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)
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)
Long ago when dragons ruled the world, a big blue egg cracked open and Fredrich emerged in a cave. He was a big, black dragon with red eyes and razer-sharp fangs. The first thing he did was cause mayhem on the town people because it was in his dragon blood to do such a thing. Next he ate 12 people, 4 sheep and one rabbit. Long ago when dragons ruled, a young dragon called Fredrich fell asleep.
As the village woke to the sound of a rundown crow the sun started its slow journey across the sky. A fire started in the grimy blacksmith’s shop as a poor but honest man began his dawn to dust effort. He passed a dirt encrusted window and in the corner of his eye observed the familiar castle that loomed over the poor village and was surrounded by a ten metre stone wall. An old widow draped in a thread bear sack begged the blacksmith to fix her rusty hole-ridden cauldron. “I can’t pay you.” she said, but the blacksmith followed quickly by saying “Pay me when you can.” As she hobbled away the blacksmith sighed and thought to himself that the only reason the village could not pay for his services was because of the dreadful king’s exorbitant taxes.
by Jack (aged 10)
At midnight behind the enemy lines under a full moonlight sky, two ragged figures stood in the shadows. The British spies behind the general’s office were feeling nervous and in danger. It had taken them four days on rough seas to arrive undetected in the middle of a freezing winter night.
They were sent overseas and under cover to receive vital information on the Germans’ military strategy. On that night behind the office these two men discovered information that would win them the war.
By “The Jackster”, aged 10