Something Special

Here is a collection of stories. poems and places by children who enjoy to write and who write well.

Traffic By Holly

Trapped in My Dream by Jessica

The Old School by Tess

The Clock by Shelley

Trapped by Merryn

A Tree by Tess

Traffic

by Holly

Traffic runs wild, stopping and starting at the traffic lights. People walk on the side walks crossing the roads to get to the shops. Across the street sky scrapers stand tall as if they are swaying and about to fall.

Smog and pollution sets in the sky. Flats and buildings take over the space.

Most of the trees are not there and if they are they are bare , The only sounds are those of cars, shouts of people beeps and honks of car horns and machines..........

TRAPPED IN MY DREAM

By Jessica

"Goodnight Mum" says Ana as she stumps off to bed "AHHH" My Mum walks in , she's acting weirdly. What? ..She's got.....3 eyes....and....3 legs...Noooo. I pinch myself.... "OUCH" No ....it's s not a dream....my mum's an alien. "What's going on ? I switch on my bedside light. My brother Tommy is screaming. He must be dreaming , just like me! As I sit up to have a closer look at my so called mum. I see my best friend Cass floating past my window waving madly, with her she is carrying a candle with a dim flicker. My jaw drops.... I see storm clouds gathering outside ... in space? "What's going to happen next? Will we land on the moon or something?" I think. "NEXT STOP, EARTH'S MOON" says our....Pilot...? I close my eyes. Silent Darkness. I try to believe that it is all a big, scary nightmare. But I can't. I re-open my eyes and see a little bird with seven wings... Seven wings ? "Mum.... am I dreaming ?" I say frightfully

"Of course not sweetie, what would make you say that ?" she replies I'm Trapped" I think " I'm Trapped in my dream!!!"

The Old School

by Tess

On a very dark night the old school is not the place to be. You would rather be tucked into bed. But not Anna she wanted to explore.

Walking through the dark forests and over moss covered ground, She made her way up to the rusty iron gates. She climbed the gates and made her way to the school building.

A noise suddenly breaks the silence.

"Must have been a bird," she thought,

"A bird at night-time. Something must have disturbed it, She tries the door to the school. Mysteriously it opens in front of her. She wonders what fright will await her..............

The Clock

by Shelley

The town clock strikes nine. The swing in the park starts creaking. There was rubbish scattered over the ground. Left overs from the market. Walking over to the edge of the shore I could feel the coldness of the water cracking..........

TRAPPED

by Merryn

The keeper walked past. I crouched lower behind my bush, hoping he wouldn't hear my breathing. A lion stirred. My heart stopped, 'Please don't wake up," I prayed. 'I'll be dead in three seconds in here!"

The faint candlelight of the vet, with the attendant flickered somewhere far off. The meerkats had just settled down. 'If I wait here for just a bit more," I thought, "I could get out of here". Minutes passed. Finally I thought, that they must be asleep.

I crept out slowly so as not to wake the lions sleeping nearby. As I climbed the fence I looked up. Great black rain clouds were gathering in the ever darkening sky. The fence rattled, a cub started to whine. I quickened my pace, hoping it wouldn't rain, All around me were noises of animals stirring. In all the darkness nothing was silent.

As I climbed the last few metres an attendant walked by, carrying a torch. She waved it around a few times, up and down the wall, searching for the intruder that could disturb the lions this much. Suddenly, I slipped. I couldn't help it. Hearing my noise, she took her torch up and down, It lingered on my foot.

"Ah ha" she cried, the light of the torch shining in my face. I jump down, stumbling as I land. The attendant yells something but I don't hear. I keep running. The zoo starts to grow louder. The toucan screeches. The sound is deafening. I run faster. I stumble and hit my head on a bin.

The flicker of the keeper's torch grows brighter. I struggle to get up. I am trying to run. I have to stop, have to catch my breath. The keeper catches up, grabbing my top. I am caught. She slings me against the window of the admin office.

I am trapped!

A Tree

by Tess

There stood a tree Dark, twisted, broken So bare and cold Leaves scattered all around Grey bent roots. But now men, With gleaming bright chainsaws Cut this ancient tree And it falls into the darkness of death

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