In the morning there was a lizard in the jungle. He had a very long tongue and he could change colours. He went up a tree and he changed to brown. He changed to brown because he wanted to be that colour. He hopped down on the grass and changed to green.
Angus (aged 8)
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Yesterday, down by the Cabbage creek, there was a golden retriever who works as a drug sniffing dog, having a wonderful day off from his normal day job at the Brisbane airport. He was a serious and sometimes cranky dog. Walking down by the creek was the Queensland Minister of Police getting ready for his Channel Ten interview, when the dog smelt some drugs in the back pocket of his jeans. As he was trained to do, the dog chased after the Queensland politician and bit him on the buttocks and put a lot of mud on his expensive suit. The cameraman got his camera fired up and the image went global of the Queensland Minister for Police getting arrested for drugs possession.
Robby (Aged 12)
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(Our writing tutor enjoys stretching the abilities of our young writers. Robby is new to these writing exercises and it is surprising how well the young lads take to these tasks once their confidence is up. Today they worked on making complex sentences. How do you think he went?)
Thirty years ago, back in the 1980s, in the border between Russia and Mongolia, two sisters had a snow ball fight. Winter made fifteen year old Nelly and thirteen year old Lucya so happy because they both had fun having snow ball fights and building snow men. One day the sisters went on an adventure and crossed the border into Mongolia at the town of Tashanta in an old white truck on the rough rocky track. When girls’ father Olag told them about the Bridge of Death he was smiling but when they got there, they screamed all the way over the old broken bamboo poles that stretched across the river where it had ripped a big hole in the road. When they arrived in Mongolia they told all their new friends about the Bridge of Death and how to fight with snow balls.
Robbie (Aged 12)
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Kookaburras are found in trees and in forests and when they are found, they make a laughing noise to call their mates. Kookaburras have feathery wings and long beaks which help them catch their food. If you are having a picnic, be careful of kookaburras as they sometimes steal your food when you don’t expect it. They lay their eggs in a nest and the dad keeps them warm while the mother goes to look for food for the babies. The mates all meet in trees.
Bethany (aged 11)
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Dardo aged 7
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Once an ant was in his nest for the winter but then some snow fell in and it was very cold. The little fire ant was frightened that an avalanche was coming down the hill to his nest. He ran away to Mount Everest which was up high. He built a gigantic new nest where he went to sleep for the winter.
Dardo (aged 7)
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Early one scorching summer day, on a narrow mountain path, two travellers were in search of extra money. Their names were Dean and Major Walnut.
Dean asked “Why are we out here?” and in response Major Walnut said ‘Because money’s the main thing.”
On their journey up the mountain, they came across a village in trouble. They asked what was going on. “The woman elder has been taken by ruffians” they were told.
Apparently the ruffians were green with envy and told the villagers that they were going to treat the elder cruelly if they were not given the village treasures.
A year later, after the rescue had been successful, the woman elder was so grateful she sighed and said “I will reward you for the rest of your life”
Jacko (aged 10)
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A boy named Dean was walking in the morning on a steep mountain because he was trying to get away from thinking about money. While he walked, he met Major Walnut.
Dean asked Major Walnut ‘Is money good or bad?’
Major Walnut said ‘Money is the main thing.’
Dean and major Walnut saw a pretty girl who was in trouble. She was in danger. Dean said to Major Walnut “What is going on around here? I just met you and now a pretty girl is in trouble and now the bad men are holding on to her?”
The girl was smiling. She had pink cheeks which were very bright. Silently she said “Thank you very much.” She hugged the two blokes, Dean and Major Walnut.
‘We are a pair of heroes!’ laughed the two friends as they said ‘good bye’ to the girl.
Oscar (aged 8)
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Georgina rushed into the veterinary surgery when the sun was rising. The grand-daughter of Uncle Tom, she was a pretty girl but she was always into mischief. Uncle Tom was a good old man who loved his grand-daughter but he had many secrets that he never told people.
With a wild yell, Uncle Tom rushed into the veterinary surgery but he could not see Georgina anywhere. He got out his blue phone and started to call her but he couldn’t get hold of her.
“Thump! Thump! Thump” heard Uncle Tom. He looked behind him and ‘Bang!” he was gone! A little while later he found himself in a black dark room where he found Georgina.
“How did you find me?” said Georgina.
“Well, I heard you scream because I was next door at the sports shop,” he replied. Uncle Tom had something secret in his mind.
Two hours later…
“Who were those people who made me scream?” asked Georgina.
“My boss, the man I work for,” said Uncle Tom.
‘So you knew all along and you did not tell me,” said Georgina in surprise.
“Well I saw you running along the fields and I rang up my boss and said that we should frighten you so I did,” said Uncle Tom, being proud of himself. Just then ‘bang!” Uncle Tom was hit by a frying pan. The person who threw it was Georgina’s mother! Georgina was so proud to see her. Her mother put down the pan and they all went home to bed.
Abbie (aged 10)
This story was the result of a creative writing game played at our tuition room during the school holidays. The process for the game may be located under Creative Writing Game on our Study Tools page. Our maths Tutor participated with Abbie on this exercise. You can read his story – Caught!
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This was the result of a creative writing game we ran at our tuition room. You can see how the game was run on the Study Tools page under Creative Writing Game. The following result was the final product of our maths tutor, Peter.
Neither Uncle Tom nor Georgina were ever able to explain how they got themselves locked in the Veterinary Surgery overnight.
Uncle Tom was a confusing old man who wore round spectacles on a round face on top of a round body. A lot of him moved when he laughed at his own jokes. Georgina had known him all her life and at five years old that was a long time. Her short fuzzy red hair and chubby pink cheeks made them look like a pair of clowns when they walked down the street.
In total terror she now clung to her uncle’s large leg while all around dogs howled, cats hissed and parrots screeched. The room was totally black and smelled of anti-septic. The noise was deafening and would surely wake the dead thought Georgina. Now she had something else to worry about. She squeezed tighter on her uncle’s leg.
‘This is going to be a long night’ thought Uncle Tom, holding Georgina close to him as they huddled under the Vet’s table. This adventure was not going as he had planned. All night long they huddled and shivered and the animals screeched and cried. Not once did they or the animals sleep. Georgina kept vigilant in case any of the dead were also awake.
From somewhere outside the safety of the vet’s table came a loud thump, and the darkness disappeared. Victor the Vet stood in the doorway, ‘That should teach you a lesson not to sneak into the animals sleeping room again Tom!’
‘So you knew all the time!’ cried Tom in amazement.
‘Yes we did.’ Bellowed Margaret, Tom’s wife and Georgina’s aunt. ‘That should cure both of you of sneaking out at night. How do you feel now Thomas?’
‘You better get out a bottle of your parsnip wine mother, I’m going to need it.’
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