Showing posts with label Autumn 17 Week 02. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Autumn 17 Week 02. Show all posts

Saturday, 23 September 2017

The lantern of candy by Tegan

It was broken, the lantern of candy had been broken! Was it so possible that it could have happened, this wonderful piece of art turned into a monstrosity. Who could have done this? I need to find this person. What shall I do seeing as I was small. I took it to the museum owner (who was Theo) who took it to Lucas (lab worker) he managed to fix it right up. They asked who was keeping it, I said the museum hopefully so that monstrosity of a person would never do it again. Thanks to Lucas the lantern of candy is fixed.

Scientists by Daisy


Everything seemed normal … lights had been set up in the old abandoned garage it began to shake ! Then SMASH the light bulb fell to the floor smashing and leaving a sea of colour. It was a job only to be investigated by a special team of miniature scientists. The colours looked like they were lighting the disco. But close inspections saw that it could be something else. A man said that they should create a case of who did this and who was in the garage at the same time that the light bulb fell. 

But who did it?

Scientists by Ella

Not long after the gigantic light bulb had smashed, highly radioactive gas began to leak from the shattered glass. The gas had shrunk the two scientists to the size of a tiny pea. The scientists had rushed to the crash to collect the microscopic balls that would be used to create marvellous cures for the sick and old. They had never failed before and now their jaw dropping experiments had totally backfired. One by one, they collected the precious balls and dragged them into the now miniscule cases, the two men slowly placed the cases on to the gigantic table.

Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Grace B

Somebody has broken into my jewellery store because they wanted to steal some highly profitable diamonds, emeralds and ruby gemstones, as well as some hard-earned cash from my cash registers and the safes as well. The alleged thieves who have cleverly disguised themselves as forensic analysts of several different facilities such as toilets. The thieves had very naughtily broken in into my store by using an incredibly silky smooth black crowbar to force open the sealed skylight.



As the thieves dropped to the solid freezing cold floor below in order to steal my most prized possessions one of them, fell in the direction of the single hanging light bulb which dimly illuminated the safe room which hoarded the entire breath-taking collection of priceless jewels.

Darcie

On a cold, grey, cemented floor, lies a huge, smashed, glass light bulb with various coloured beads scattered all around it, mostly pink, yellow and blue beads. There are two miniature figures dressed head to toes in white overalls investigating the mysterious scene, next to them are big boxes with black cases in them. One of the investigators is staring at the base of the light bulb, and the other one is laying amongst the coloured beads. Some of the beads look like pieces of green, lime and white paper. The investigators have their hoods up to protect the scene from contamination.

Monday, 18 September 2017

Lexi

Suddenly a radiant shaft of light came streaming towards me. As I stopped and considered what had happened to me in the past 10 minutes, I could only remember deafening screams. As I lay soundless on my bed, I couldn't help but wonder what lay outside. I sat up, slowly tiptoed across the room and reached out in front of me. Hesitantly, I twisted the rusting door knob. My hand shook and a cold shiver rocketed up my spine. My bloodshot eyes reluctantly peaked through the crack in the door I had made for myself. What would be behind it...?

Light by Clara

The workers screamed. The purpose of their lives was to keep Light alive, and she had shattered. Now all colour will disappear. Light coughed, “I’m dying, guys.” Electricity sparked inside Light’s broken frame, and the workers rushed trying to save her. Too late. The sky became a dark grey, the world draining of colour. Daisies and daffodils became an indecipherable mush of grey. Light took her last words, “God help you,” and died. The workers held Light’s lifeless body in their hands and carefully transferred her to her favourite place: the beach. Monochrome filled the land, and sadness engulfed everyone.