Week 12: A Bad Day By Marc

” Please, mother, Please!” I was begging my mother to go to the zoo. There was going to be a purple elephant. She said I could only go if I made enough money to go. So I decided to go busking with my violin and I also painted portraits for money the next day. After 2 days of hard work, I finally got enough money to go. I even had to pay for petrol. When we arrived, I was so happy with myself. The show was so good until the elephant went mad. Luckily we escaped.

Week 12: Terrible Tom By Naglis

“What is that in your painting?” bellowed Tom.

“It’s a purple elephant,” I mumbled, embarrassed. “I painted it the way I wanted.”

Tom scurried to the teacher and snitched on me. That made him extremely happy. Tom’s a bully. He calls me a nerd because I play the violin. I had to get proof that he is bullying me. The following day I attached a microscopic microphone to my tie.

“Ha, you loser,” he sneered at me from across the room.

Who’s laughing now?! Because I’ve got evidence. Terrible Tom!

Week#12:Poor Man By Sean

There was a man who was poor. He pushed his luck all the time and one day  he pushed his luck so much that when he was made the richest man he got himself banned. Now he lives in a cave and he does not know why he got banned. There was another man who was the same as him but rich so we went back to the town and said he was  sorry and he got paid 100000 coins. Now he painted an elephant painted purple.  He was happy. He can also played the violin.

Week 12 Final Day in Cork City By Danny

We were playing a soccer final in Cork and as you know anything can happen in Cork. It was the start of the game but all of a sudden we were down 1 nil. Suddenly at tip off one of my teammates passed the ball to me but all I could see were giants sprinting at me in purple shirts. Just then all of a sudden an elephant ran onto the pitch painted a very bright red. There was a person playing the violin on him. I asked him how he had got on the elephant but I didn’t care and I was happy that they didn’t tread on me.

Week12 Busking By Matthew D

There I was, busking with my violin, on the streets of New York when I saw a purple painted elephant on one of the walls in Times Square. I was confused and took a drink of water in case I was dehydrated and having delusions. But it turns out this marvellous piece of creativity was real. I did a full examination and was bemused as the penmanship was inch perfect. All of a sudden a crow cawed overhead and the elephant came to life. He immediately stampeded towards me and as he was just about to trample me,  I woke from my dream. And I was happy to be alive.

WK#12 Chilling Music by Abdul

Today was the day we go to the zoo.I didn’t really care, I just painted a picture of my mum. After the beautiful picture, I finished violin training.Then it was December 18 and we went to the zoo. I brought my violin case, I really don’t know why I brought it but I just felt it in me to bring it. We started making our way to the elephant site cause my family and I were obsessed with elephants.

Crash! The huge window has just broken. For some reason, as stupid as I was, I whipped out my violin and started playing it. He stopped. He was happy. We got so scared.

Week 11, Bermuda by Tim

Bermuda

by Tim Bhokani

The Bermuda Triangle is well- known for the number of ships and planes that go missing while passing. This all started happening when the king was awoken. He was the King of the Seas. His name was Bermuda.

My sister, my parents and I were on a trip to Puerto Rico. This happened long ago. Two of us were the only survivors and the only ones to see it all happen. A storm started up and this storm was strong. Thunder cracked and the clouds were pitch black. I heard a loud roar coming from underneath the boat. Tentacles emerged from the water.

Bermuda roared again but this roar was louder. He emerged fully from the water, staring at the boat with his red beady eyes. He roared yet again. My sister and I  reacted quickly on deck. The two of us jumped off the boat and swam as quickly as we could  to the rocks that were close by.  He went underneath the boat. We thought it was all over but that wasn’t the case. The ship’s captain tried desperately to get his ship to safety but couldn’t.

Bermuda came out of the water but this time he was extremely mad. He dragged the boat down to the bottom of the ocean. Then, I heard an explosion, another roar. I heard my sister sobbing because our parents were on that ship.

We swam to shore and eventually we were put in an orphanage. We were adopted by a wealthy family and this story was passed down through  the generations of my family.