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The Giant Trap! – by Abbie (aged 10)

little girlGeorgina 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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Caught!

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.

old_manUncle 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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Lizard Wrangler – by Dardo (aged 7)

LizardAt school in my play time I caught a lizard in the garden.  Today I caught a lizard that was as big as a goanna with a blue tongue and a giant brown tail.  He bit me on the thumb as I was holding him tightly.  I jumped and dropped him and he got away.  In time I will become a better lizard wrangler.

Dardo (aged 7); (art work by Dardo)

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To Neverland – by Jacko (aged 10)

chinese_boy_iconLate one dark and dingy night soaring high through the clouds above the Indian Ocean was a China baby on a magical carpet with an owl called whisper.  The magical carpet worshipped the China  baby because this young child was definitely no ordinary child.  He was the son of a king and the richest man alive.  The baby travelled once a year on the magical a carpet to a land called Neverland.  The baby was so happy and could not wait to reach the land.  Sparks of joy hit his heart as he reached the island in hope for hours of joy.  After he plays he and whisper are back in the sky soaring high through the clouds over the Indian Ocean.

Jacko (aged 10)

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The Lion’s Luck – by Gordon (aged 10)

Lion with Black EyeIn a hot jungle a big brown lion was sleeping late at night.  He was a big mean lion with a wonderful mane.  When the lion woke up he saw a big deer and started to slowly move towards it.  The deer started to move away but the lion pounced, hit a tree, ‘ouch’ and lost sight of the deer.

Gordon (aged 10)

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Betty’s Magic Moving Carpet – by Abbie (Aged 10)

CastleEarly one morning when there was a screech on the shiny wooden floor, a young girl woke up in her bedroom.  Betty was three years old, had blonde shiny hair and, because she was easily scared by little noises made during the night, she kept a beautiful white bird in a nice white cage in her bedroom.  She started to walk over to the cage when she felt the carpet moving and fell down.  She started to fly.  Suddenly Betty and her bird flew out her window and far below them they could see her very own castle. 
 
Abbie (aged 10)

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The Octopus – by Jacko (Aged 10)

OctopusLate one creepy night at the very bottom of the Pacific Ocean lived an old, slimy octopus. He was weird, feared by all, looked hurt and ugly, and his eyes shone bright red. His tentacles were short and yellow. He smelt like a rotten fish and the carcass of a frog. The octopus was sick and tired of being feared and he wanted it to stop. He wanted to have friends and be liked and so he called an ocean meeting to discuss his loneliness. Later that creepy night stood an unhappy and lonely octopus as he realized that no animal out of the entire Pacific Ocean had come to the meeting.
Jacko (Aged 10)

This is a very sad, rather funny story, about a lonely octopus. Note that Jack has used a simile as he describes the way that the poor old fellow smelt.

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The Magic Flying Carpet – by Dardo (Aged 7)

flying carpetThe small boy is on a magic carpet flying in the clouds with a bird.  He is happy and his bird is flying beside him.  They are on their way to the moon because they are looking for aliens.  They got lost.  They searched for the moon and at last they found it and they went home.
 
Dardo (Aged 7)

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The Apple – Oscar (aged 7)

Climbing TreeAt 5.30 on a Monday morning, in a village, three college boys were climbing a tall tree because they were trying to reach a red Queen apple.  Oscar, Finlay and Patrick had just paid three hundred dollars to go to school at Marist Brothers private collage at Ashgrove and they were feeling excited and proud of themselves which is why they decided to stretch Oscar’s arm to reach the high apple on the tree.  They tried all day until they achieved their goal at 5 pm and then they took the lovely apple to Oscar’s mother and she cut it into sixes, which is two sweet pieces for each of them.  The apple filled them up so they didn’t have to eat their corn and cabbage quiche for dinner that night, which all three agreed they didn’t like.  At 5.30 on Tuesday morning they were starving again.

Oscar, aged 7 years.

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The Pig – by Jacko (aged 10)

Escaping PigEarly one day on an old dairy farm lived a shaggy worn out pig.  This old worn out pig had lived a horrible life on a small dose of food and water.  The pig was tired of living on the farm so he thought to himself, “I have to escape”.  Every day he chewed and chewed at the barbed wire fence until it snapped apart.  The pig was so happy!  Later that day the pig escaped.  In the morning the dairy farmer realised the shaggy worn out pig had escaped.

Jacko (aged 10)

 

At times the writing tutor will challenge the student to write on a topic, in this case a pig.  The student and the tutor have fifteen minutes to come up with a story.  Creative writing can sometimes be creative anxiety, and an anxiety which may leave a child immobilised (and not just children).   You cannot remove anxiety by avoiding the stimulant (the test situation) so we encourage the children to have fun with the pressure of competition.  Once fun is realised pressure dissipates and creativity flows.  This time I have included the tutor’s work, just for fun…

The Singing Pig – by The Tutor (age, not game to say)

Singing PigWhen the rain came at the old tractor factory the pig knew it was going to be a good day.  Slender by pig standards she was a pale skinned pig with a gentle nature.  It was her normal job to sweep the floors and feed the dogs, but not on wet days.  When it rained her task changed to singing for the assembly workers to keep their spirits up.  At morning tea when she had sung her way through Justin Beiber’s songs and was gargling in the bathroom for her next bracket, the sun came out.

The Tutor

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