The Secret Door by Olivia

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The Secret Door

I was walking through the village woods with Cookie, my Jack-Russell. We were walking back home when he started barking ferociously at god knows what. I lifted my head from the ground and directed my eyes at what he was growling territorially at. At first I thought it was just an illusion after all I had been walking a long way from town, back home. Standing up right was a door not my family white ordinary door, an entrance in the middle of a regular woodland.

It was a large grand door had some sort of white backdrop behind it. It was, maybe made of oak, a polished, smooth door, and in the middle it had some sort of brass door knocker in the shape of a lion. A marble arch was surrounded  the gateway.

Cookie moved forward to scratch at the door but I pulled her back scared at what might have come out. I must have lost my mind since I decided to charge forward into the snowy barrier. A stupid idea I now realise. I automatically fell backwards and not only did I form a bruise from the wall I bashed my head on muddy floor. So I decided to walk through the door. Surely it would take me to the opposite side of the wood.

I stepped inside another big mistake. I ended up in a supermarket marmite, flour, cookies, beef and chocolate. Cookie started howling strongly his nose leaning towards some dogs treats I tugged the lead back in my direction. I turned round to exit the doorway we had previously entered but it wasn’t there. All I could see was the transparent entrance of the store we ran outside expecting to run onto the streets outside but I ended up back in the woods. The grand door was standing in front of me I stepped foot into it yet again hoping for the wood on the other side.

I was now in the Apo Islands River of the Philippines there was no way of me being able to be down there I was in my bar clothes no scuba diving kit unusual plants and animals were all around me but because of all the scenery I forgot about my breath I swam as fast as I could to the surface of the water, then I heard something behind me reach the top of the river I heard a squeal of attention scared to turn around there was Cookie bobbing behind me. We both searched different areas but even between the both of us we couldn’t spot any land… well at least not for miles there was no chance of us getting to shore let alone getting home. My home in Constantine was nowhere near the Philippines. We decided to make the most of our time there and we went exploring I headed into an underwater cave surrounded by peach coral and marine-life Cookie followed behind  and guess where we ended up… yep back in the woods with the door in front of me! But how come I wasn’t soaked to the bone?

You would think after all this time I would have learnt not to step through the door once again. But I was stupid enough to enter it again.

This time I was in the place any thirteen year old would want to go every day of the week the theme park rollercoasters, log flumes, candyfloss and best of all it was in California! Maybe a little far away from home but I wasn’t going to miss out on any of that first it  was the rollercoasters than I was hoping to have a go on the log flume but as soon I was about to get drenched from the litres of water that was going to splash me but back in the woods  I was for some reason I had candy floss in my hand nibbling on my sweet ball of fluff, I reached for the door curios about where it would take me next. If I had paid attention and listed to Cookie’s bark of warning I wouldn’t have fell to the floor. Luckily my candyfloss didn’t get dirty but at least was now able to walk back home without walking into another door after a while I finally got back home.

“WHERE WERE YOU?!” mum exclaimed

“Uh…”

Pip the Surfing God by Olivia

Posted in Writing we do at school

Pip the Surfing God

 

The day Papino Staffieri became a surfing sensation and an inspiration to all is indelibly etched in the back of my mind. It was way back in 1933.

Summer in Newquay had arrived, and tourists from all over had come down to Cornwall to see this beautiful place. Pip was selling his famous 99 cones in his rusty old truck, parked up in his usual spot by Towan Beach. There was a horrendous queue of sweaty holiday makers waiting to get a cream delicacy from Pip. Finally I got mine. Then Pip stopped, looked out to the glistening sapphire ocean, and untied his apron, made his way out the metallic truck, and shouted down the endless line; “sorry guy’s shops closed.”                                                                                                                                     There were a lot of disappointed faces at Pip’s announcement. But it was fine with me; I’d got my ice-cream.

Soon after that he entered the truck again, and next thing you know he’s back out in a blue knitted swimming costume. People such as me were confused at first but we soon got the idea when he pulled out a large trolley from under the truck. But it is what was inside that interested me the most: it was a board about 13ft long and made out of… oak maybe. He started wheeling the trolley down to Towan Beach, and then paddled out into the endless sea. After a few minutes he was nowhere to be seen. Then up Pip popped out of the blue and in no time at all he was riding the waves like a Hawaiian God.

Pip has been an inspiration to me ever since and shall continue to be.

Papino Staffieri by Olivia

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

Papino Staffieri (also known as pip) is a surfing sensation to all people since the 1900’s to today.  Pip was born on 3rd august 1918 at Lanherne Avenue, St Morgan, Newquay. His parents Augustine and Teresa  were Italian and moved to Cornwall at the begging of the 20th  century to pursue the family ice cream business. Unfortunately pips dad died before he was born as he died during WW1.pips life as a young boy is patchy however this is what we do know about him; staffieri had a hard time as a young boy as he had to overcome minor disabling called polio at the age of two, but that didn’t stop pip from becoming a confident long distance swimmer.

When pip was older he decided to carry on the ice cream business each day he would go down to there was no such thing as surfing in Britain only in Hawaii were they doing this). Besides from ice cream selling, pip was a very skilled carpenter.

Now pip was no stranger to the waves he had seen pictures and newsreels of people in Hawaii surfing. One day he was at his dentists and saw the Hawaiians surfing in an encyclopaedia. Not too long after it as well he was once again at Towan beach selling his ice cream when he saw not one but two surfboards lying side by  and to my understandings he would have picked It up had a feel had a look. It obviously did something to his thoughts because some time after that he stated at his own board.

The board had an oak wood frame in the centre and around the frame would have been oak wood planks secured together by brass screws; it was about 13.5 feet long. It is said that he tried to make it Tom Blake style and similar to Jimmy Dix’s. Apparently it had a nose plug to drain the water from inside since water would have got through the cracks in the wood. Because of the weight of the surfboard pip would have to wheal it down on a trolley to Towan beach. At this point pip did not have a fin on his until he noticed that the Hawaiians boards had fins on and he had also not been able to control his board very well, people say that pips board was the first finned board in Britain!

In later life pip went to Waikiki Hawaii and became the first stand up surfer in Britain alongside Jimmy Dix! Unfortunately Staffieri died on Tuesday June 28th 2005.  Papino Staffieri shall always been remembered as a surfing legend to all of Britain.

 

 

 

The Lost Locket by Olivia

Posted in Writing we do at school, WW2

I still remember that day.

I was around 12 years old, my father was at war and my mother had died about a year ago. So I was on my own, she had left me with a beautiful silver locket in the shape of an oval with patterns of vine leafs round the edge. It had been passed down our family for years. I was sitting in an alleyway, doing my everyday things when an air raid siren went off. I didn’t think much of it at the time so I took my time walking to the shelter, and anyway the ARP wardens ask us to walk to the shelter. For less chance of injury’s.

Finally, I got there. John walked over to me “oi where have you been?” he asked.

“I decided to take my time.” I replied.

“Uh, well you should be careful kid you do not know what is out there. Well I should get going, have you seen Margret today, she looking sweet.”

“Oh John” I said laughing.

John walked away checking his breath. I felt inside my coat pocket but I couldn’t sense the metallic chain. I jolted my hand into my left pocket, once again I couldn’t feel nor see it. I checked my trousers, nothing. Hoping it was not true I looked again, it was truly gone. I made sure nobody was watching. John had gone to go flirt with the ladies, though he was not doing a very good job at it. Anyway I could not focus on that, I had to get the locket.

I finally found my way out of tube station. I ran as fast as I could back to the alleyway where I was last. I looked around frantically, but I couldn’t see it. My heart was beating faster than ever before. Scrambling through the rubble I found myself on the street. As I stepped onto the road I felt the ground shake underneath my feat, the crashing sounds of explosions thundered through the city. I tripped and grazed my knee. Clumsily I stumbled back to my feet. Every time I tripped or fell I had less and less hope in myself. I lifted my head to see the sky it was scarlet red. I trudged along the lonely roads still searching for the locket.

I stopped in my tracks as I heard a deafening howling noise. I looked at the lit up sky and out of the blue I could see a bomb, making its way towards me, at mighty speed. I knew I should of run but I was transfixed to the spot. The deathly contraption was coming nearer and nearer. As it landed I could feel pain travelling through my body. I was numb all-over I was senseless. I was in agony. The world was all a blur.

I was left there in pain. No-one there to comfort me. I was alone. Not knowing what to do. While I was lying something hit me I hadn’t found the locket.

I had left my mother down.

 

Blitz Write Away Task by Olivia

Posted in Writing we do at school, WW2

I open my eyes and look around me. I see Lillian, Maud, Tom and Jeff, wrapped up in blankets on the bunks of our Anderson shelter. The smell of our shelter burns my nostrils.  I try to stretch my legs in my limited space shuffling round trying not to wake any one. I lay still in my iron bed trying to focus on the sounds going on outside, waiting for the all clear siren to go off and tell us we are safe. I go into a daydream and snapback when I hear Maud waking from her sleep, she squeezes up on to my bunk and comes and cuddles up close to me, we lye there for a moment, then the other three soon start to stir. It takes a moment for us all too properly wake up.

My hairs on my neck prick when I hear the siren go; I take my time trying to push through this cramped space. As I finally make my way through I hear a high pitched shriek I rush out as quickly as possible then I see Lillian, her mouth wide open with shock. I look at everyone else I direct my sight to where they are all looking.

I am gobsmacked at the sight of our once beautiful home which is now just a lifeless Skeleton. I move across the rubble scavenging my way among the wreckage. The stench of burning flesh fills the air. I look round and we are not the only ones that have lost our homes. I start to head off to explore the remains of the city the others trail behind.

The smell gets stronger as we move further into the city. I grab Maud and Lillian, Jeff takes tom. There is nothing but crumbled walls, smashed windows and craters were the deathly bombs had been. The children start heading toward the destroyed homes, I tug them back to my safety. We decide to turn back for our own good. We trudge back to the Anderson shelter.

I wonder… what will happen next?

The Blitz by Olivia

Posted in Poetry, Writing we do at school, WW2

Flames licking from windows,

Hoses play on the smouldered ruins

Flares shower over Britain,

Crying out for vengeance,

Fighting the hell of Hitler’s making.

 

The choking dawn awakens,

A murderous inferno,

A diabolical act of vandalism,

Terror toils among wreckage,

Thick smoke hangs over the heart of Britain.

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1939 Diary Entry by Olivia

Posted in Writing we do at school, WW2

3rd September 1939

Dear diary,

Early this morning our Prime Minister Neville chamberlain announced that we are now at war with Germany. We knew it was going to come but not so soon.

Poor Patricia and Jimmy they’ve never had to go through hardship like this, and we all know that this war will be as long as the last, and as for Avril well the poor soul she doesn’t even know nor understand that war has been declared, she and Rebekah were playing outside probably for the last time whilst we were listening to the wireless in the parlour, the fire burning in the hearth. We sat there saddened I glanced at Arthur he was blank, no emotion, Tricia and Jimmy were just trying to focus on the speech. Paul and Sarah were with us starring at the girls outside.

My biggest worry is the children, we could hardly look after Arnold, how are we meant to cope with four children; we are tight on money as it is. I don’t know how we are going to get through this.

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The First Tripod by Olivia

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

The first tri-pod

I reached into the hole in the street to touch the metallic looking rock. Putting my sleeve over my hand expecting it to be hot but to my surprise it was freezing cold. Crowds were gathering in the square. I put the stone my pocket to keep as a memorable as I slipped it into my jacket the ground shook violently.

 While the policeman started to back people away, cracks started to form around the hole people where gasping, then one shot out into a bunch of locals, they moved either side as it came nearer and nearer  then it blasted up a shop wall smashing all the windows and making it start to crumble downwards. One started to head for the chapel and split it through the middle and started to separate the square. People were now starting to run and screaming uncontrollably.

 A large mound started to grow from the ground, it grew the size a supermarket towering above the surround buildings.  Suddenly the now domelike mound fell into itself making a crater, lava was spitting from within this monstrous ditch. Cars were toppling down the steep slope of the ginormous crater. I pulled a car door open to shield myself from the commotion, two men mimicked my actions on a nearby car.  To my disbelief the cars that were rolling to the bottom of the ditch were catapulted with velocity, flying aimlessly in any direction. Unfortunately crushing the car the two men were hiding behind, thumping their bodies across the sidewalk like rag dolls.

The first tri-pod

I reached into the hole in the street touch the metallic looking rock putting my sleeve over my hand expecting it to be hot but to my surprise it was freezing cold. Crowds were gathering in the square I put it in my pocket to keep as a memorable as I slipped it into my jacket the ground shook violently.

 While the policeman started to back people away, cracks started to form around the hole people where gasping, then one shot out into a bunch of locals, they moved either side as it came nearer and nearer  then it blasted up a shop wall smashing all the windows and making it start to crumble downwards. One started to head for the chapel and split it through the middle and started to separate the square. People were now starting to run and screaming uncontrollably.

 A large mound started to grow from the ground, it grew the size a supermarket towering above the surround buildings.  Suddenly the now domelike mound fell into itself making a crater, lava was spitting from within this monstrous ditch. Cars were toppling down the steep slope of the ginormous crater. I pulled a car door open to shield myself from the commotion, two men mimicked my actions on a nearby car.  To my disbelief the cars that were rolling to the bottom of the ditch were catapulted with velocity, flying aimlessly in any direction. Unfortunately crushing the car the two men were hiding behind, thumping their bodies across the sidewalk like rag dolls.

To us that were left this was a horrifying sight, a metal claw-like leg heaved its way out of the pit and crushed the car that I was hiding behind throwing me backwards. I wanted to move but I was so shocked at what I was seeing, I couldn’t believe my eyes. A huge tri-pod looking robot rose from the centre of the crater, rising and rising, getting bigger, towering far over all of the buildings. People were running and screaming. Then it stood still for a moment and so did everyone else, wondering what was it was going to do. A frightening fog horn sound echoed over the town, then the giant started to shoot out heat rays, melting everything in its path. I ran…

To us that were left this was a horrifying sight, a metal claw-like leg heaved its way out of the pit and crushed the car that I was hiding behind throwing me backwards. I wanted to move but I was so shocked at what I was seeing, I couldn’t believe my eyes. A huge tri-pod looking robot rose from the centre of the crater, rising and rising, getting bigger, towering far over all of the buildings. People were running and screaming. Then it stood still for a moment and so did everyone else, wondering what was it was going to do. A frightening fog horn sound echoed over the town, then the giant started to shoot out heat rays, melting everything in its path. I ran…

First Man to Sail in Air!

Posted in Writing we do at school

41 year old Joe Lean became the first man to sail in the sky on Wednesday 30th 2040. Joe tells his story “I was in my ship tugging at the rudder to change direction I heaved and pulled then off it came just like that I was stranded isolated. Then I heard a low soft sound behind me I turned it was a turtle swimming in the air over my head I was gobsmacked then more came all heading in the same direction I was to shocked to think what to do next then I snapped out of it and ran to the bow and grabbed my rope on the way, once I got there I swung my rope round and round then I grabbed the turtle at the back with the rope he pulled my ship for a bit then he was just to strong and the rope snapped in halve. I was devastated at his monstrous body power. I thought that it was over but then I heard the same sound again I jolted around to see if I was dreaming and to my relief there was one last air turtle I didn’t know what to do so I decided that I would take the leap of faith and jump fortunately I landed on his/her back to my surprise it wasn’t hard or rough it was soft and smooth. We went on and on then I turned my head and I could see my ship in the distance.”

I wonder who will break the next world record?

 

Emperor penguins NCR by Olivia

Posted in Writing we do at school

Emperor penguins

Emperor penguins are the largest out of 17 species and have a hard, complex life cycle.

They have a grey and white waterproof plumage which grows darker as they become older and have claws to dig in to the ice to help pull them along. They also have a snowy stomach that deflects the cold and two tear shaped drops that come from their eye to their collar; that tells them apart from other penguin.

Antarctica is the windiest, darkest and driest continent on earth and has become home to emperor penguin and the temperature goes below -58 Fahrenheit they live in the frozen water but occasionally come on land and are the only Antarctic animal to stay on land for winter.  In their habitat the wind there can go up to 100 miles per hour.

Squid, krill, crustaceans, small fish and seafood are emperor penguins main diet. They go hunting  in the Antarctic water but have to watch out for their predators the Antarctic skew leopard seal and giant petrel.

These creatures have many adaptations. Such as when the weather is frosty their only defence is the group forming a tight shape to keep warm they also have small feat to cut down heat loss these birds can hold their breath for over 15 minutes and can dive 500 meters to the depths of the ocean. Their bodies are the shapes of torpedoes and with the help of their flightless wings they can speed through the water at 15 miles per hour.

Unlike other penguin the emperor has only one mate per year.it is 70 miles to reach the breading ground where the ice is thick so the chicks won’t fall through. But they will not start the journey until everyone is out of the icy water. The egg will come around early June. The fathers incubate the egg for more than two months whilst the mother retrieves food to regurgitate for the young to feed on. The fathers will go without food for 125 days maybe longer. But as soon as the mother return they will once again began their walk to the vast ocean.

Fortunately emperor penguins population is at around 600000 and are presently not endangered. But many scientists predict that their population may drop by 20% by 2100.

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My Arora Borealis Poem by Olivia

Posted in Writing we do at school

oliviaMy Arora Borealis Poem

A stunning scene of bright lights,

Glowing far in the distance.

Surrounded by a sky of midnight,

It’s mind-blowing stream of colours moving in every direction.

Making its way through this vast world,

A beautiful landscape appearing unexpectedly.

 

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Icebergs by Olivia

Posted in Frozen, Poetry, Writing we do at school

Ice being pulled to the sapphire sea,

Calving its way through Greenland’s open mountains.

Explosions of unbounded slabs crashing with roaring force.

Bulky chunks of aqua solid water drifting.

Exclusive icebergs floating isolated.

Rigid snowy blocks of beautiful cubes,

Gently rolling across the uncovered lands.

Stunning sky blue lumps bobbing along.

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