The secret door by Mawgan

Posted in Writing we do at school

The wind blew roughly as I walked through the streets of Tokyo towards the local noodle place. Cars drove past me throwing drops of rain at me which was not a pleasure. I looked up at the moon light shining down on the city with a white glow. I walked and walked for hours but it would still be worth it for the food.  When I reached it I opened the door and I was teleported to a white void with one thing but me inside it. A door a random door. A door with roman like pillars beside it. Plants crawling up the pillars and in the middle

I stepped through the door and suddenly I was in a snowy landscape. Luckily I was wearing my warmest clothes. I explored for a while and found absolutely nothing but I wondered some more and just found snow more snow and more snow. Snowy mountains covered most of the landscape like towering giants. I moved closer to the mountains every second and when I reached the canyon of mountains an amazing sight was waiting for me.

I walked through a conveniently shaped arch between two mountains and spotted a snowy lump in the middle of the circle embedded around the lump I decided this was to strange for me and started walking back to the door. I made it to the door went back to the noodle place on the other side of the door and went home.

Pip the surfing legend by Mawgan

Posted in Making Waves, Writing we do at school

It was a long time ago I saw a surfing legend: his name was Pip Staffieri. This day started when I was lining up for one of Pips great cones. As he sold his ice creams from his van he kept getting distracted by the sound of the waves swaying and the birds chirping. I was third in line when Pip looked out across the line of people and said this: “sorry everyone shops closed.” And then moaning rose up from the crowd. He closed the hatch and then left everyone waiting for a bit.

Later he came out wearing a knitted swimsuit then he crawled under his van but a split second before he did I noticed something about his left leg it was shorter than his right after that he Pip came out holding a trolley then he went back inside his van with his trolley and moments later came back out with something like never before strapped onto his trolley. It was at least 13 feet 6 inches. He rolled his trolley down to the beach and everyone in the line followed.

He put his board down on the water and paddled out and disappeared. I wondered if I was the only one thinking he’s not coming back but suddenly he came into view standing up riding on the waves and surfed back with a smile on his face and shouted “free ice-creams  for everybody!” and we all cheered in delight.

Pip Staffieri by Mawgan

Posted in Biographical Writing, Making Waves, Writing we do at school

Pip wasan Italian and Cornish man. He is known for his surfing career and was born in Italy 1918 August the 3rd.

His father’s name is Augustine and His mother’s name is Teresa. At two years of age Pip got polio, this gave Pip a weakness in his left leg. He was a local boy in Newquay. Pips dad died before Pip was born, not much is known about Pips childhood.

Pips family were ice cream sellers so when he grew up he became a Kellie’s ice cream seller. He was positioned near towen beach.

Pips interest in surfing began when he saw a Hawaiian Surfing magazine at a dentist surgery, then the next day a man named Jimmy Dickson and his wife came along, after they bought some ice creams Pip noticed Jimmies surfboard and he was inspired to make one himself.

Here are some facts and features of Pips board: it was hollow and had an oak frame, a nose plug to drain the water that gets inside the board, Brass screws to hold the board together, based off Tom Blake design, Pip rolled it down on a trolley and Pip didn’t have a fin on his board
Once his board was made he took it for a ride. The people on the beach saw Pip riding out on the waves but suddenly he disappeared into the waves and people thought he never would come out again but he but he proved them wrong by appearing out of the waves standing up on his board. Surf historian Roger Mansfield built up a friendship with Pip after interviewing him several times.

Pip died at age 86 2005 June 28th. He will be remembered by some as the godfather of surfing and as the Newquay surfing legend.

On the Way to a Shelter by Mawgan

Posted in Writing we do at school, WW2

This day when me and my sister were sitting down on the sofa listening to the radio and suddenly the sirens started. I didn’t bother turning the radio off. As soon as we got outside My little sister -Daisy- ran off. After a few seconds she was engulfed in mist and then I was alone. A few minutes of walking later I heard a deafening roar from far away. The collision between the bomb and the ground sent a strong blast of wind in all directions. I shouted “DAISY WHERE ARE YOU!?” No reply I could tell she was scared because she always answers me when I shout for her “DAISY!” I’m still searching for her until i hear a faint cry. I look behind a giant piece of rubble no one there. I keep moving forward still no one…I hear another cry There she is sitting there “Come on get up” i c Then I heard the spine-shivering sound of an incendiary bomb so I ran as fast as I could until I was safe. I took cover behind a sign and I decided to read what it said “Fresh new recipes for pastries at Barry’s bakery.” Then I thought to myself “I’ll come back here later when the air raid is over.” I’m still running and I spot someone in the mist “HEY!” I shout no reply. They just look at me and run away. As I walk towards the entrance of the public shelter I’m still stuck in my thoughts.

Thinking back to the past I remember the time when my mother had died when she was hit by a bomb because she wasn’t quick enough. It is a grave memory to think and I visit her grave every day. I lay down to go to sleep but I knew it wouldn’t do me any good. A few hours of sleeping later I woke up to a familiar face. It’s Daisy! I asked her “Where have you been?” she replied “Barry’s bakery” and took a cake from out of her pocket and smiled.

The Blitz by Mawgan

Posted in Writing we do at school, WW2

The day I lost everything sticks  like glue. When the sirens started I had to stop doing everything and get to the station at top speed. All I could see was a crowd of people around me all running to the same place. In the last few bombings it left a lot of rubble and dust but I kept wondering what was to come from this one. I felt the cold air run across my cheeks and I heard the crumbling of the remaining houses as they fell to the ground. The bombing continued and I had departed from the crowd to try to search through some remains of a house while I had the chance but all I found was binoculars and a dead mouse and I threw away the mouse but kept the binoculars. Then I made my way to the shelter and found an empty bed on the stone path that leads through the tunnel so I went to go sit down and talk to some people. After I had talked to some people I went to my bed and sat down pulled the binoculars out of my pocket after closely examined it I put the binoculars back in my pocket. I decided to look around the shelter. Where I was sleeping there was a coffee machine and 21 beds in total. In the next room there was an entertainment stage and 29 beds in total. Then there was the stairs only 5 beds 6 people the sixth and fifth had to take turns each night so it was fair. That was all the rooms I think.

Suddenly the sirens for when the air raids was done came on and before I knew it people were running past me. Then when everyone was gone it was quiet and it was so quiet that you could hear the mice that lived down there. I continued to follow everyone out of the tunnel and look at the wreckage above.

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The Blitz Poem by Mawgan

Posted in Poetry, Writing we do at school, WW2

The bloodcurdling sirens start.

People are everywhere.

Running with desperation on their shoulders trying to get to the shelters.

Bombs appear and disappear with every explosion.

A crowd of people still on the streets fixed the spot in horror.

The sound of the doodlebug soaring through the air

Bombs hitting the ground harshly and exploding.

Mass fire suddenly spreads burning everything in its path.

As bombs hit buildings like an assault of punches they burn to the ground.

The Germans only sent these bombs as a warning to spread fear.

Hitler is trying to crush our spirits but we have determination.

The flames that have engulfed our town area murderous inferno.

The town is in peril of destruction.

An orgy of scatter bomb raining over the city.

Flare droppings coming out of the sky.

The soldiers of Britain are fighting the hell Hitler’s making for us out there.

The smoke surrounding everyone is like a giant’s foul breath.

Thick smoke hanging over the heart of Britain.

As dawn approaches people come out of hiding and see the wreckage in daylight.

 

 

 

 

The Amazing Ocean Adventure by Mawgan (part 1)

Posted in Writing we do at school

January 5th 2017

Today is the day me and my friends set off to explore the ocean on a adventure to uncover the secrets of the deep. There are a crowd of people at the docks waving goodbye. We get in the submarine and Skipper starts up the engine and Rocky drives while I look out the windows for danger. “We are currently above the Mariana trench” says Rocky. I look down below the submarine and see perpetual deepness then I say “Wow!” I can see all kinds of fish around us I can see Salmon,Cod,Baracuda and Sharks. Then Skipper walks up to me and says “Amazing isn’t it?” then I answer back “yeah”. “Wanna play some darts?” Skipper asks  “Ok” I said thankfully because Rocky was throwing questions at me. As i walk to the games room i ask Mike if he wants to play. Then he simply shakes his head “ok then” I called back to him as I walk to the games room “ok lets start” Skipper said. I throw first I almost get a bullseye which i was really happy about. Then Skipper throws, he lands on the black which i dont think hes happy about. I decide to make him a bit less sad by telling him a joke. I say “Why do ghosts like elevators so much?” Then Skipper replies “I dont know” Then I secretly pull out my phone and search up the answer. Then i say “Because they lift their spirits!” “Hahahahahahah,good one Cory” (My name is actually Sans but my friends call me Cory) Then we play on. We play for 2 hours until Mike calls us over to the radar system,  “Whats wrong?” I ask.Then Rocky answers for Mike “Somethings coming our way…” THE END OF PART 1 Dont miss:The ocean adventure part 2: A blast from the past

Frank Hurley Diary Entry by Mawgan

Posted in Frozen, Shackleton's Antarctic Adventure, Writing we do at school

December 4th 1914

We made it too South Georgia! God it smells here. All though it is a whaleing staion. There are tons of dead whales. This island probably has the most whale oil and blubber Ive ever seen. I can see the Endurance from where im standing. I think ill take a stroll on the beach. Since im on the beach I might as well take a picture of the ocean. i look i see a mountain i decide to climb it. I can also smell whale oil. Then i took a picture of the landscape. I climbed down the mountain. I could smell dinner so i went to the dinner hall. Then i went to my cabin and went to sleep. The next morning we were about to set off when a man came up to me and said “You really should’nt go the icebergs are really ominous around this time of year” that will be the end of this diary entry so far anyway. by Frank Hurlie

The Polar story by Mawgan Part 1…

Posted in Frozen, Writing we do at home

Once upon a time in a city in Norway named Oslo, a man named Max was about to set sail on a journey like no other. He was going to the Antarctic to study the animals that live there. Max had crew mates they were called Ryan, Andy, Ash and Alan. Now then let the story unfold!

“Are we there yet?” groaned Ryan. “No” said Alan. Ash walked up to the deck “Good morning everyone!” This is when I spoke up. “It is the afternoon”. Ash looked surprised “oh” Ash said.Then I went to get a jumper. I looked out the ship window. All I could see was fish and the open ocean then I glimpsed an Orca. I could see all sorts of fish! I went on to the deck looked out to sea and saw an iceberg. I realised that we had arrived at our location. A few minutes later I saw a huge glacier of ice.  “Lower the anchor!”I shouted. Then Alan answered “way ahead of you”. I noticed he was already lowering the anchor. Then everyone else came up stairs. “Whats going on?” Ryan asked. Then I answered “we’re here”. We got in the lifeboats and sailed to land covered in bright white snow and transparent ice.

Once we got there I could see  Emperor penguins bobbing around on land headed for the edge of the cliff. They are the largest of all 17 species of penguins, being able to grow up to 120cm. I sat down, took out my notebook and started writing about the appearance of the penguins.They have big, beady black eyes and and thick yellow necks. I put my book back in my bag. I put my hand on the ice. My hand had turned a bit blue. Ash walked over to me “it is freezing” Ash shivered when he said this. I reached into my bag and pulled out my exothermic crystallisation reusable hand warmer. “thanks” he said I nodded over to the penguins.  “wow” Ash exclaimed a little to loudly so I shushed him. Because he might have scared the penguins away “you’re really absorbed into this aren’t you Max?”

I looked up at the sky it was beginning to become night time so we set out our sleeping bags in our tent especially designed for arctic conditions. I slept peacefully through the night until I woke up scared hearing a scream…

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Edited Version:

Once upon a time in a city in Norway named Oslo, a man named Max was about to set sail on a journey like no other. He was going to the Antarctic to study the animals that live there. Max had crew mates they were called Ryan, Andy, Ash and Alan. Now then let the story unfold!

“Are we there yet?” groaned Ryan.

“No” said Alan, as Ash walked up to the deck.

“Good morning everyone!” he said. This is when I spoke up.

Is it the afternoon?” I asked. Ash looked surprised.

“Oh!” Ash said. Then I went to get a jumper. I looked out the ship window. All I could see was fish and the open ocean then I glimpsed an Orca. I could see all sorts of marine wildlife! I went on to the deck looked out to sea and saw an iceberg. I realised that we had arrived at our location. A few minutes later I saw a huge glacier of ice.  

“Lower the anchor!” I shouted.

Then Alan answered, “Way ahead of you.” I noticed he was already lowering the anchor. Then everyone else came up stairs.

“What’s going on?” Ryan asked.

Then I answered “We’re here.” We got in the lifeboats and sailed to land covered in bright white snow and transparent ice.

Once we got there I could see emperor penguins bobbing around on land heading for the edge of the cliff. They are the largest of all 17 species of penguins, being able to grow up to 120cm. I sat down, took out my notebook and started writing about the appearance of the penguins. They have big, beady black eyes and thick yellow necks. I put my book back in my bag. As I put my hand on the ice it turned a bit blue. Ash walked over to me.

“It is freezing!” said Ash, shivering. I reached into my bag and pulled out my exothermic crystallisation reusable hand warmer. “Thanks,” he said. I nodded over to the penguins.  “Wow!” Ash exclaimed, a little too loudly, so I shushed him because he might have scared the penguins away. “You’re really absorbed into this aren’t you Max?” said Ash.

I looked up at the sky. It was beginning to become night time, so we set out our sleeping bags in our tent especially designed for arctic conditions. I slept peacefully through the night until I woke up – scared – hearing a scream…

Emperor Penguin Factfile by Mawgan

Posted in Frozen, Writing we do at school

Emperor penguins live in Antarctica which is cold dry and has some of the most sub-zero temperatures. Most of the time they inhabit the Ocean. Their home can be isolated and rough to live in.

They eat krill squid and fish. They go without food for 70miles when traveling to the breeding ground. In order to find their food Emperor penguins dive down to 150m below the Ocean and can stay submerged for up to 15minutes. They use their wings like flippers to propel themselves through the water.

Emperor penguins have many special features which enable them to survive in their harsh environment. It has waterproof feathers and fat blubber. their feathers can trap air

Emperor penguins have short legs. They have yellow necks. It can grow up to 120cm.It has black backs.

Emperor penguins walk to the breeding grounds to mate. The breeding grounds are where the penguins about to find a mate were born. The mother goes to find food for the chick for a while. When the mother comes back she regurgitates the food for the chick

The number of Emperor penguins is decreasing due to global warming. The number of Emperor penguins colonies is 45. Emperor penguins are becoming endangered.