound, dripping, shiny creature (that is a lot of adjectives) with hands as large as pumpkins. The tin creature, I call him.
28th October 1889
Dear diary, I hid in the shadows watching a working man, the tin creature crept up on him, about to crush him like cars crush rabbits. I shouted to him, looked at me, the creature grunted, loudly. To the man’s dismay, he turned round to see what had grunted, he yelled and sprinted with me through the narrow caves, adrenaline pumping through us, we had to duck because we were too tall, the monster just running straight ahead, causing cave-ins and rock-falls. Perspiration leaked from our foreheads, the creature still bolting and crashing through the tunnels. We came to a tunnel which was narrow and wide enough for us, but not for the monster, whose fat bulged over its waistline.
The creature got stuck, couldn’t get through, unexpectedly. We went to the mine’s boss, Mr. Parkinson, we told him to board up the mine, that it wasn’t safe. To him it probably sounded like a bucketful of gobbledygook. He just said this, in a very slow, German accent: “please, speak very slowly.”
We explained it all, what happened down there, how the dead miners really died, all he said was: “Sorry, I didn’t catch that?”
So we explained, very S-L-O-W-L-Y to him again, guess what he said. Okay, now I was really annoyed, I stormed off in one of my hissy-fits (I like that compound word) and went home to lie on my bed. Is everyone so pig-ignorant?
29th October 1889
Dear diary, it’s nearly Halloween. The surviving miners are going to be very surprised this Halloween if they see the monster.
3oth October 1889
Dear diary, one day till hopefully happy Halloween. Hopefully no ones’ heads will get crushed like Albert’s was.
31st October 1889
Dear diary, Halloween’s here. I spoke too soon, Jay-Jay’s head has also been crushed, the mine just has to be closed off today, and I hope that telling Mr. Parkinson about how this happened, that it won’t be pointless. For the first time in his life, Mr. Parkinson understood me. He must have put a little effort into listening this time; maybe he doesn’t need a hearing aid after all!
Part two: under the ground
1st November 1889
Dear diary, Toby and I (Toby is the guy who ran with me to Mr. P) are the only surviving workers in the mine. Turns out that just before the mine was boarded up, the creature killed all the others. For some reason he didn’t kill the bal maidens, perhaps he is like a woodlouse, he only likes dark, dingy, damp places.
2nd November 1889
Dear diary, Monster has broken through the boards; at least Toby and I think it was the monster.
3rd November 1889
Toby and I snuck into the mine last night, to see if the monster was still there or whether it had broken out. We made our way down the steps, which were fifty feet high and had gaps in places. We saw a slinky shadow flicker in the candlelight, a big, muscle-bound one, grunting as it went. It was obviously the monster. I pulled an animal fat candle off of a rock, and moved it around. Something caught my eye. It was probably the monster. Suddenly, it jumped out in front of us, its features dripping with slime.
It lunged, I shone the candle in his face, he yowled, dropped to the floor, it started to talk, which amazed me: “You think you can beat me, I’ll crush your heads like eggs, and this is the end of your interference and your lives”. He lunged again, dragged us down into the ground, my lungs were collapsing, my head pounding, for the first time I saw what we worked over. You could inhale the stench of rotting wood, the sound of voices, like spirits, the haunting fear of death.
I survived, obviously, and so did Toby, or else I wouldn’t be able to write this. I am writing it dramatically, like I felt underground.
The monster drew back his right fist, which shook with adrenaline and energy; he pounded forwards and bashed Toby’s face in. I gasped and then piped down when the monster gave me a look, like I was a plate piled high with cockroaches. He trudged away, leaving us there, what an idiot! Wait, he knew that we don’t know the way out, he had come through the ground, and we had to go up through it. We scanned around for a ladder, there was none, damnation!
I saw a cluster of tin in the corner of the underground, which gradually turned light to dark because of the flickering candles. The tin was piled up to the underground “roof” and there was a good amount of probability that we could climb up it. I stealthily moved along the wall to it, beckoning Toby after me.
We started to clamber up the mound, to my amazement our hands passed through the “roof” as though it was made of running water. We found ourselves hurtling up through the earth, holding on to each other’s shoulders for dear life. We felt dizzy, but a wave of excitement warmed us.
Suddenly we were on the top of Poldark mine, our fringes plastered to our foreheads and our shirts sticking to our bodies. The cold night air rippled and we relished being in the cool breeze.
Part three: home again
13th December 1889
I haven’t written in this diary for quite some time now; I’ve been too busy wondering how the hell me and Toby got out of that mine, I mean, all we did was touch the earth and we got sucked up through it!
It’s nearly Christmas and I’ve brought my mother some tin ore fresh from the mine.
I’ve written my life’s story and now the end of this story amazingly isn’t the end of my life.
By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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The Tin Creature
Part one: Where I work and what happens there
22nd October 1889
Dear diary, I’ve just finished my first day down in Poldark
Mine. We have these things called pickaxes and sledgehammers.
23rd October 1889
Dear diary, I’ve just become aware of what the conditions in the mine are like: hot, wet, drippy, sticky, claustrophobic, etc…
These are the conditions I’ll have to work in as long as I’m down here.
24th October 1889
Dear diary, I cannot believe that I’m writing this. My friend, Bill, who I worked with in the mine, is dead. I know that this sounds crazy, but I killed him. I didn’t mean to! My animal fat candle went out and I swung my pickaxe into his gut. I got loads of mock sympathy from mum, what does she care? She hated Bill; I cannot even bear to write her name. I stormed off in a hissy fit and swore on Bill’s grave that I would never, ever forget him.
25th October 1889
Dear diary, I heard echoing sounds, like Bill used to make when he was fed-up or grumpy.
26th October 1889
Another person is dead, Albert Haycock. His head got crushed like an egg. Police say that it was a boulder which rolled away. It cannot have been a boulder, even if it was it wouldn’t have rolled away! His body was found in Holman’s corner, which is flat: F-L-A-T! This spells flat!
27th October 1889
I saw it, the real cause for Albert’s death: there he was, standing right in front of me, a gigantic, muscle-bound, dripping, shiny creature (that is a lot of adjectives) with hands as large as pumpkins. The tin creature, I call him.
28th October 1889
Dear diary, I hid in the shadows watching a working man, the tin creature crept up on him, about to crush him like cars crush rabbits. I shouted to him, looked at me, the creature grunted, loudly. To the man’s dismay, he turned round to see what had grunted, he yelled and sprinted with me through the narrow caves, adrenaline pumping through us, we had to duck because we were too tall, the monster just running straight ahead, causing cave-ins and rock-falls. Perspiration leaked from our foreheads, the creature still bolting and crashing through the tunnels. We came to a tunnel which was narrow and wide enough for us, but not for the monster, whose fat bulged over its waistline.
The creature got stuck, couldn’t get through, unexpectedly. We went to the mine’s boss, Mr. Parkinson, we told him to board up the mine, that it wasn’t safe. To him it probably sounded like a bucketful of gobbledygook. He just said this, in a very slow, German accent: “please, speak very slowly.”
We explained it all, what happened down there, how the dead miners really died, all he said was: “Sorry, I didn’t catch that?”
So we explained, very S-L-O-W-L-Y to him again, guess what he said. Okay, now I was really annoyed, I stormed off in one of my hissy-fits (I like that compound word) and went home to lie on my bed. Is everyone so pig-ignorant?
29th October 1889
Dear diary, it’s nearly Halloween. The surviving miners are going to be very surprised this Halloween if they see the monster.
3oth October 1889
Dear diary, one day till hopefully happy Halloween. Hopefully no ones’ heads will get crushed like Albert’s was.
31st October 1889
Dear diary, Halloween’s here. I spoke too soon, Jay-Jay’s head has also been crushed, the mine just has to be closed off today, and I hope that telling Mr. Parkinson about how this happened, that it won’t be pointless. For the first time in his life, Mr. Parkinson understood me. He must have put a little effort into listening this time; maybe he doesn’t need a hearing aid after all!
Part two: under the ground
1st November 1889
Dear diary, Toby and I (Toby is the guy who ran with me to Mr. P) are the only surviving workers in the mine. Turns out that just before the mine was boarded up, the creature killed all the others. For some reason he didn’t kill the bal maidens, perhaps he is like a woodlouse, he only likes dark, dingy, damp places.
2nd November 1889
Dear diary, Monster has broken through the boards; at least Toby and I think it was the monster.
3rd November 1889
Toby and I snuck into the mine last night, to see if the monster was still there or whether it had broken out. We made our way down the steps, which were fifty feet high and had gaps in places. We saw a slinky shadow flicker in the candlelight, a big, muscle-bound one, grunting as it went. It was obviously the monster. I pulled an animal fat candle off of a rock, and moved it around. Something caught my eye. It was probably the monster. Suddenly, it jumped out in front of us, its features dripping with slime.
It lunged, I shone the candle in his face, he yowled, dropped to the floor, it started to talk, which amazed me: “You think you can beat me, I’ll crush your heads like eggs, and this is the end of your interference and your lives”. He lunged again, dragged us down into the ground, my lungs were collapsing, my head pounding, for the first time I saw what we worked over. You could inhale the stench of rotting wood, the sound of voices, like spirits, the haunting fear of death.
I survived, obviously, and so did Toby, or else I wouldn’t be able to write this. I am writing it dramatically, like I felt underground.
The monster drew back his right fist, which shook with adrenaline and energy; he pounded forwards and bashed Toby’s face in. I gasped and then piped down when the monster gave me a look, like I was a plate piled high with cockroaches. He trudged away, leaving us there, what an idiot! Wait, he knew that we don’t know the way out, he had come through the ground, and we had to go up through it. We scanned around for a ladder, there was none, damnation!
I saw a cluster of tin in the corner of the underground, which gradually turned light to dark because of the flickering candles. The tin was piled up to the underground “roof” and there was a good amount of probability that we could climb up it. I stealthily moved along the wall to it, beckoning Toby after me.
We started to clamber up the mound, to my amazement our hands passed through the “roof” as though it was made of running water. We found ourselves hurtling up through the earth, holding on to each other’s shoulders for dear life. We felt dizzy, but a wave of excitement warmed us.
Suddenly we were on the top of Poldark mine, our fringes plastered to our foreheads and our shirts sticking to our bodies. The cold night air rippled and we relished being in the cool breeze.
Part three: home again
13th December 1889
I haven’t written in this diary for quite some time now; I’ve been too busy wondering how the hell me and Toby got out of that mine, I mean, all we did was touch the earth and we got sucked up through it!
It’s nearly Christmas and I’ve brought my mother some tin ore fresh from the mine.
I’ve written my life’s story and now the end of this story amazingly isn’t the end of my life.
By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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