And yet she wept.
Seated in a wicker chair. Single drops of realisation fell from her blod-shot eyes.
Her knees danced from side to side, Collapsing into the air. The hollow ticking of the clock sang a soft lullaby. She screwed up her face.

The Decision of a Lifetime

Racing around the crowded streets of London, Sebastian ducked behind an old man, who just stared at him casually. "Young 'uns, eh," he muttered quietly, then slowly walked off.

        Sebastian wildly leapt to a marvellous oak tree, only to discover that there was a wide gap about three-quarters of the way down, that had appeared to be created by some sort of gnawing creature. Sebastian peered in and to his amazement it was hollow.
        Flashing lights danced around the room and deafening music played, making this simple oak tree in to a disco room. Sebastian wondered why nobody else had noticed. Although he was curious, he knew that there could be dangerous consequences, so there was a decision to be made, a decision of a lifetime... 

Lottery pain

                                                     Lottery Pain
I thought it would never happen the day he phoned. The day that my life would become nothing.The pressure was insane, the nation was listening and I crossed my fingers.He cheerfully shouted, "You've won the National Lottery!" I screamed but not with joy it was with pain! The last thing I felt was feet on my chest.The last thing I saw was a stampede of people charging over me. The money wasn't mine but who's was it?    By Ben and Osian

David Cameron's problems with society

Dear David Cameron,

I strongly disagree with your barmy idea that trees should be slaughtered my a mean, grisly, pancake-eating, lumberjack.

Sincerely, 

Fern Pineneedle

Dear David Cameron,

I'm fed up of being hurled around by a five year old. If this carries on, then, I shall ask my father,  Grisly Bearington, to come and bite your backside.

Yours not very truly,

Stan Bearington

This concludes David Cameron is wasting time on the popes resignation and ignoring these citizens.

Subordinate Clauses

Children. They lag behind adults. They're not as clever too. So when a subordinate clause becomes a main clause, mayhem occurs. This particularly occurs when one dies. It's not good. Bad, you could call it. Very bad. It happens often, but shouldn't. Why it shouldn't, no one knows. It's tradition. Tradition. A summary of thoughts. Thoughts that people, main clauses, have. Have about children. Subordinate clauses. But if a subordinate clause does the reverse, what happens? What happens? What? WHAT?





Sorry it's so random, doesn't make sense and have distinct sections.

Jake

'Friends'

He's gone; he is here but discreet. He left me. Stranded, helpless, wailing. There is no hope left. He went off. He is sitting on the granite now.

Not solitary, a girl is with him. She sits, her flowing hair slipping over the rocks. She radiates beauty. She must have stollen his heart. I don't want her to, but she does, she makes me jealous.

I grasp it. I prick my fingers, it's still sharp. I let the dagger go...

By Sarah Class 3

Trapped

Darkness. Surrounding me like a ink black cape. I felt the jagged walls, water dripped from the ceiling causing a shiver to run down my spine. A speck of light peaked through the opening I had fallen through earlier giving me a flutter of hope my hope immediatly disappeared when without warning a truckload of rocks tumbled down from above. It seemed like the world had fallen down, trapping me like a hunted animal.I to get out...



By Kitty, Lily and Becky.