Look what happened when Room 6 students could choose a sentence starter and write whatever they wished! The story sentence starter chosen is under-lined.
Have you ever noticed that some days seem much longer than
others? Well, this did. Not only that, but it was a big day for me.
Hi, my name is Ruby Cubis and this is the year 1887 on the 6th
of July. Want to know why it is a big
day for me? I have my wedding day
today. I’m being married to Harris
Shayne. He has thick, light ginger hair
and is very tall. I of course, have
elegant platinum blond hair in little curls and twigs that hang down my neck
with blossoms, alliums, and orange tulips in my hair. For my wedding I am wearing a hollow, silver
coloured frilly dress that shines and sparkles, followed by two big puffy
gloves that I wear on my hands.
It was scary for me, and the reason why is because I am only
21 and my parents did not teach me adult life basics if you intend to
pleasure. Right now I am in my horse
carriage riding to Fiona Fields, a beautiful, calm place packed and filled with
life and greenery, as well as a giant maze.
It was 11.35am in Belgium and I just arrived at Fiona
Field’s. I was having trouble getting
out of the carriage because my dress was so big! I glimpsed around the place. All I saw was men and women dressed up fancy,
greenery and a water fountain by the river gazebo. I gulped and walked around as I slowly went
over to my parents, sitting on the wooden seats.
“Well, you look very well dressed,” said Lucas Cubis, my dad.
“Indeed,” said Pacifica Cubis, my mum.
“Yes I am,” I said slowly.
“Well, you better get going my dear, it will start in 15
minutes,” confirmed my dad
“Okay,” I sighed and walked away.
All of a sudden, I was absolutely shocked when I saw all of
these stands selling food and other classical stuff, and all the people! I don’t have that many friends!!!
Three minutes later, I heard the gazebo bells ring. I thought, “Oh no, it’s time!!!”
I looked at the gazebo and everyone was there. I guessed I was supposed to walk there, so I
did.
I heard a slow, steady voice say, ‘Harris, do you take Ruby as
your dearly wedded wife?”
“I do,” Harris said.
“And Ruby, do you take Harris as your dearly husband?” He
said.
All of a sudden, everything was quiet. I was quiet, then all of a sudden it came out
… “I CAN’T DO THIS,” I said, and ran off.
I couldn’t see where I was because a leaf was covering my
eyes. Then it happened, I suddenly
trampled over a clump of ferns and leaves and fell backwards off a cliff. I was screaming like mad. I was looking down to where I was falling and
it looked dull, dimly like. As I fell it
started tuning dimmer and dimmer and dimmer.
I knew where I was falling into … the middle of a spooky swamp! Just then, I landed there – in the middle of
the dull swamp.
I looked around the dull spooky place, a sight of swampy
trees, ponds with lily pads and for some reason, wonky wooden bridges.
“Hello?” I yelled, as the sound echoed around the area. I decided to look around.
My dress was all wet now and my flowers were ruined and damp!
“Oh no!” I said, looking worried.
I tramped around looking for help, and then, “Ahh!” I fell into a pond, then swam up and spat out
the water.
“Gross!” I yelled. Then
I looked up in the sky, “what is that flying thingy?” I asked. It was flying down to me.
“Wait … is that a … (gulp!)
I was eaten by an eagle.
Written by Leo
Everyone had a partner but me.
What was I supposed to do now?
Well, I could bark meanly, but James will growl at me, so I guess I
shouldn’t do that. Never mind, I’ll just
forget about it, maybe if I keep my snapping jaws closed I’ll get some
treats. All my other friends have a
partner and they’re yapping happily, so why do I feel so sad? Yes!
That’s why! I know why, I’m
jealous inside my furry body. I’ll get
some revenge right now, and I don’t care if I get told off by James. Here goes.
“Hey you guys, who wants a fight in my backyard?”
Ten dogs put their paws up.
Great this is brilliant. I get to
attack ten juicy bodies. They might be
quite furry, but who cares? I’m going to
get my revenge now.
“Hey, if you do, come right over.”
“COOL!” They cried.
We started off by walking, then trotting, then galloping
across the shiny gravel road. We finally
arrived sore and thirsty. Some dogs
couldn’t walk, but I care one little bit, since I was going to get revenge.
I had to give them a good time just before they died, so I ran
around my kennel to a sheep paddock.
Then I went and fetched two yellow plastic buckets and filled them with
water. I was panting like crazy, but I
kept running. I ran all the way back to
the smelly sheep paddock and tipped a little bit of water from each bucket,
then ran back to the gravel. All the
dogs had three massive laps of water each.
Then they followed me to my doggie play-pen and set up the arena.
I invited one dog in at a time to fight with. The first dog was Travis. I used all my doggie kung-fu moves and broke
one of his back legs. He started to limp
off sobbing.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.”
I invited another dog called Bandit. He was really strong. Suddenly my eyes went black and my body
stopped. Then I realised what had
happened to me. I had sadly died. Bandit had bitten into my neck and he shook
me. All the other dogs were terrified.
The next day when my owner found out, he cried and cried and
cried. He rang up the funeral people and
arranged an appointment for a funeral for me.
The next day it was my sad funeral at the Flower Gardens. Bandit was there too. He was smirking away like mad.
I was in a beautiful paw-print coffin. Then James said some lovely words and placed
me underground in my paw-print coffin.
After the funeral James went in a bright yellow taxi to a pet
shop in Gisborne and looked around the place.
He finally saw a really scruffy, fluffy puppy for sale that looked just
like me. He took it home with him and
called it Rover.
Written by Amy
Goats, sheep and chickens belong on the farm, not in the
library!
Slam! Crash! Bang!
That was the sound of the door slamming against the wall as a goat, a
chicken and a sheep thundered into the library.
They sprinted everywhere, knocking books off shelves and causing chaos
everywhere.
Out came the librarian, sauntering down the hall.
“Who’s making all that racket?” She demanded.
Everyone was silent for a moment. Then a little girl bravely spoke up, her
voice quavering.
“Please Miss, it was the f-f-farm animals,” she stuttered.
“O.K.” The librarian said. “Out!
You filthy, muddy, grotty beasts!
Get out!!!”
But the threesome continued charging around the room like
lunatics – the goats horns poking through the middle of the encyclopedias and
dictionaries. The sheep’s feet ramming
into the bookshelves and flipping them right over, and the chicken running
amok, clucking and laying eggs on the cushions in the story corner!!!
Everyone was horrified, even the strict library!” Exclaimed
the librarian
And that was indeed the end of the sheep who cut himself on
barbed wire and had to be shot, the goat who was killed for its horns and the
chicken who’d found its way back to the farm, got excepted back because of its
scrumptious eggs.
The proud chicken lived happily ever after and laid many, many
eggs, but sadly the others did not even have funerals.
Written by Alex H.
