To whom it may concern,

I am a local pupil residing near Water Lane and I am writing to you on behalf of South Park Primary School, regarding the renovation of the wasteland. It takes a considerate and knowledgeable man, as yourself,  to take such a vast step to take my opinion. A man who lives up to your cavalier and withholds such a high position of authority, should perceive the benefits of reconstructing the barren land to become a local park.


First and foremost, numerous accidents occur with children, as recent statistics show that there has been a major increase of seventy per cent in road car accidents. I believe that this is a non-negotiable decision, as a park is crucial for the community as the closest local park is approximately 10 miles away, where will the youth socialise? Or stimulate their minds from their hectic schedule? Most significantly, I have surveyed 50 parents and 95% of them agreed, that it is unsafe for children to frolic unsupervised and have also mentioned constructing a park with plain fields. The welfare of the youth depends on your decision.


Moreover, there is lack of exercise, as there has been 40% increase in obesity in children and due to the fact that there is no garden either as we dwell in high rise flats. England is way ahead in obesity compared to our European neighbours ( 35% increase). 60% of children spend invaluable time on gaming consoles when it is perfect to spend it in a peaceful area. In my experience , I think that the majority of residents would prefer a park. We are very unfortunate and need an immediate construction, we need a place to socialise.


If you have any issues with constructing this 24 acre field, then please note that we are helpless children with no place to show our social skills. A rising trend of 30% increase of overweight children over the age of 5 has increased. Physical education is a huge part of the government curriculum, and a nearby park will increase the amount of exercise they do. Burning calories is essential as being weighty has several disadvantages, it is going to be advantageous and if you approve, without dispute, it will help generations to come. As you are aware, the youth club fees are beyond the payable price for our underpaid parents. Our school would desire a safe, calm and amusing area which would shed some light on this problematic situation.


I hope you take this letter into consideration as it has been a strainous task to get the approval of the residents living in my locality. I hope you understand that this is a necessity and it is absolutely essential of the construction to occur and that it could save lives or it will be mundane, boring , and very uninteresting.

Yours faithfully,
          Abhinov Dey

Wednesday 2^nd April 2014

 

                         Venomous volcano 

 

The dormant volcano relaxes gazing at the green scenery,

Standing proud as a valiant soldier,

As tall as a sky scraper,

Towering high,

Citizens surround the almighty volcano,

That touches the serene sky,

And twinkles in the shimmering sunlight.

 

Through the tranquil island,

The immense volcano attracts to you its beauty,

And dominates the land,

Unexpectedly,

The ground shakes,

The leaves unhook themselves,

And the volcano quakes,

The silence grew,

No wind flew,

RUMBLE RUMBLE!!!!

 

 

 

The deceptive volcano was on to them,

An unpredictable of lava erupted like a firework display,

Spouting venomous poison,

Lava gushing out of the cracks in the concrete,

Citizens evacuate,

An eruption was occurring,

Destruction was made in all of the directions,

And no hope of protection…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

0 The Raging Sea

2/4/14  J

The sea is a dreaming monster, 

Relaxing on the golden sand.

The waves wrap their arms around him,

Gently waking him with their soft embrace. 

He slowly stirs from his deep dark sleep,

Ready to consume anything in his way.

The wind is a furious lion,

Roaring aggressively at the sea. 

An army of waves attack the shore.

As the storm subsides,

The wind twists like a graceful ballerina. 

The waves calmly kiss the monster,

As he drifts back to sleep.

By Luke Bailey

1 The Monster

Friday 2^nd April 2014

THE MONSTER

It was huge, it looked deadly, with crimson red eyes, a black tongue, he looked as if he was 100 tons, he had purple, spiky prickles on his back, it slouches, he is seven foot tall, it has talon like claws and it was hideous! Even worse than Frankenstein! He was just REPULSIVE! His malicious glare traumatised me, it made my heart ROAR! Standing in the derelict alley, it looked like there was no way out. TRAPPED!

To my horror, I realised that the monster got close, very close. My eyes peered up to his gruesome, grotesque face, it felt like my eyes were burning with fear. My legs felt like wobbly jelly, I thought I was going to collapse onto the ground! What shall I do?

There are noises haunting me, shadows circulating me, how will I get out of here? Suddenly the monster lowered to my height and… ROAR! A huge gust of wind wafted passed me, an awful odour came towards my face grew wide. Why did I decide to venture the short way through the alley. The disgusting creature lifted me up, opened its mouth and…………….

                      Wednesday 2^nd April 2014

                To use vcop and descriptive vocabulary

                          

                                          Howl

Moments later, I was climbing over tree trunks, corpses and puddles of crimson red blood. I heard a life ending scream glass smashing into thousands of pieces. Out of no-where, a dim light appeared and flashed in front of my eyes and before it turned off, I caught a glimpse of a huge weird figure. It stood with monstrous claws, which can cause thunder and tear through the sky. Without imagining it, the thing stepped closer so I mustered every ounce of strength I had and ran like a man that was being chased by a bloodthirsty lion but its smell entered my small nose, which got hit by a car, and my long legs turned into jelly; I dropped…

A few minutes later. I woke up. Why am I here? I was supposed to be at home. It approached to me; but I managed to find a light, but it flickered on and off. Was this the end of me?..

0 Write a Missing Chapter

01.04.2014


As the blazing sun dissolved into the hazy clouds, shooting long beams of illuminous ruby and gold across the towering school, the colours danced together and disappeared. Bradley, a faint figure shimmering in the light, stared absentminded at Red Hill School - (his personal hell). Slowly, he dragged his feet and unwillingly sealed the few steps between him and the school. No one is staring at you; no one is staring at you. He promised himself. Realising that a gang of boys stared - eyes wide - at his shoes, he froze. Feeling panic-stricken, the gang suddenly dissolved into giggles, convulsing with laughter as Bradley lowered his gaze. He clenched his fists. Momentarily, a torrent of anger wrecked his peaceful sanctuary. Just then, his stomach was twisted with pain like shards of broken glass.
"I'll get them later..." he mumbled under his breath. Forcing his feet to drag himself into the room, he gawked at how much eyes were locked onto his shoes - (his sisters shoes). Ecstatic, the audience abruptly burst into ruptures of laughter, Bradley's face was coloured a rich crimson red.
"Hey! Look at Chicken Chalkers!" Jeff exploded with laughter, clutching the table for support. "The new fairy in town!" His mind, hurling abuse to defend himself, boiled with anger. Bradley furiously punched his face. The relief washed over his body. The room went silent...Just then, Mrs Ebbel stepped in, her face horror-struck.
"Bradley! In the Principals office, now!"

Timidly, he took a huge gust of air before he grasped the golden knob revealing the head teachers office. Realising he was in a heap of trouble, he slowly turned and took a step back.
"Bradley Chalkers?" Her soft voice came from behind him. He spun around, too quickly. Sharp pain ripped through his head while she approached him. He stared, bewildered, at his head teacher.
"I didn't do nothing... I..." His vocal sound was hoarse as he quietly trailed off, his mind wandering idly for a possible solution. His voice bounced off the granite floor and was swallowed by the huge, blanch ivory table. Embarrassed, Bradley crookedly stumbled towards her formal desk, preparing himself to endure his punishment while butterflies swarmed through his stomach. Just then, he plotted a plan to escape even though he knew it was hopeless. Suddenly, he could feel the apprehension clawing up his parched, dry throat. Bradley hated getting into trouble although, he loved the expression on their faces.
"Bradley." She exhaled deeply. "You are receiving detention for 3 weeks."
Bradley, frozen with fear and worry, was paralyzed with anger... Furious, he clenched his fists.


Whilst walking down the sleek corridor, he wandered about what will happen to him and Jeff, as he descended into the end of the day...



02/04/14

The Monster         

Opening:

With fear and dread, I crept cautiously down the dark, damp tunnel. My hands were my eyes, nervously seeking the way by tracing slime covered granite walls. Though I strained to hear and see, there was nothing … Nothing but the sounds of my own strained breathing and the soft pad of my rubber soled shoes. Suddenly, an evil odour invaded my nostrils, like the rotting filth of a thousand corpses. I stopped, heart pounding. Was something there in the dreaded darkness? I pulled out my flash light and switched it on, its harsh beam began to light up the tunnel ahead.                                                                 Silence, heavy and still, surrounded me. Reassured, I began to step forward…Out of the black depths came a sudden blood-curling shriek as the great beast leapt towards me. There, pinned in the beam of my flashlight, I final saw it…

(My bit)

Dodging eagerly, I ran for my life with my heart pounding like a drum. Clawed into a wooden wall, tallies engraved in blood dripped into the infested and mouldy water. A merge of vomit and urine flowed past me as constant "drip-drops" filled the eerie cave, what a terrible memory this is! I can’t even look back at it! An intricate door handle stood before me, smothered in crimson blood. What sinister lurked here. I could nearly envisage the blood-curling creature pierced with stab wounds and malicious glares. The traumatising noises told me I wasn’t alone...An unpleasant odour of smoke lingered in the air, I heard the footsteps of the petrifying monster… I had a strange feeling that someone’s eyes were fixated on me. This thought messed with me continuously. I could almost feel the perilous breath gazing over me, taunting me again and again. My legs were like jelly, trying to walk but nothing happened. I could smell the fungicide rodents crawling over its grotesque body. These hallucinations will haunt me forever. My heart cannot take this any longer; I could feel death any minute…With its empowering height, blood shot eyes and the horrible growl of a demon. It rose higher, a mas of tangled limbs, each weapon found on the floor, plated with paralyzing goo seeping from black pores.

It gives me the shivers to have the feeling that devious eyes are only gazing on me. How will I survive this dreadful moment? Why didn’t I realise this is a bad idea the moment I strolled through this eerie tunnel?

1 Friday 21st -- Sport Relief

What to wear?

 Red and or sporty clothes

What to bring?

Please donate 50p or more for sport relief

                  

Remember, it is not about what you wear,

it is for many people who are suffering

around the world, and who needs your

help... A little thing matters a lot.

0 Sports Relief!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wear red on this monumental day to remember and support those in need. Please donate 50p or more to save women or children from a painful death and insure they have a memorable life.






        BE A GENEROUS STUDENT OF SOUTH
                  PARK PRIMARY SCHOOL!!!!!

0 Sports Relief!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wear red or something sporty to support the needy on this phenomenal day where we take on back breaking challenges. Donate 50 p or more to save children and women from meeting their fate you are blessed with such an amazing life do, so challenge yourself to hinder the impoverished.