Creative writing talent!

Below are some snippets of writing from a range of students .... this Friday their finished story is due and will be published. I look forward to the finished work!!

 It was graveyard silence that greeted me, the kind of silence that injects fear into your bloodstream, the kind that amplifies your heart so it’s beats pound through your ears, the kind that sends shivers down your spine every time your feet clash against the ground, and the kind that wraps firm, chilling hands around your neck, strangling you. It reminded me of the Shadow World, the only place I could ever call home, despite the blood curdling screams that swirled amidst the harsh winds. - Kate

As we gather in a huddle in the middle of the cold wet hard floor the smell of dead bodies and blood looms in the air. As my brain aches from thinking of battle plans tension builds up in the room. Finally we decide.

“ Touchfire turn invisible and scout out where all the guards are” I demand.

“ You got it” Touchfire exclaimed.

Quick as a flash Touchfire returned. “Report back Touchfire” I bark.

“ There’s one guarding the front of the empty room, one at the side door of the food room and one in the corner guarding the dungeon with the guard dogs in it” Touchfire reported back.- Caitlin 

Day Three

River Glin. Perhaps the most mysterious river in the land. No one truly knows what hides beneath its rapids. It is also the deepest. Legend has it that there is an evil creature lurking beneath the river.

“Bah! It’s all a myth, I tell you!” Athor dismissed. “It’s all just made up by some old crazy guy. No offense, Touchfire.”

“None taken,” Touchfire said. “But I suggest we find a way across the river, and fast. Krill’s minions can’t be far behind.”

“Agreed,” Nazir replied. “ The question is though, how do we get across?”... Ethan 

Whispers fill the dark rocky dungeon as large shadows sway side to side . Peeking out of the cold empty room my heart skips a beat as Athor sprints out the cracked wooden frame and into the sight of hundreds of guards.

Swinging his axe like a maniac he hits a few legs on his way out as he races out of the hard concrete walls.

Guards suddenly tighten their grip around the taped handle of their sharp rusty swords

“Quickly” I say, “Athor has distracted them … now we can make a move”. Aimee

Beldon managed to put his sharp sword up whilst on the ground, when the Orc was in mid-air. His sharp sword penetrates the Orc and it’s heart rolls out and down the hill.

“Are you ok?” shouts Littleluka, whilst the rest of the party sprint up the hill to see if he’s ok.

“Help, he’s absolutely teared my ankle apart!”

Beldon rips off apart of his already torn shirt and wraps it around his ankle. Then ties a secure knot. 

“We better head off, before they send anymore Orcs.” says Nandisena. Mac

As Gimli’s feet clattered down the stairs into the dungeon his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the crackling torch, he began searching the small brick room. He saw it - the magnificent gold plated chest. He gave a shout of glee instantly regretting it. That shout could attract guards and the operation would be blown. There were footsteps coming down the stairs. Gimli spun around drawing his sword in the direction of the stairs. Out of the shadows stepped Little Joel the hobbit.

“ Why did you shout?” he whispered.

“The chest- it’s here” said Gimli, “go get the others.”  Sam