The First Tri-pod By Mason

Posted in The War of the Worlds, Writing we do at school

GIGANTIC TRI-POD

Yesterday at 10:35 pm In Truro was a widening fisher on the side of the road.

Jeff. “I was walking when I found a hole in the side of the road “Jeff Jeff (21) I heard that the fisher started to crack and a lot of glass shattered everywhere. “The tar mac was freezing cold I did not think that it would be cold I thought that it would be balking hot” Bob James (27). The` tri-pod was bigger than a sky scraper. Everyone was surprised of how big the tri-pod. “It was gigantic way bigger than the church.” Mason

Brown (9) the ten army’s tied to stop it but it was no use.

 The tri-pod destroyed anything in its path. It was a horrible day it was worst in the world .The heat ray was destroying people into dust in a mille a second. 2 million and 27 dead 399 people injured .police are still on the scene. My friend Isaac Railton head was unfortunately blown of unfortunately. Jowan Dengler was badly injured. The tri-pod was so powerful the army could not destroy it. What could destroy it? Just nothing. “The tri-pod nearly killed me the church spiral fell and trapped my leg” Jowan Dengaler (39)

 

The First Tripod by Beau K

Posted in Writing we do at school

The First Tripod

It was just an ordinary and busy day in NY when I was walking down the street and saw a crowd of people. I ran over.

“What’s happened” I asked

“A meteor hit right above the subway but it didn’t leave hardly a dent in the tarmac “said the person on my left. I went over to touch a chipped bit of the meteor

“Strange, “I said

“Why is it boiling “Said the person behind me leaning over me.

“No. The exact opposite” I said backing away slowly as the small hole got larger.

“IT’S AN EARTHQUAKE!”shouted the crowd. A police officer from the NYPD started asking people to back away. But no-one listened as they were watching the hole in amazement. The people near the baker’s shop started jumping around as the hole slowly shattered the windows all around NYPD.

Suddenly the ground started rippling like you were doing a Mexican wave; half the city was running now as the other half were ridged with terror now. I was running to the bakers now to hide behind the counter but it was no use as the glass shattering hurt my ears so I had to get out of the bakers and try somewhere else anywhere away from this random and sudden earthquake.

I went outside to see the ground bulging up and down as it pulled in cars; I hid behind the last car next to people filming and screaming. All of a sudden the ground pushed up with a huge thump and spewed the cars out of the hole SMASH went the cars landing an inch to close to me. I started running towards the nearest building that hadn’t been completely obliterated but I was wrong as the building I was standing at(the church) did not like the earthquake and the church spire came tumbling down and nearly smashed a tourist bus. All was silent.

The whole City slowly started going towards the huge hole that threw out the car as we heard, saw and felt nothing CRACK went the sound in the hole it sounded like a car mixed with a church spire (probably exactly what it was) we all stood still as an appendage as big as at least 150ft pushed up of the ground as the other 2 came up with it. The fog covered up most of this strange creature but we could see something else coming back out of the hole it looked like a shell that was made for protection but this creature doesn’t look like it needs protection. I started backing away as a blue bright beam started lighting up as a foghorn like sound came out of this unearthly creature blasting out a powerful blue beam of power evaporating the city.

I ran for my life!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Postcard Home By Grace

Posted in Writing we do at home, WW2

My great grandad was a fighter pilot, who flew spitfires.

When my granny was born he was in Egypt waiting to go to Japan to fight.

My great great granny sent him a telegram, to say that gran was born.

My postcard is a reply to his mum.

My great granddad did not go to Japan because the war finished.

He came home eventually when my gran was 9 months old.

To Mother

I am so happy and excited to see her.

I wish I was with you.

Love you lots.

Dick xx

A story about alien invasion by Mirta

Posted in Writing we do at home

Mirta’s story about the aliens

 

Aliens live in other planets, actually in different planets, some in our solar systems, others outside our solar system. And they are all very different… as humans are different, Aliens are too!

We have got several types of aliens: for example we have aliens with jelly arms, and aliens with no arms, aliens with many legs, aliens with no legs, and aliens that can become like rocks.

 

How do I know that?

 

Well, one day I have met a girl, her name is Mirta, who told me that one morning, during the winter, she was at the beach with her family for a picnic, the beach was unusually empty … it was a cold sunny day, but all over the sudden something weird had happened, the sky turned dark, and something fell from the sky into the sea, like a giant ball, like a big orange… splashed into the sea, like a biscuit into a cup of tea!

 

Well she told me that she got a bit scared, and her daddy, mommy and brother too… but after a little while she went on into the water to check what that ball was, and her daddy, mommy and brother followed her too.

They could appreciate that the ball was instead a gigantic disc of metal, with only one rounded window. It looked like a spaceship! So Mirta knocked on the window, and to her surprise she saw something with one big eye in it… or similar to an eye!

Everyone got very scared, mommy and daddy screamed and asked Mirta and her brother Samuel to step back from the mysterious disc… instead Mirta and her brother got very excited and amazed by the fact of figuring out what that new thing was!

So because Mirta and Samuel were so confident and excited, daddy and mommy also calmed down, and eventually managed to go with them to knock on the big door of that orange ball spaceship.

 

To their surprise a family of aliens was hosted by the spaceship: a big squishy something, a less big squishy and smelly something, a way less big smelly something and very tiny little something a bit squishy and a bit smelly!

They opened the door and did something that looked like a smile! They were friendly and peaceful!

I don’t understand why people think that aliens should come to invade or conquer us, in fact that family was there to have holidays!

 

Blitz Poem by Lewis

Posted in Poetry, WW2

The Blitz

Families, children, and adults,

Waiting for the hell on Hitler’s making.

The silent pain has struck.

 

The bombers arrive in the crack of dawn,

The sirens howled and then Arp boomed over the roars of the planes,

 

Bombs howling as they incinerate the houses leaving skeletal remains,

Murderous, inferno, flames licking from house to house.

Asphyxiating smoke darkened the blood lit dawn.

By Lewis.

ARP (Air Raid Precaution) by Theo

Posted in Writing we do at school, WW2

These instructions will show you how to stay safe in an air raid. Remember to stay calm and go to the nearest shelter (or house if possible). If you are too late, think differently because you can either lie flat on the ground or find the nearest ditch or hole.

If you are in a house remember to make your refuge room as safe as possible by doing things like:

  • Taping up your windows
  • Make barricades to stop your door from flying in
  • Turn off all light sources (also known as a blackout)
  • Wait and listen for the air raid siren
  • Make the location of your refuge room in the basement or facing your garden
  • Take lots of food and drinks as you don’t know how long you will be in there

And remember, as long as you follow these instructions (and the sign) you will survive the Blitz.

How to Survive an Air Raid by Sam

Posted in Writing we do at school, WW2

How to Survive in an Air Raid

Do you need some instructions on surviving in an air raid well you have come to the right place? I am going to show you how to keep you and your house safe in an air raid.

What to do when you here the siren:

What you should really do is stay calm and walk vastly to the nearest public shelter, or your own shelter or your house with a refuge room. You will need to get you gas mask on and gloves but kids will put theirs on first with help then you will put on yours. If you are caught on the streets you will be told to lie flat to be flat on the floor or if you are anywhere else.

Gas attacks:

You probably all know that gas attacks are very dangerous and if you breathe the gas you will get very ill. You will need a gas mask so you don’t breathe in the gas and gloves because gas will burn your skin. The ARP warden will direct you and tell you what to do in a gas attack. Hitler will not send any warning.

Protecting your house:

When it comes to protecting your home you will need to need to have: blackouts, barricades and more. You will need to barricade windows and doors or paint them black. To protect the windows from shattering cover them in tape or netting to catch the shatters. Or maybe you could cover the doors and glass with dirt barricades or just surround your house with piles of dirt (this is optional)

Make your refuge room as safe as possible:

When you keep your refuge room safe you will need to have a Morrison shelter.  And you’ll need supports for the roof. Maybe you will barricade every window and door. You don’t need to worry about using tape for the windows you could just put a bookshelf full of books in front of the windows. I suggest that you don’t have your refuge room facing the streets because that’s where the most of bombing is mostly going to be. Remember to collect as much food and water as possible before the raid to bring to the shelter.

Shelters:

You’ll need a shelter when you are at war a Morrison shelter is the best because it’s safer and it can take a heavy roof falling on it. You could go to the cellar if you have one but most people won’t have one. Some people will be away, and you don’t have a shelter so you might go to a public shelter. A public shelter might be a tiny bit more comfortable because there are people to talk to. You might decide to dig quite deep then plant your vegetables on top of your shelter if you make it outside and if you’ve got a garden. If there is a gas attack and you leave the vegetables just don’t eat them you will probably die.