To my loyal friend Harriet,
                                            I can no longer take these false accusations. Like you said, that malodorous vermin has framed me-no one believes me. I appreciate your time in writing to me; they blamed me for such a callous crime. Me and my family's reputation is tarnished because of that scorny Dumpstone.


Consequently, the demonic plan they concocted had become a success. I am living in isolation and humility is carrying a burden upon my shoulders. Surely you believe me, Harriet? Do you really think that I, your trusted friend, would do something so heinous to one who is so close to me? My integrity has never been questioned before! Do you really want to know the honest truth?


I find it very hard to tell my version of events as the pain is still very raw. Dumbledore had summoned me to the tower top and I followed, heart beating fast. Somehow I felt that someone's eyes were fixed upon me and piercing my skin(it might have been Dumpstone's!) My wand had slipped out so I knelt down to pick it up but then I heard a piercing scream. A vague figure was standing there sniggering with mischief. Dumbledore was gone! As far as I can remember, as soon as I turned, the crowd of shocked people were standing there in utter awe. Wafts of smoke and flames appeared and the looming figure swept away, disappearing into thin air. The event is still engraved in my head and a question is still unanswered... WHERE IS DUMBLEDORE????


From then on, everybody was staring at me, giving me looks that made me feel uncomfortable.


TO BE CONTINUED...

   To write a description of a setting

As the ancient, withered gate creaked open, there was a sudden eerie silence. Who could it be? Why were they here?

The devouring beast, with claws of silver, ripped open the sky in sudden anger, as the light flashed as if it was taking a picture, and hung over the suffocating heat.

The tired, old redbrick chapel stood proudly in the old, shallow and moist graveyard, as if it was showing that it was the master of the evils.

The arched windows were walled, as if they were two hands hiding their eyes, no longer wanting to see daylight.

The hazel white clouds wrapped themselves around the glistening moon, as the dead trees swayed madly as if they were prisoners wanting to be free.

The wind blew bitterly as the inky darkness surrounded.

Surreption crept all over. 

The unknown figure could feel the fresh, chill anew along its spine as it stared around and could see the maze of graves and the lofty path of doom.

What will happen next….?

To write a description of a setting.

Underneath the blanket of dark, ominous clouds, the once freshly built redbrick chapel stood in the middle of the eerie graveyard, abandoned. Nestled in its corner, was an old wooden pew with a broken arm. Isolated, the mournful bell-tower stood in the distance eclipsing the skyline, as the odor of decaying corpses invades the noses off passing pedestrians. In the distance, vague whispers can be heard from the graves made of chiseled stone. Everything was still until the dark, black and devious looking crow landed on the sky-scraping bell-tower. The slender oak tree stretched it’s arms out wide. The fragrance of luscious green grass can be smelt people walk on the cobble path that swirls through the cracked gravestones.

To write a description of a setting

Stood all alone, the old, ancient redbrick chapel stood almost demolished as it echoed a wounded sound. The ominous clouds gathered, planning to devour the land. Suddenly, a razor flash of lightning zoomed across the corner of his eye. Slowly, the door creaked, as the bell tower mournfully stood as it looked at the land. The thick black smokey clouds were thick, menacing and portentous. The almost broken grave stones was there, while blood dripped from the corner of it. As an evil sound was in the distance, the clouds started to appear gathering together as it started to rain.

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The Monster

Evil crimson eyes stared at me and I froze on the spot, my heart was pounding in my chest. Suddenly, my flash light started flickering and my hand began to tumble. Bravely, I looked back and I saw the savage beast towering over me. Blood was dripping from his mouth and I could hear something crunching in his razor sharp teeth. Could this be me next? I couldn't help thinking about my family. How could I be such a fool to get tricked by so-called friends again!

Wednesday 2^nd April 2014

           Write a formal persuasive letter

                                                  South Park  

                                                  Primary School  

                                                  Water Lane

                                                   Ilford

                                                  IG3 9HF

To whom it may concern,

As a hardworking and conscientious student of South Park Primary School. This letter is regarding the proposal to redevelop the potential site on Water Lane. We, as citizens of Redbridge, have many valid reasons for this particular project, Most significantly, surely a person in your position of such high status should understand that a high proportion of road accidents involve children (A jaw dropping 70%)

Furthermore, there has been a sharp increase accidents involving pedestrians, due to children not having a play area. (Children playing on their bikes and skateboards.) Residents of the local community, whole-heartedly believe converting the wasteland to a park is the utmost priority! A recent survey has shown 4/5 parents are not content in leaving their children on their own. 80% is a far too great a number! How would you feel if your child was placed in this predicament? In addition, in the local vicinity there is a lack of outside space for children (No parks, gardens and the local Schools have no playing fields) undoubtedly, you don’t want to be responsible for adding to the increasing rate of childhood obesity in the UK. Statistics show that we are way ahead compare to our European counterparts. To tackle this problematic issue we must find an amicable resolution. So make the right decision and convert this wasteland to a park for our community. To support this argument, 60% of children are continuously playing games and we must not let children be exploited by excessive video games and TV.A Park would give the children to burn their weight. Most importantly, the local Park is a necessity for all kinds of people. Research shows children perform better in school if they are fit and healthy. Moreover, a rising trend of 30% increase in the amount of Overweight children in the past 5 years. Do you want to be responsible for all this chaos?

To conclude, residents are suffering from obesity as they are not fit and healthy. They sit home all day either watching TV and eating junk or playing video games. Please listen to my opinion.

                                                           Yours sincerely

                                                                Umamah Choudhury

MCCALL’S MIGHTY MISSION ACCLOMPISHED

An emotional Davina McCall broke down into tears as she completed a mammoth and gruelling 500m epic journey from Edinburgh to London. Surprisingly, the physically exhausted presenter, stumbled across the finish line outside the Tate modern art gallery in the capital at 4:30 this afternoon. This arduous journey was for BT sport relief challenge (to hold women and children’s hands). As a result of her enduring task, the 46 year old presenter has raised a staggering £760,000 after running, swimming and cycling 500m across rough terrain.

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This monumental and remarkable journey began in Edinburgh last Saturday and lasted for a torturous 7 days. Astonishingly, Davina declared “I have never been so tired and physically wounded in my entire life. I have had aches and pains in my body parts which I never knew existed.” Davina fatigued and emotionally drenched completed her initial journey from Edinburgh to Windermere (a 77 mile stretch). A close friend reported, he honestly did not believe Davina would not complete it after the first stretch of the challenge. However Davina’s grit, determination and reliance finally paid dividends as she overcame her phobia of Lake Windermere. She stared to cry and say she was a coward. In addition Davina commented the bitter ice cold lake was the biggest barrier of the challenge. Gradually, the courageous presenter dipped her feet into the ice cold lake and endured an insufferable experience. A despondent Davina’s lifeless body had to be dragged out of the lake as she completed her marathon journey.

The duration of this memorable challenge lasted for a unimaginable7 days. On the final leg of her journey, Davina was accompanied by Chris Moyles and Greg Whyte. She mustered every ounce of fibre throughout this challenge. A jubilant exhilarated Davina was welcomed by a crowd of 100s of people. Draped in a union jack flag, she declared” I am not worthy of this honour but I feel like an Olympian.” Davina’s elated mother proudly announced to her circle of friends she was so proud of Davina’s accomplishment. Mathew (Davina’s husband) and family were happy about Davina’s finish. Most importantly this remarkable journey raised a substantial amount of money (over £760,000) and this figure is most likely to raise. Consequently the money accumulated will help fund thousands of women and children in the world. They would still like people to donate. Sport relief says please go on the sport relief website. Davina would like to thank everyone for donating and mostly friends and family. Especially, Sharon and Rachel (close friends) for donating and helping her.

Reported by Raiq Alsakkaf     

The mysterious churchyard

 

As the thick, ominous, menacing clouds gathered their army, the boy’s ears sensed daunting groans and terrifying screams come from further in the chapel. The stench of decaying corpses filled the thin air. Was this usual in a haunted churchyard? Crunchy, rustling leaves swirled by gusts of strong wind, the gates squeaked loudly like a rat, vague whispers echoed in the distance, fragments of snow white fog circulating him as the trees danced, surrounding him. A howl entered the background. Suddenly a mysterious figure, who was wearing long, black boots, slouched behind an old, crumbling grave. He approached the boy and…………………………

2 The Monster

The atmosphere was suffocating. Wafts of sulphurous flames rapidly engulfed the pale granite ceilings, as the glowing light leaked through the steel doors... Shivering, I recoiled from the compelling monster, the smoke mingling with the agonising burn of the grotesque creature. Cautiously, the vague figure, who's feet softly whispered towards me, cruelly pierced his eyes deep down into mine - his eyes a shocking crimson red... Why did I venture around this tunnel? Why did my curiosity lead me to my death? Why did I have to discover the map? Standing frozen on the ground, I winced at the torrent of thoughts that came cascading through my head, even though, I forced them out. The eerie landscape shall be forever engraved in my mind; the monster's eyes continued to lock with mine. However, my unsteady feet moved back, releasing me from the glare of the creature.
"Let me go!" I screamed frantically, struggling... A blizzard of thoughts wrecked my questions while the monster smiled, devilishly. Consequently, the large looming shadow casting down on me ghosted back. In a blur, the monster sauntered forward to kill me...

Volcano poem

 

The volcano is a motionless statue.                                                                                                                 It make no sudden movement at all,                                                                                                                 No sudden movement at all…                                                                                                                                          It just gives a quick wink then it’s off.

 

Sshh, did you hear that?!                                                                                                                                            Rumble, crumble!                                                                                                                                                                      Oh no, it’s started and bubbling like a bowl of hot soup.                                                                            The volcano gives a vicious scream!

 

Crumble! CRASH!!!

Gallons of heart-stopping lava leaps out of it’s one and only home.                                                           Its hazardous magma dances through the streets,                                                                                        leaving thousands of deafening screams behind.                                                                                                                           The eruption is a furious bull,                                                                                                                                                             devouring the immense city as it pursues innocent lives.                                                                                                             

Rapidly, villagers race to find their precious shelters.                                                                                                                     You’re begging to cascade form this suffocating place,                                                                                                                                   nowhere to hide.                                                                                                                                                                                                   Please stop, PLEASE STOP!!                                                                                                                                                                     The sweltering magma gives a blinding shine.

Spouting its venomous poison out,                                                                                                                                                          like a cunning serpent,                                                                                                                                                                           It sprints past the world.                                                                                                                                                                                       Cartwheeling its enemies away,                                                                                                                                                            it leaves the world to a horrific doom….