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You have to create a leaflet for a Year 4 child explaining how to keep the heart healthy.
You will need to include the following sections:
Title – How to keep your heat healthy.
Introduction.
Smoking
Exercising
Eating healthily (Diet)
Drugs
Too much salt – other factors?
Also think about presentation – what images could you include, could you include lift the flap features or other visual things to attract their interest?
Websites to use:
https://www.brighthorizons.co.uk/family-zone/family-resources/blog/2016/02/look-after-your-heart
Posted by bpsmrscrofts | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on January 29, 2024
https://kidshealth.org/en/kids/heart.html
https://www.bhf.org.uk/informationsupport/how-a-healthy-heart-works
Year 6 please use these two websites to research the job of the heart
Posted by bpsmrscrofts | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on November 29, 2023
use this link to access the circuit simulator and test your circuits. Make sure you measure the voltage and the brightness
https://phet.colorado.edu/sims/html/circuit-construction-kit-dc/latest/circuit-construction-kit-dc_en.html
Posted by bpsmrmurphy | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on November 11, 2023
The Door
Door 66 was at the edge of the eerie hallway.
The door stood silently, with a glass panel which was barred. The large silver handle was rusting and the oak door had been decaying for decades.
The landlord placed the melting candle on a wooden stool, reached into his left pocket and pushed it into the keyhole. Then he looked beside him; ‘What are you waiting for?’ the lady whispered nervously. ‘We’ve got to hurry up!’ The landlord smiled; he could hear the fear as her voice trembled. With his wrinkly hand, he tugged the key, then pulled the handle.
The door creaked loudly. It opened, very slightly.
Wind burst through the black slit. He picked up the candle, then shoved it into the lady’s hands with a thumbs up. She frowned. She didn’t like the idea of going in; until one of the doctors came, with no tongue, pointing eagerly at the door.
The lady stood back; heavy rain banged on the framed windows. She gazed at the door for a moment, as she knew she wasn’t coming back. The landlord held the handle and pulled the door. He felt his hands go numb. He snatched the candle from the lady with a chuckle. She felt threatened.
Slowly, she walked in. The door slammed.
Bushra Idris
The Door
The door was the 13th in the school.
The door was blocked by a metal gate carved with Ancient symbols. The gateway was rusty and heavy, The wooden door was studded with black nails and it had panels that oozed like red liquid.
He remembered when the head teacher told him to never go through the door then the cleaner said the door has been there for 13years. There was a very old lantern by the door and it had the number 666 on it.
His bright green eyes burned with a cruel light. He asked the cleaner if she had the keys for the door and was frightened to open the door. His heart was beating fast. The cleaner asked him. “What are you waiting for?” He heard a scream behind the door and stepped back. The light was flickering. He got
goosebumps.
As he slowly went in the door slammed.
Alex Metrivski
The Door 🚪
It was dark, gloomy afternoon, The sun was setting. It was a winter day. It hadn’t stopped raining for months. A dark door, just like the night sky, was at the end of the street. It was a heavy oak door – number 666 – trees surrounded it.
She had just came back from school after a long day. The rain had drenched her from head to toe. She took the short way home. Suddenly, she came across a dark black door camouflaged with the evening sky. She tried to open it but it would move. She saw an old lady sitting outside a blue house.
The old lady, with thick light brown hair that shone in the sky, eye’s like the deep blue ocean looked, at the girl. ”Need the key?” said the old lady, smiling. The girl slowly reached her long arms out. Then she got the key not knowing that she would never see daylight again.
She anxiously walked over to the old woman. grabbed the key held it tightly. The old woman gave her a smile – a creepy disturbing smile. It gave her chills of the spine. Then she started walking up to the door and opened it. She stepped inside. It made a loud smash sound that sounded like a lions roar. Then everything went silent.
Then everything went silent..
You could still hear the old woman’s giggles from outside the door. The little girl stood in fear. She tried to escape but the door would not budge. Hesitantly she kept walking until she reached a pathway leading in different directions…..
Godiva Osei
The Door
The entrance was blocked by an oak wood door carved with ancient symbols, which were smothered with red liquid.
In the cold corridor, the floor was covered with dark, brown dust, which had lingering footprints of unknown guests and a feeling of fear filled the air.
The landlord took his key from his torn pocket. “Go on. Open the door,” the spy snarled with a smirk on his face. Nervously,the landlord pushed the key in the keyhole and turned it with his shivering hands. The landlord grinned; he knew fear when he saw the spy’s emerald eyes staring into the darkness.
The door went towards the landlord’s face. It opened. Slightly.
Damp smell oozed through the black slit. The landlord took a big step back. He gestured with his hands; it was now the time to enter. He had no tongue to speak with; she’d made sure that he kept her secrets.
The spy panicked; a draught moved his hair. He glared into the moonlight. ;And from what I’ve heard’, the landlord thought, ‘this is your last time you are going to see the moonlight’. The spy took a minute torch from his pocket. He pushed the door. The landlord watched intently as the spy’s red beard blazed like fire. Slowly, the spy went in.
The door closed.
Voices echoed.
Screams.
Lex Sreekumar
The Door
The door was the last one in the ward.
As the bulb shone over it, it showed it was locked; an anchor was resting against the door, and the chequered floor was covered with flaked paint. There were carvings on the door; they looked like devil horns.
The patient put the light on a shelf, took a strangely shaped key from his pocket, then shoved it in the key hole. “Well then hurry up.” the visitor barked. “Let me see what she hides in there.”
The Patient grinned; he knew terror when he heard it. With all his might he turned the key anxiously then a shower of rust fell onto the cockroach infested floor.
It opened just a third. A damp small filled the air. He stepped back in terror, reluctantly gave the visitor the lamp, and pointed at the wall. He had no eyes to see with. They made sure of that. This was the point of no return.
He entered.
He tripped.
Grabbed.
Corpse.
Elias Williams
Posted by bpsmrmurphy | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on October 27, 2023
Here’s a few links to the games we have played during this half-term. Why not have a go at them over the holidays!
Factors and Multiples
https://nrich.maths.org/factorsandmultiples
Nice and Nasty
First Connect 3
Posted by bpsmrscrofts | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on October 27, 2023
The Door
The door was down the gloomy stairs in the eerie hall it was the last one. The light flickered on the ancient door which was blocked with wood that had scratches and unknown pictures on it.
The young orphan boy stood and took his lighter from his pocket. He brought out a mysterious key and opened the dusty ancient The wizard growled with madness. “Harry up kid”. “I am tired of waiting for you” “ I didn’t come to wait in the rain” He tapped the door with his shaking hand. The young child stared at the wizard. He had weird symbols on his hat and his eyes were glowing red. He knew danger when he saw it The wizard wasn’t so big and terrifying after all.
It opened just little Darkness and and an unpleasant smell oozed from the sewers. Chills trembled down his spine. The door didn’t seem to want to open. Was that flowing you could hear? The door opened. Cold air came out. Then the door close…
By Calvin Anash (6D)
The Door
The door that was wooden, stood at the end of the stony path. The door was covered with shade and darkness. It’s rusted hinges look like they were about to fall off . The decaying door looked as if no one had used it in a long time.
The woodcutter halted, he took a deep breath as his rough hands extracted for key out of his jeans pocket. He put the key into the rusting lock. The child groaned furiously . “ Hurry up ! “ he yelled . “ I don’t have time! “
The wood cutter looked at for child his hair which was dyed fierce red. he knew anxiety when he saw it . This child wasn’t so brave on the inside.
He turned the lever ; the door opened, an inch. A dark shadow, Peeked out of the door. A stench of wet moss stained the air. The woodcutter stepped back and jerked his head. He pondered what was hidden inside…
Ross child stopped a breeze caught his red hair and he looked down the path like he missed home. He might not see home again. The woodcutter pulled the door all the way open. The child stroked his four leaf clover.
The child went through the door. The door close.…
By Kelvin Adam (6D)
The Door
The door in the cell was in the middle of a curved path. Mysterious ancient symbols were shaped into an oval on the bloody cell door and spiders moved around the handle.
The guard stopped and turned on his torch and pointed it at the prisoner. The guard glanced at the prisoner and the unusual tattoos that made his neck. He Knew fear when he saw it. This prisoner wasn’t so big inside.
The door opened, just a little bit. Eerie voices echoed in the darkness. He stepped back, gave the guard the torch, he moved his head. He wondered what she kept on the other side … the prisoner took a deep breath; his heart was jumping, and he looked around to see what was on on the other side, the other side. He saw a shadow walking behind him as he went inside. The door shut …
The man went in.
By Emelia Burke (6D)
The Door
The door was the last one in the hallway. As the lights flickered on top of the door, it showed it was locked. The door had a shiny cover and the handle was covered in dust; it hadn’t been used for many years. The girl’s hand was trembling with fear as she reached out of her pockets for the key and accidentally dropped it on the floor.
“Get on with it!” exclaimed the brother “I want to see what he keeps in there.” The girl glanced at him and the unusual scars that marked his arms. She smelt panic when she saw it.
The key turned and the door opened just a little bit. You could hear that there was someone inside. The sister hesitated, a draught moved her hair and she backed up from the door as if she longed for light.
The sister held up the torch and pushed the door ajar. as the brother watched her carefully she went inside and clutched the necklace (that her mother had given her). She hoped for the best but feared for the worst. The door slammed shut behind her back.
SHE WAS GONE…
By Mama Cisse (6D)
The Door
The door was hidden in darkness at the very end of the hospital hall. It was the only door with no door knob. Lanterns flickered while the cobwebs danced on the hinges of the door.
The dwarf put the torch on the floor and reached for the bunch of keys on his belt. In the magical room , he stared at the doctor; if he should trust her but when he realised who she was, his heart turned cold. The dwarf sighed desperately, “Get to it old hag, he moaned I haven’t travelled all this way to wait.”
The doctor with a key opened the door just a fraction. He knew he would be punished. He heard screaming, he smelt rotting creatures and his hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
He crossed his fingers and pushed the door open he stepped in. The door suddenly closed
Harrison Birch (6D)
The Door
The door in the courtyard was at the centre of a narrow path. Odd ancient symbols had been carved on the walls and old spikes stuck out at the top of the door. The handle was cracking; no-one had opened it for many years. Sharp spikes lit up on the door, which seemed to scowl in the moonlight.
The Landlord stepped and lit his lantern onto the scientist. With his body, he put his hand into his big pocket, brought out a key and inserted it into the keyhole. The scientist growled loudly.” Come on hurry up old man,” he snarled, I haven’t come here to wait in the freezing cold!” The landlord stared at the stranger and the tattoos that marked his neck. He knew this scientist was scared to death.
The door opened just a tiny bit. Eerie voices echoed in the darkness. He moved back, gave the scientist the lantern, and jerked his head back. He wondered what she kept on the opposite side. . .
He went to catch some air; his heart was pounding and he looked around to see what was inside. He saw a shadow lurking. That was the last time seeing any light before there was total darkness.
The man walked in slowly. The door shut.
By Ayaan Mahmood (6D)
Posted by bpsmrscrofts | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on October 27, 2023
This week in Year 6 we have been learning how to create suspense in our writing. Our stories use a closed door as the stimulus. Have a read and see whether they leave you on the edge of your seat…
The Door
The trapdoor was embedded in the forest floor. As the sunlight weaved through the tree leaves, it showed that it had been hidden; twigs sprawled across it, and the edges were splintered, decaying from the years of forgetting it had even existed.
The lumberjack placed his axe on a tree stump, reached for a key that hung across his neck and slid it into the keyhole. “Hurry up, you old man!” the visitor snarled. “I haven’t come here to watch your little pantomime!”
The woodcutter smirked. He knew hesitation when he saw it. He twisted the key with a hand and the door creaked open. Its stiffness seemed as though it was unwilling to reveal its secrets. The smell of oil squeezed through the tiny gap that the door had allowed to open. The visitor strained his ears; was it footsteps he could hear? He wondered if he had made the right choice.
The stranger paused; a breeze drifted through the forest and he gazed back to the muddy trail as if he longed for the laughter of his neighbours. And from what I’ve heard, the woodcutter thought, you won’t be hearing much of them ever again. Then the stranger lowered himself down the trapdoor. The lumberjack watched his face carefully in the dim light and his rough hands as they grasped a crucifix that swung from his neck. The visitor went in, cautiously. The trapdoor slammed shut.
By Elva (6D)
The Door
The door to the abandoned caravan was covered in masses of rust and grime. As the sun shone onto the roof of the caravan beams of light flickered over the top of the door, revealing mysterious red liquid that had been smeared over the edges. Surrounding the handle were studded black nails, making it nearly impossible to open it.
The teenager stumbled and stared, reached into her backpack and pulled out a dirty crowbar. Breathing heavily, she quickly turned around .“Get on with it,” the older boy grumbled. “Are you scared to open it or something?”
The teenage girl glanced at the boy and his unique skull tattoos that were all over his arms. She lodged the crowbar into the door and pulled at it as forcefully as she could. The look on the boy’s face made him seem not so scary after all.
The door opened, just a fraction, and the hinges screeched like a screaming child. The stench of decaying flesh wafted through the air. Was she smelling dead bodies? She retched, backed away and pushed the young man closer to the door. She wondered what the owner kept hidden on the other side of the wall…
He paused, clamping his hand over his mouth and nose, wishing the stench would fade away. A gust of wind sent a chill down his spine. He resisted the urge to shiver; he didn’t want her to know he was afraid.
Then he took a deep breath, put out his hand and pushed the door. The girl watched intently as he muttered a silent prayer under his breath.
He went in hesitantly. The door slammed shut…
By Sumaya Aslam -Hulme (6D)
The Door
The door to the cellar was at the bottom of an eerie staircase. It had an unknown language scratched on the iron and cracked stained glass. There was a rusty steel handle which had not been used for decades. Dim-lit torch light flickered on the damp wall which seemed to sweat.
The bald inspector shone the flashlight on the creepy door. He looked through his keys and with a trembling hand, dropped most of them on the dusty floor. The assistant sighed impatiently. “Hurry up.” he spoke with a gruff voice, “ I haven’t got all day!”
The inspector smiled; he knew that the other man was afraid. They both turned the key, then tugged and tugged. The assistant’s narrow eyes glanced like a lightning bolt, his jet black hair swayed in the draught and he had bony long- fingered hands.
It opened, just a little bit. Quietness and a rotting odour came out. He took one step back. The inspector gave the torchlight to the assistant and pointed to the scary door. He had no tongue to speak with; he was frightened. He was curious about what she kept on the other side …
The assistant gulped, a light breeze shivered down his spine and he saw the inspector. He whispered in his head “ Don’t do it.” The inspector thought “I won’t have an assistant after this.” The assistant shone the flashlight and pushed the door. It creaked wider and wider. The inspector watched his assistant intensely in the light of the flashlight. He tightened his black necklace.
The assistant went in slowly. The door closed.
By Jasleen Kaur (6D)
The Door
The door was the one and only one in the flight of stone steps with carvings along the wall. Beneath the decaying oak door was a carpet, which used to be bright red, but now was as grey as cement. Cobwebs danced on the hinges of the door. Moss crept up the door like a crawling baby.
The police officer was alarmed, he shone his torch at the stranger and hesitated to recognise him. As soon as he realized who he was, he searched in his belt, brought out a key and placed it in the keyhole. “Hurry up you old man,” he rattled,“ I would already be in there if it weren’t for your trembling old hands!”
The police officer glanced at the stranger and the marks that surrounded his eyes. He knew fear when he saw it. His smiles were so small it was easy to tell that they were fake.
He twisted the key and the door opened, just a fraction. He knew he would be punished if he told the secrets. The foul odour filled their lungs. They struggled to breathe fresh air. The only thing they smelt was… suffering.
The stranger paused; he looked up and felt the warmth of the sun for a moment. He knew his home was far away.
He crossed his fingers, took the torch and pushed the door. It swung open. He stepped in the room of darkness. The door closed.
By Gajan Saravanabavan (6D)
The Door
The door to the boiler house was at the bottom of a flight of stone. Cobwebs cohere the ways. Paint flaked off the old ‘ dusty door. Moss covered the corners. At the top was a roust latch . The brass handle were masked in stains of blood.
With his big strained eyes. The big man glanced at the door and grabbed the rusty key from his shopping bag . His bong , long fingered hands dropped the key to the ground . A child , with little puffy brown eyes, looked on. “Excuse me, do you need any help?” said the anxious child.
The big man looked at the child who felt as cold as a skeleton. He panicked when he saw it. The key turned, the hinges squeaked and the door creaked open slightly. Something and clipping liquid echoed. The big man’s heart was thumping. He wandered unattended.
Not the other side… The big man gulped , child grinned he Kew the man was terrified.
Putting his hands together, he closed his eyes and muttered words. After opening his eyes, he took a big sigh and pushed the door open.
The big man went in. The door closed.
By Dilraj Singh (6D)
The Door
The door was the only one without a number. The corridor in the derelict prison stretched for almost a mile and every door had a number apart from this one. Sharp nails stuck out from the middle and it was covered with rusty metallic bars.
The guard limped, he had been walking just to get to this cell. “Hurry up I don’t have all day to waste here,” bellowed the former prisoner. The guard fiddled in his pocket as the former prisoner sighed, “I could have been in there by now you stupid guard.” The guard grinned, he knew what would happen next…
He took the key and pushed it into the keyhole. He didn’t dare say a word. The former prisoner started to sadden. Suddenly, the door opened. It opened just a third.
A stench of blood filled their nostrils. He handed him the key and started to back away. The former prisoner hesitated as liquid dripped on his hair. He stared at the fire exit as if it beckoned him to go home. And from what I’ve heard you won’t be going there any time soon, thought the guard.
The former prisoner held his mom’s ashes that were in a necklace that swung at his neck.
He went in slowly never to be seen again…
By Muhammad Sheraz (6D)
The Door
The door was the only one in the tunnel under the graveyard. Flames flew right and left as the howling sound got louder and louder. The door had some symbols that were hardly seen; oozing blood covered them all. Thick cobwebs full of poisonous spiders were as big as a cloud.
The watchman got his lantern as his hands shook like jelly. He looked right and left before he got out the key(which was as old as the dinosaurs). The bossy visitor from the east controlled his anger as the watchman fiddled with the old rusty key. “Come on l am not waiting all day!” commanded the stranger, “I want to see why this place is so special.” The watchman looked at him suspiciously.
The watchman smirked; he knew guilt when he saw it. Sweat dripped on his forehead and trickled down his neck. The watchman knew that, he was excited to go in but anxious to never come back and see the light and feel the warmth again.
With his weak hands, he twisted the key, then slowly got the key out, as the door creaked. The door opened just enough to let a person in. Squeaking and a sour smell spread out of the door. He jumped back; the darkness was enough to make someone blind. He gave the lantern to the visitor, as he slowly went backwards. He had no ears to hear with; the landlords knew he was dishonest.
The visitor stood like a statue for about an hour; he knew there was only a little chance he could come back as he stared back carefully, remembering his happy moments up there.
After that, the man quietly prayed for protection. He pushed the door as the door creaked loudly. The stranger secretly went in, quickly. The door shut.
By Ranjot Singh (6D).
The Door
The door was carved into a rotting tree in the centre of the cemetery. It was dimly lit with flickering lanterns which showed it was overflowing with cobwebs. Rust chipped off the nails from the bottom and blood covered the cobbled- stone floor. The large brass handle was engraved with a poisonous spider.
The wizard trembled with fear and reached into his rugged, old cloak. He took out a key with the same poisonous spider design as was on the door. His hands quivered as he slowly reached for the decaying key hole.
“Hurry up, I didn’t come here to sit around! I would be in there if you weren’t so slow.” The witch growled as she drummed her long bony fingers on a gravestone. The wizard glanced at the witch and saw her reddish curls that cascaded down her back. Soon he knew that her hands quivered as she glided her hands across her hat. He knew that she was horrid on the outside but terrified on the inside.
The key turned… the door groaned open as the stench of rotten flesh consumed the whole cemetery. Was that screeching I heard thought the witch. The sound of cries and liquid dripping gradually seeped out as a bitter chill fell upon them.
“Tell me what that dreadful lady keeps in there” cried the witch.
The witch gulped; she stepped back as her arms shivered and looked at the road; no one could save her now. The wizard’s face formed a smile.
The witch held a tiny lamp close to her face, kissed the floor for luck and went in. The door slammed shut…
By Sanaya Kaur (6D)
The Door
The door in the forgotten hospital was the last one to survive. Unusual drawings carved on the mouldy, wooden plates had been taken over by smeared blood. Sharp needles stuck out by the rusty hinges. Cobwebs surrounded the steel handle; it has not been opened for many years. Dimmed torchlights shone from behind the door.
The inspector stopped and thought as the scientist reached into his pocket. He pulled out a filthy key and extended his arm, then placed it in the rusty keyhole.
“Pick the pace up! I don’t have all day!” Snarled the inspector.
The inspector gazed at the scientist’s peculiar looking piercings that were spread across his face. He knew trouble when he saw it. The scientist didn’t look scary after all.
The scientist turned the key in the lock, then tugged the handle, the door opened only a fraction. A foul smell of rotting flesh snuck out. The sinister sound of heavy breathing caught their ears, they wondered what she kept on the other side…
The scientist froze; a blow of cold air moved his hair, he glanced over to the inspector. He longed for warmth and joy. And from what I’ve heard, you won’t be seeing those anytime soon. The scientist held a candle to the door and pushed it open. The inspector watched his face nervously in the darkness, and his fingers, which were crossed.
They went in, the door closed behind them…
By Vada Alfaro (6D)
The Door
In the abandoned storage room, was a door covered in mysterious ancient symbols. Beneath the heavy oak door was moss, cobwebs and spiders. The dying fire flickered on the old wooden wall that was covered in cracks.
The caretaker came to the door in fear searching for a key that led to a mysterious pathway. The stranger said in frustration “Get on with it, I didn’t come here to play!.” The caretaker trembled as he heard her voice echo.
After a few minutes, the caretaker found the key hanging on a fraying rope. When he touched the key a stench of rotten smell oozed through his nostrils. A big gust of wind hit him and overcame him.
The key turned and the door glowed green; it wasn’t like a normal door opening. A loud screech came from the other side of the door, the man wasn’t sure where it came from, the caretaker stepped back as the stranger smiled; she knew he was afraid to go in.
The caretaker did the sign of the Cross and went in, the stranger thought “you won’t be able to see your family again”…
By Emmanuel Ifeanyi (6D)
The Door
The door was carved into the back of the hospital building, faded ancient drawings and symbols spread across the rusting metal. Clumps of moss covered the chains and locks that made it almost impossible to open the door.
The old man grunted, stumbled towards the door, reaching into the darkness and put his trembling hand into his pocket. He brought out a shining silver key and extended his arm to the lock. The massive, man hit him on the back and bellowed, ”I don’t have all day get a move on,”
The small man turned to face the stranger tower above him and stared at the messed up piercings that took over his face; he knew trouble when he saw it, this man wasn’t normal.
The stranger snatched the key from the old man’s hand and fitted it into the keyhole; the door opened slowly with an ear-piercing screech. A horrible smell oozed out of the door and replaced the fresh air with its odour. The sound of dripping liquid and heavy panting could be heard in a distant. The old man wondered to himself, what could be behind this door?
The big man doubted himself as he stepped on the first step of the long spiral staircase; he didn’t look so big anymore as he glanced back at the tiny man with plead in his eyes “I just know you are scared”, the old man murmured to him self as he rolled his eyes. So the big man started his long journey down the everlasting stairs.
By Lael Fashawe (6D)
The Door
The door was the only one with the name of the classroom. It was surrounded by cobwebs and moss; nobody had been there since it became abandoned. Strange old rulings were carved into the rust. Sharp nails, which looked like devil horns, were embedded in the handle, which made it hard to open.
The old teacher paused and lit a candle from the flaming torch on the wall. Then she put her hand in her pocket, reached for a key, took it out and placed it on the lock. The woman sighed impatiently. “Get on with it,” she moaned, “ let me see what he keeps in there!” The teacher glanced at the woman and the unusual piercings that covered her face. She knew fear when she saw it. The woman wasn’t so brave after all.
With both hands she turned the key, then opened the door just a fraction. A shower of dust waved in the air. The smell of death oozed through the room. She felt her neck tightening. The woman strained to listen; what was that dripping she could hear? She wondered what was kept on the other side.
The woman took a deep breath; she shivered and her hair stood on edge. She felt a long way from home. The teacher grinned. She gave the torch to her. The woman held the torch above her ears, and slowly started to open the door. She clutched the necklace that her mother has given to her before she passed away and whispered a word to herself.
The woman went in, slowly. The door closed
By Amelia Majid (6D)
The Door
The Door was deep down in a narrow path. Mysterious ancient symbols were carved into the ivy covered door and cobwebs danced around the handle; it had not been used for many years many. Lanterns flickered on the gloomy walls.
The elf stumbled in the darkness, took a lantern from the wall and reached into his heart. He brought out an odd key and inserted it into the trembling lock.
“ Get on with it” the wizard granted and with a whack he hit. The elf stared at the wizard’s unusual Sapphire eyes. He knew stress when he saw it.
The wizard pushed the elf into the door, which opened just a fraction. The wizard listened closely. He heard footsteps, and his heart is pounded. He paused, a breeze move his fingers, he looked back at the jewel corridor as if he lungs for a happy thought. From what I’ve heard, you won’t feel well of those for long, the elf thoughts. The wizard took a deep breath held of the lantern and pushed the door.
He went in slowly. The door swung shut.
By Christina Yankey (6D)
The Door
The door to the boiler house was at the bottom of the flight of the stone steps. Cobwebs covered the walls. Paint flaked off the old dusty door. Moss covered the corners. At the top was a rusty latch. The brass handle was covered with blood.
With nails like claws, the tall woman took out the key slowly out of her hand bag (she got it from her mum before she got kidnapped at night). A little child with ocean blue eyes said “Excuse me, can you tell me the way out of here”? The tall woman with golden coloured hair turned around and said “ Sorry little child but there is no way out”, she said quietly. Her veins like rivers on a map. And the little child with toy weapons in his pocket glanced.
The young woman turned the key. It opened a little. A smell of death oozed through, they could hear a loud scream echoing. The young woman felt her heart thumping. The little child realised big secret.
She took a big breath, the little child crossed its tiny fingers and looked like he was about to cry.
The woman went in with the little child holding her hand.
By Casey (6D)
The Door
The gate in the back of the garden was there only one there. Eerie vibes came from it, mass covered the gate, a old metal chain blocked it and the was a rotten smell leading to the gate. The floor was made from marble and rust surrounded the bars of the gate.
The dwarf looked at the elf’s wrinkly face. He knew stress when he saw it. The elf wasn’t so scary after all.
The dwarf opened the door, then kicked it open but just a little. It seemed like it didn’t want its secret to be exposed. A nasty rotten smell sneaked past them. The elf froze as he looked at the door, he made sure that the dwarf kept his secret. He looked at the door as he heard heavy breathing.
He froze; the wind moved the elf’s hair, the elf looked at the exit as his eyes begged for warmth and light. From what I have heard you won’t be seeing those again.
Slowly, slowly the elf went in. Before he could speak, the door closed. Screams were heard from inside. Blood leaked out..
By Amelia J(6D)
To be continued…
