Miss Sheriff's Year 9 class produced some bone-chilling stories! Check them out below:
The Blood Ripper by B Richards
“It was a dark stormy night in Stone Alley Valley, everyone thought it was a nice valley which it was until dark.” I read my children this opening every night. This is a true story, I should know I was there. I will tell you the story...
The Blood Ripper
It was what we all feared. Every one of us. Our parents told us when we were young. After that we had nightmares every night. It was the time, I was 7 years old and I knew I had to do it. Every child has to do it just for 1 night; they had to fight the blood ripper. I just sat there, too scared to move.
I had never seen this beast and I did not want to. It came to midnight and no sign. I thought it was not going to come but I still had this niggling feeling, but did I listen. No I did not. Suddenly a terrifying roar boomed through the island; it went silent for a minute, then an ear piercing scream. It sounded like my best friend Judy. “Oh no,” I cried.
Back home mum was getting worried. Why do little girls go? What about little boys? When it was time to go home I ran to my room and howled for 3 days, until my dad came in and said: “We were training you, I wore the Blood Ripper costume and pretended to be a Blood Ripper, but there is a real one about.” “What shall we do?” I asked, “We can kill him, yeah let’s do that” I chanted. Daddy tried to stop me but I ran. Anyway, I was strong willed and I was going to show who is boss - that’s me. I found the real Blood Ripper and slashed him and stabbed him. He stood still for a moment and fell to the floor. I had killed him. I had killed the Blood Ripper.
My dad had killed my best friends. I would never forget that never.
Untitled by J Hilton
It was a dark and gloomy night. It seem eerie for some strange reason. Sasha seemed rather scared, but she didn’t know why she was scared. Suddenly, even though she wrapped up warm, she had a shiver that for some reason slowly crept up her back. Further on through that night she had more of these random creepy incidents.
The next day Sasha went on the internet asking why this might have happened, she had lots of replies but there was this one that for some reason stood out like a sore thumb. It was this e-mail that she couldn’t help think about. This e-mail said “Run just run. I warn you on behalf of you own safety. “But she didn’t know why the person said that, were they just trolling her or were they someone who had experienced it? All sorts of ideas came gushing into her head but Sasha couldn’t stop thinking about it, it just kept going round and round. Why, why her?
Later on that night she walked past the old church in her village. She saw a shadow. Lucy thought it was nothing, just someone walking their dog or something, but then Lucy started walking faster. She started running. The shadow was nothing but a shadow. There was nothing actually there. Even though the shadow looked like it was just walking and she was running. I was easily catching up. It was right there, just in front of her, but now it wasn’t on the floor it was a dark mass in the shape of a human. She felt hollow and cold. She saw blood. She didn’t know what happened until she looked down and she saw a hole in her body. She woke up. “Thank god it was just a nightmare, “she said revealingly. It was broad daylight, yet there was a shadow at the window. “But it wasn’t possible, it’s daylight and I’m on the second floor”.
Thursday 19 December 2013
Thursday 21 November 2013
Year 10 Descriptive Writing...
Ryan in Year 10 came out with this gem of a description during one of our recent English lessons. Look out for his use of: prepositions, adjectives, simile and sentence variation!
Beggar
To the old lady’s right is a beggar. Desperately he tries to get her attention, he was crying out for money. He had a blue and black stripped hat, with a thick bomber jacket, blue jeans and steel toe capped boots.
The woman slowly approached him anxiously, he began to shiver, his teeth were chattering, his hands were shaking as he held a cup out to put money in. The money in the cup was clinking together as his hands shook. He was mumbling like a bear as he tried to speak.
He was anxious and very intimidated by the woman, but she felt the same way about him. She walked away.
Beggar
To the old lady’s right is a beggar. Desperately he tries to get her attention, he was crying out for money. He had a blue and black stripped hat, with a thick bomber jacket, blue jeans and steel toe capped boots.
The woman slowly approached him anxiously, he began to shiver, his teeth were chattering, his hands were shaking as he held a cup out to put money in. The money in the cup was clinking together as his hands shook. He was mumbling like a bear as he tried to speak.
He was anxious and very intimidated by the woman, but she felt the same way about him. She walked away.
Wednesday 6 November 2013
Journeys...
8G worked incredibly hard on their journey poems before half term - here is a selection of fab poems!
My Alphabet Poem - by Brooke Hatchett
An exhausting 10 ½ hour flight
But it will be worth it
Cancun in Mexico
Destination we are travelling to
Eating chocolaty m’ and ‘m’s
Flying high in the sky
Girls and boys excited to arrive
Hours on board this Virgin Atlantic plane
I really want time to go faster
Journey so far has been long but cool
Keeping awake on this tiring trip
Loving the experience though
Movies on the tiny TV screens
No good TV programmes, all old ones
One Direction playing full blast in my headphones
Passengers desperate to land
Questions being asked; Are we there yet?
Repeatedly looking at the map to see how long we’ve got
Sky filled with other aircrafts
Travelling around the world
Unexpected turbulence occurring here and there
Vegas beneath you
Wonderful views of the places below
eXotic environments and animals await you
You cannot wait to touch down in Mexico
an amaZing place is waiting for our arrival
Journey - by Wilf Offord
Every step, each singular advancement to the final goal,
Shorter than the last.
Each more hesitant, more thoughtful, more experienced,
Yet experience is nothing compared to the darkness that shrouds my decisions.
I strike a match, but it only makes the shadows more prominent.
The more I know, the more I need to know.
The end is close, but the journey gets longer.
The path is twisted.
I am standing at the end, but I feel nothing.
I have finished the road, but not yet started my path.
I am missing something, anything
To rip through the darkness, only to destroy the light.
I Went to Peru in the Night - by Louis Mobbs
I went to Peru in the night,
But wasn’t to keen on the flight.
It was surprisingly bumpy,
The Pilot was grumpy,
Because he was afraid of the height.
I arrived at Peru in the morning,
When I stepped out of the plane I was yawning.
I tripped on a rock,
And next to the clock
Was a window that showed it was dawning.
Absolutely wonderful!
My Alphabet Poem - by Brooke Hatchett
An exhausting 10 ½ hour flight
But it will be worth it
Cancun in Mexico
Destination we are travelling to
Eating chocolaty m’ and ‘m’s
Flying high in the sky
Girls and boys excited to arrive
Hours on board this Virgin Atlantic plane
I really want time to go faster
Journey so far has been long but cool
Keeping awake on this tiring trip
Loving the experience though
Movies on the tiny TV screens
No good TV programmes, all old ones
One Direction playing full blast in my headphones
Passengers desperate to land
Questions being asked; Are we there yet?
Repeatedly looking at the map to see how long we’ve got
Sky filled with other aircrafts
Travelling around the world
Unexpected turbulence occurring here and there
Vegas beneath you
Wonderful views of the places below
eXotic environments and animals await you
You cannot wait to touch down in Mexico
an amaZing place is waiting for our arrival
Journey - by Wilf Offord
Every step, each singular advancement to the final goal,
Shorter than the last.
Each more hesitant, more thoughtful, more experienced,
Yet experience is nothing compared to the darkness that shrouds my decisions.
I strike a match, but it only makes the shadows more prominent.
The more I know, the more I need to know.
The end is close, but the journey gets longer.
The path is twisted.
I am standing at the end, but I feel nothing.
I have finished the road, but not yet started my path.
I am missing something, anything
To rip through the darkness, only to destroy the light.
I Went to Peru in the Night - by Louis Mobbs
I went to Peru in the night,
But wasn’t to keen on the flight.
It was surprisingly bumpy,
The Pilot was grumpy,
Because he was afraid of the height.
I arrived at Peru in the morning,
When I stepped out of the plane I was yawning.
I tripped on a rock,
And next to the clock
Was a window that showed it was dawning.
Absolutely wonderful!
A spooky story...
Halloween may have been last week but we in the English department LOVE scary and spooky stories. Here's a fab story written By Samuel Jack. Well done, Samuel!
THE STORY OF THE ZOMBIE
Once upon a time there were teenager children at Flegg High School. They had a teacher called Mr Caley and they worked really hard, and they all went home at 3.00pm.
That night the Caretaker was cleaning up the school for the next day, when he heard a banging noise coming from the staff room. He looked around and then he saw a black and white zombie, she was called Mrs Sheriff who was back from the dead. The caretaker said “Mrs Sheriff, you have been dead for half a century.” “Caretaker, I’m going to kill you” said the zombie Mrs Sheriff, as she attacked the caretaker. “No, heellllp” screamed the caretaker, but he died.
The next morning two teenagers named Samuel Jack and Alice Forder and the other children were performing for their Halloween show. Four hours later the zombie Mrs Sheriff came back and planned to take over the school.
With her powers, Mrs Sheriff made a quake in the school. “What’s that rumbling noise?” said Alice, “It’s an Earthquake,” said Samuel.
Two minutes later the Earthquake stopped, then the zombie Mrs Sheriff said over the speaker, “Hello my children this your old teacher Mrs Sheriff speaking. I am going to take over the school for good.” “Is that Mrs Sheriff our old teacher, Samuel?” said Alice. “Yes, Alice,” said Samuel. “She is back from the dead for good and Alice we better go to the reception to stop Mrs Sheriff from taking over the school.” So Samuel and Alice decided to stop the zombie Mrs Sheriff from taking over the school. “Be careful you two” said the Performing Arts teacher. “We will,” said Samuel.
When Samuel and Alice got to the office in the reception area the zombie Mrs Sheriff has gone. “Samuel, where has Mrs Sheriff gone?” said Alice. “I don’t know, Alice,” said Samuel, “But she has got to be around here somewhere.” Suddenly they heard someone that made them gasp. “Hello you two,” said the zombie Mrs Sheriff. “What are you two doing in here?” “Mrs Sheriff, we came to stop you from taking over the school,” said Samuel. “Nonsense” said the zombie Mrs Sheriff. “I am going to kill you.” “No” said Samuel, “Alice, do something.” Then Alice found a fire extinguisher and she past it to him quickly. “Samuel, catch,” said Alice. “All right , Mrs Sheriff, time to say goodbye,” said Samuel. “Noo-ooo” screamed the zombie Mrs Sheriff. The fire extinguisher sprayed on the zombie Mrs Sheriff and Samuel didn’t stop until she disappears. When Samuel stopped, the zombie Mrs Sheriff had gone. “You did it, Samuel,” said Alice. “Yes I did, Alice,” said Samuel.
When they got back to the hall Samuel told the children what happened. “Everyone” he said, “Guess what? Mrs Sheriff is now dead.” Then everyone cheered. “Samuel” said Alice, “Will Mrs Sheriff come back?” “Of course not, Alice,” said Samuel. “She’ll never come back ever again.” So everyone got back from what they were doing and got back to work, and they all live happily ever after.
The End
THE STORY OF THE ZOMBIE
Once upon a time there were teenager children at Flegg High School. They had a teacher called Mr Caley and they worked really hard, and they all went home at 3.00pm.
That night the Caretaker was cleaning up the school for the next day, when he heard a banging noise coming from the staff room. He looked around and then he saw a black and white zombie, she was called Mrs Sheriff who was back from the dead. The caretaker said “Mrs Sheriff, you have been dead for half a century.” “Caretaker, I’m going to kill you” said the zombie Mrs Sheriff, as she attacked the caretaker. “No, heellllp” screamed the caretaker, but he died.
The next morning two teenagers named Samuel Jack and Alice Forder and the other children were performing for their Halloween show. Four hours later the zombie Mrs Sheriff came back and planned to take over the school.
With her powers, Mrs Sheriff made a quake in the school. “What’s that rumbling noise?” said Alice, “It’s an Earthquake,” said Samuel.
Two minutes later the Earthquake stopped, then the zombie Mrs Sheriff said over the speaker, “Hello my children this your old teacher Mrs Sheriff speaking. I am going to take over the school for good.” “Is that Mrs Sheriff our old teacher, Samuel?” said Alice. “Yes, Alice,” said Samuel. “She is back from the dead for good and Alice we better go to the reception to stop Mrs Sheriff from taking over the school.” So Samuel and Alice decided to stop the zombie Mrs Sheriff from taking over the school. “Be careful you two” said the Performing Arts teacher. “We will,” said Samuel.
When Samuel and Alice got to the office in the reception area the zombie Mrs Sheriff has gone. “Samuel, where has Mrs Sheriff gone?” said Alice. “I don’t know, Alice,” said Samuel, “But she has got to be around here somewhere.” Suddenly they heard someone that made them gasp. “Hello you two,” said the zombie Mrs Sheriff. “What are you two doing in here?” “Mrs Sheriff, we came to stop you from taking over the school,” said Samuel. “Nonsense” said the zombie Mrs Sheriff. “I am going to kill you.” “No” said Samuel, “Alice, do something.” Then Alice found a fire extinguisher and she past it to him quickly. “Samuel, catch,” said Alice. “All right , Mrs Sheriff, time to say goodbye,” said Samuel. “Noo-ooo” screamed the zombie Mrs Sheriff. The fire extinguisher sprayed on the zombie Mrs Sheriff and Samuel didn’t stop until she disappears. When Samuel stopped, the zombie Mrs Sheriff had gone. “You did it, Samuel,” said Alice. “Yes I did, Alice,” said Samuel.
When they got back to the hall Samuel told the children what happened. “Everyone” he said, “Guess what? Mrs Sheriff is now dead.” Then everyone cheered. “Samuel” said Alice, “Will Mrs Sheriff come back?” “Of course not, Alice,” said Samuel. “She’ll never come back ever again.” So everyone got back from what they were doing and got back to work, and they all live happily ever after.
The End
Monday 14 October 2013
Miss Kemal loves a happy ending...
Our year 10s are currently studying Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck and Miss Kemal can remember how sad she was when she read the ending for the first time...poor Lennie! Anyway, her Year 10s have re-written the ending of the novel and here is one of the top re-writes from Lydia Kittle:
Alternative ending to ‘Of Mice and Men’
‘Aint you gonna give me hell?’
Georges face was low and sad and full of worry.
‘No, course I aint. I’m tired of yellin.'
George slumped back onto the shrubbery behind. Lennie glanced at him thoughtfully then removed his cap and lay back exactly like George. George sighed. Lennie fiddled with his cap, distorting, twisting it this way and back. Dark thoughts and unsaid words swirled in the atmosphere around them. Lennie dared to break the silence first.
‘er hair were soft’ he said, barely above a whisper. He shivered. George slowly turned his head to face Lennie, but Lennie was quicker. Big brown eyes full of worry, guiltiness and curiosity awaited to be looked at by George.
A pang of guilt rippled through Lennie causing him to look away, towards the cover, a safe haven he thought.
‘I’ll run away, I’ll leave you in peace-‘ Lennie breathed before George cut him off.
‘No you won’t.’
Footsteps sounded in the distance. George shot up in shock. Lennie copied, replacing his cap on his head.
George carried on talking, faintly though. “I’m not lettin’ anyone hurt you, Lennie. I’m not losin you’
Lennie watched intently, heart racing.
‘I’ve gotta get ya outta here.’
George stood, pulling Lennie to his feet. The footsteps were gradually getting louder, the sound of the leaves snapping underfoot, vicious shouts sounded in the air. George walked through the brush, Lennie close behind.
‘Where we goin’ George, where we goin?’ George simply pointed in a rough direction of the little farm they were gunna get. Their dream. Lennie’s pace quickened. The footsteps of the men following, scouring, looking, searching died away with the wind.
A clearing opened, one huge single oak tree placed awkwardly in the middle. Their footsteps falling into unison, the tense atmosphere evaporating around them, sighs of relief. George swung his right arm over Lennie’s shoulders, Lennie did the same over George’s shoulders. The crickets sounded in the early evening, animals start to rest for the night, fresh for the next day. As the two men walked, only the crumpled grass beneath their feet remained behind them.
Aww, thanks for that, Lydia! Well done :)
Alternative ending to ‘Of Mice and Men’
‘Aint you gonna give me hell?’
Georges face was low and sad and full of worry.
‘No, course I aint. I’m tired of yellin.'
George slumped back onto the shrubbery behind. Lennie glanced at him thoughtfully then removed his cap and lay back exactly like George. George sighed. Lennie fiddled with his cap, distorting, twisting it this way and back. Dark thoughts and unsaid words swirled in the atmosphere around them. Lennie dared to break the silence first.
‘er hair were soft’ he said, barely above a whisper. He shivered. George slowly turned his head to face Lennie, but Lennie was quicker. Big brown eyes full of worry, guiltiness and curiosity awaited to be looked at by George.
A pang of guilt rippled through Lennie causing him to look away, towards the cover, a safe haven he thought.
‘I’ll run away, I’ll leave you in peace-‘ Lennie breathed before George cut him off.
‘No you won’t.’
Footsteps sounded in the distance. George shot up in shock. Lennie copied, replacing his cap on his head.
George carried on talking, faintly though. “I’m not lettin’ anyone hurt you, Lennie. I’m not losin you’
Lennie watched intently, heart racing.
‘I’ve gotta get ya outta here.’
George stood, pulling Lennie to his feet. The footsteps were gradually getting louder, the sound of the leaves snapping underfoot, vicious shouts sounded in the air. George walked through the brush, Lennie close behind.
‘Where we goin’ George, where we goin?’ George simply pointed in a rough direction of the little farm they were gunna get. Their dream. Lennie’s pace quickened. The footsteps of the men following, scouring, looking, searching died away with the wind.
A clearing opened, one huge single oak tree placed awkwardly in the middle. Their footsteps falling into unison, the tense atmosphere evaporating around them, sighs of relief. George swung his right arm over Lennie’s shoulders, Lennie did the same over George’s shoulders. The crickets sounded in the early evening, animals start to rest for the night, fresh for the next day. As the two men walked, only the crumpled grass beneath their feet remained behind them.
Aww, thanks for that, Lydia! Well done :)
Tuesday 8 October 2013
Fairytales...
Check out Chloe Tovell's AMAZING poem version of Little Red Riding Hood...
Red Riding Hood’s Horror
She leaves her house
For the wood,
To follow the path
Into the wood
On her way
A blood trail she finds,
But off the track
It winds and winds
Red riding follows it
Although she is worried,
Of what she may find
At the end of her scurry
The bullet goes off
An axe swings low,
She hears it all
Before the blow
She is laying upon
The leafy ground,
Tasting blood in her mouth
In her ears it pounds
The wolf appears
Looking hungry for more,
That’s when she feels
Grandma’s corpse on the floor
Jumping straight up
She faces the beast,
“He will have no meal
For sure not a feast”
He’s killed the OAP
And now he wants the child,
You can see it in his eyes
Blood-thirsty and wild
The trees all around them
Seem to come to life,
With faces appearing
Sharper than a knife
The silence grows stronger
The darkness more eerie,
“One will die tonight”, says the wolf
“That’s no theory”
All the trees collapse
Red Riding Hood flees,
The creature he yelps
Screaming on his knees
The young girl is gone
The grandma alive,
She aims her bow and arrow
Straight into his eyes
Blood pouring out
The beast’s dead for sure,
No life left in him
He falls to the floor
Well done, Chloe!
Red Riding Hood’s Horror
She leaves her house
For the wood,
To follow the path
Into the wood
On her way
A blood trail she finds,
But off the track
It winds and winds
Red riding follows it
Although she is worried,
Of what she may find
At the end of her scurry
The bullet goes off
An axe swings low,
She hears it all
Before the blow
She is laying upon
The leafy ground,
Tasting blood in her mouth
In her ears it pounds
The wolf appears
Looking hungry for more,
That’s when she feels
Grandma’s corpse on the floor
Jumping straight up
She faces the beast,
“He will have no meal
For sure not a feast”
He’s killed the OAP
And now he wants the child,
You can see it in his eyes
Blood-thirsty and wild
The trees all around them
Seem to come to life,
With faces appearing
Sharper than a knife
The silence grows stronger
The darkness more eerie,
“One will die tonight”, says the wolf
“That’s no theory”
All the trees collapse
Red Riding Hood flees,
The creature he yelps
Screaming on his knees
The young girl is gone
The grandma alive,
She aims her bow and arrow
Straight into his eyes
Blood pouring out
The beast’s dead for sure,
No life left in him
He falls to the floor
Well done, Chloe!
Of Mice and Men Poetry
Britney and Phoebe recently created a poem based on the theme of 'loneliness' in Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men.
Sense of Loneliness- Crooks
A little shed in the distance,
That leaned of the wall, a
Little room was a square
Four- paned walls.
Nobody got any rights in here but me,
So stay out and leave me be.
You go and get outta my room,
I ain’t wanted in the bunk house,
Nor are you!
They play cards in there,
But not me, maybe
Because I’m black that was meant to be.
If you want to have a go at creating a poem like Britney and Phoebe's try choosing key vocabulary from a page in your novel and including it to describe a character or a theme!
Sense of Loneliness- Crooks
A little shed in the distance,
That leaned of the wall, a
Little room was a square
Four- paned walls.
Nobody got any rights in here but me,
So stay out and leave me be.
You go and get outta my room,
I ain’t wanted in the bunk house,
Nor are you!
They play cards in there,
But not me, maybe
Because I’m black that was meant to be.
If you want to have a go at creating a poem like Britney and Phoebe's try choosing key vocabulary from a page in your novel and including it to describe a character or a theme!
Myths and Legends...
Miss Kemal's 7ENW class have been working away at writing their own myths to explain some of life's natural events! Check out what they came up with!
Why Night Comes At The End Of Day by Samuel Ward
A long long time ago, up on Mount Olympus, there lived two princes (Night and Day). One day Zeus decided that he needed someone to help take care of when and when not to sleep. He wondered to himself who better than princes Night and Day. So he sent a letter in the beak of a bird to them both.
A little while later a very tired bird arrived at their home. The bird squawked as Night and Day squabbled to get the door. After reading the letter, they fought until Zeus shouted, “STOP! This is an outrage. Stop fighting the both of you! There’s only one way to settle this. A joust!”
So the next day, the joust was held brother versus brother. In the end they drew (causing even more mayhem) but Zeus was a fair man and decided that Night could take the night shift as he had better eyes for seeing in the dark. So Day agreed to take the light shift. And that’s why night comes at the end of day.
Why Dog is a Man’s Best Friend by Mia Willoughby
There’s one question I have always asked through life and that has been: ‘why is dog man’s best friend?’ and now I know why...
Many, many years ago, it was a wonderful day in crystal city where flowers were blooming and birds were singing, but then it went downhill. Sakora, Zeus’s son, asked for a dog! Zeus said no of course and Sakora shouted with rage. He vowed he’d get his revenge and he knew exactly how. Sakora went to the temple of Thisadop looking for the sacred box. When he found it, he said, and I quote, ‘this is your fault father!’ and opened the box. What came out of the box was the destroyer of worlds himself, Kronos! Chaos spread through the city and Sakora was very pleased but he didn’t know what would follow... Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind by Kronos. He thought he was safe but one person or thing saw him, a dog. The dog followed them unseen, instantaneously, Kronos turned round to find the dog pouncing at him. The dog ripped his heart out and killed him.
When Zeus found out, he was over joyed and thanked the dog for saving his home and son. After that, he vowed that all dogs everywhere should be cared for by a caring man and then he said to his son ‘son, you are bad and I could immediately disown you, but I am not going to, you can have a dog and be a caring man to also look after a dog but if you do this again, I won’t be as forgiving’ and everybody, that is how dog came man’s best friend.
Why Night Comes at the End of Day by Jodie Wiggins
Once upon a bright, sunny day, the sun was shining high in the deep, blue sky. She was watching the earth, slowly making her long and calm journey around the outskirts of the spherical planet. If she watched closely, she could see all the little people, happily enjoying the magical light she was radiating. As the day went by, sun started to worry. Although she had a happy and cheerful life, she was haunted by the moon. Every night she watched closely to see where the moon would appear.
As soon as she saw a glimpse of the pearly white moon, she quickly ran away to another part of the world leaving only pitch black darkness until the moon arose. The moon was a mean menace that thought that he was far more important than the sun. He always teased her and made fun of her brightness. As well as the moon, she had to contend with the moon minions – stars!!! One night, before the sun had a chance to run away, the moon caught her. He was being extremely mean and ruder than normal which really upset the sun.
So that morning, the sun didn’t rise! The moon was tired of glowing all night and needed a rest. But sun was so upset she had lost her shine! What would moon do…?
Why Night Comes At The End Of Day by Samuel Ward
A long long time ago, up on Mount Olympus, there lived two princes (Night and Day). One day Zeus decided that he needed someone to help take care of when and when not to sleep. He wondered to himself who better than princes Night and Day. So he sent a letter in the beak of a bird to them both.
A little while later a very tired bird arrived at their home. The bird squawked as Night and Day squabbled to get the door. After reading the letter, they fought until Zeus shouted, “STOP! This is an outrage. Stop fighting the both of you! There’s only one way to settle this. A joust!”
So the next day, the joust was held brother versus brother. In the end they drew (causing even more mayhem) but Zeus was a fair man and decided that Night could take the night shift as he had better eyes for seeing in the dark. So Day agreed to take the light shift. And that’s why night comes at the end of day.
Why Dog is a Man’s Best Friend by Mia Willoughby
There’s one question I have always asked through life and that has been: ‘why is dog man’s best friend?’ and now I know why...
Many, many years ago, it was a wonderful day in crystal city where flowers were blooming and birds were singing, but then it went downhill. Sakora, Zeus’s son, asked for a dog! Zeus said no of course and Sakora shouted with rage. He vowed he’d get his revenge and he knew exactly how. Sakora went to the temple of Thisadop looking for the sacred box. When he found it, he said, and I quote, ‘this is your fault father!’ and opened the box. What came out of the box was the destroyer of worlds himself, Kronos! Chaos spread through the city and Sakora was very pleased but he didn’t know what would follow... Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind by Kronos. He thought he was safe but one person or thing saw him, a dog. The dog followed them unseen, instantaneously, Kronos turned round to find the dog pouncing at him. The dog ripped his heart out and killed him.
When Zeus found out, he was over joyed and thanked the dog for saving his home and son. After that, he vowed that all dogs everywhere should be cared for by a caring man and then he said to his son ‘son, you are bad and I could immediately disown you, but I am not going to, you can have a dog and be a caring man to also look after a dog but if you do this again, I won’t be as forgiving’ and everybody, that is how dog came man’s best friend.
Why Night Comes at the End of Day by Jodie Wiggins
Once upon a bright, sunny day, the sun was shining high in the deep, blue sky. She was watching the earth, slowly making her long and calm journey around the outskirts of the spherical planet. If she watched closely, she could see all the little people, happily enjoying the magical light she was radiating. As the day went by, sun started to worry. Although she had a happy and cheerful life, she was haunted by the moon. Every night she watched closely to see where the moon would appear.
As soon as she saw a glimpse of the pearly white moon, she quickly ran away to another part of the world leaving only pitch black darkness until the moon arose. The moon was a mean menace that thought that he was far more important than the sun. He always teased her and made fun of her brightness. As well as the moon, she had to contend with the moon minions – stars!!! One night, before the sun had a chance to run away, the moon caught her. He was being extremely mean and ruder than normal which really upset the sun.
So that morning, the sun didn’t rise! The moon was tired of glowing all night and needed a rest. But sun was so upset she had lost her shine! What would moon do…?
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