One morning when all the people had gone to work and school, the fruit people popped out to play. Little Apple and Little Pear, who everyone thought were not smart, looked and saw a glass they knew not to touch, but they did. They dropped it and they cried, “How can we fix this glass?” The Apple and Pear glued it together and the other fruit people said “Sorry, we said you were dumb” and “Thank you for fixing it.” When the people came home they slept all night.
Jemima (aged 8)
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Fruit People – by Jemima (aged 8)
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The Exploring Pirate – by Andy (aged 6)
In the middle of the ocean there was a pirate named Red Beard. He was alone. It was a stormy night when lightning struck and it hit the boat which sunk. Red Beard had a red beard and was feeling unsafe. He thought to himself “I should go home.” Because of the storm, his boat sank so he tried to swim. The tide was too rough for the pirate to swim.
Andy (aged 6)
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The Burger Pirate – by Jack (aged 8)
On a dark, stormy night, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, a pirate ship bobbed up and down. The ship’s captain’s name was Burger Beard. He was a chef and he knew that he made the best burgers in the world. On really long trips he usually ran out of food so he ate the food from his beard. On that stormy night, he had a good feast form his beard.
Jack (aged 8)
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The Interview – By Ella (aged 9)
The young girl lived in a cottage and today she was thinking how to impress the managers who looked completely friendly but were doing something rude with their hands which they placed over their ears as she tried to persuade them of her perfection. Jenny was cross and she stamped her feet and shouted “I have had enough of this!”. The skinny man with thick eyebrows was smiling, the chubby male with attitude was thrilled and the woman with pointy heels said “You’re in!”. They all stood up and yelled “Welcome to Yelling school!”
Ella (aged 9)
The Last Ship On Black Island – by Leon (aged 9)
One day a big old metal machine roaming the water like a battle ship, sailed into a giant storm with all hands on deck trying to get out. Luckily, the ship had an ability to turn into a fighter jet named Raptor, fast as lightning. First it put on the pistons and flew to Black Island, the spookiest island of all. They say the sounds of ghosts haunt till this very day! Raptor got trashed by the ghosts and then the crew ran for their souls were in terror. The fighter jet put on the engines and almost scared the life into the ghost who scrammed and the crew ran for three days non-stop before they caught up with their fighter jet.
By Leon (aged 9)
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Student’s Story – The Speared Dragon – by Geoffrey (aged 10)
Not all dragons can fly but Felix was great at flying in fiery volcanoes. He loved to soar as high as he could above the lava spitting mountains and then he would plummet down in a lurch kind of way. One day he met an audacious boy who threw a spear at him that hit his wing. Thousands of angry environmental protestors, furious that Felix was hurt, came up the hill towards them and the boy hid behind the scared and injured dragon. Felix flew the foolhardy boy past the fiery volcanoes to safety.
By Geoffrey (aged 10)
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Student’s Story – My Dad is a Warlock – by Jemima (aged 9)
I didn’t know that my dad was a man who was a witch. I was scared when I found out my dad was a warlock but I still loved him because he is my compassionate gentle dad. My dad does good magic like making poor people get money and gives people wishes and they come true but sometimes he can be fierce and ferocious at the same time and he does bad magic when that happens. After I come home from school my dad does some good magic before I go to bed. I love my warlock dad and he loves me.
Jemima (aged 9)
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The Nice Teacher at the Fete – Jemima (aged 8)
When the last sounds of the Children’s laughter for the good chapel service faded away, Miss Lenet cleaned up her classroom for the toy shop at the fete. She was the kindest teacher in the school and every kid liked her. That night a robber stole all the toys in the class room. The next morning she didn’t know what to do. The older kids that were in her class a long time ago heard about it and they made toys which they took to their old teacher for the shop. At the fete the kids laughed all day.
By Jemima (Aged 8)
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Childrens’ Stories – The Jewels of Mermaid City – Sarah (aged 9)
In the morning when it was very cold, Sunday-Sarah, the mermaid, was swimming happily in the blue water deep under the sea. She had just remembered her evil sister was coming with an army of strong mermaids to take the very powerful jewel from her. Sunday-Sarah had a plan to shut down Mermaid City to prevent Wilhema-Beth and her group of fighting mermaids from attacking. Sunday-Sarah pressed the lock down bell so the sharks swam up to the very top where the army gathered. As Wilhema-Beth went down to get the jewel, she saw sharks, her worst fear. She led the army away from Mermaid City.
By Sarah (aged 9)
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Children’s Stories – The Wizard of Othello – Geoffrey (aged 10)
If there was one thing that Othello Flamel loved, it was his house of mysteries that he inherited from Clocal Flamel, his grandfather. Othello Flamel was a twenty-two- year-old alchemist who loved exploring his house of mysteries and learning all kinds of spells and enchantments. One day, two wart-hoggers with great swords attacked and he slaughtered one but the other fled and sounded the alarm, calling thousands, and creating a racket that awoke a rock elite and the wart-hoggers blamed Othello who knew he had to do something. He remembered the key of safety given to him by his grandfather, which could blow back enemies with the energy and speed of one hundred million kilometres per hour. If there was one thing Othello loved, it was that key of safety that got him out of trouble.
By Geoffrey (Aged 10)
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