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March 27 2017

Harpenden Writing Competition Success!

Giuseppe Loporchio

Explosion 2: YEAR 3 WINNING ENTRY

 

 

The Catch

By Isla Fox from The Grove Junior School

Beside a village, next to a shallow pond, sat a desperate little fisherman. Tired and upset, his chin was down, lips trembling and his arms were drooped. “I’ll never be able to feed my loved ones,” the little fisherman thought. He was holding a rod which had a string for a line. So far the little fisherman hadn’t caught anything.  Suddenly there was a tug.  The fisherman reeled in the fish and there before his eyes was a meagre little gold fish.

The fisherman’s smile faded away and his expression changed back.  Then he heard a yelp, it sounded stressed. “What could that be?”  he thought.  The sound emanated from behind some shrubs from an angry looking fox! The poor beast was tied to a tree. Suddenly he was face to face with a dilemma!  “Should I risk getting bitten and help it?” the fisherman asked himself.  His eyes were wide, eyebrows raised and his body tilted. “I will help it.” he decided.

He got out his knife and plunged it into the rope. The fox pounced on the little fisherman and sniffed him.  The little fisherman’s eyes were wide with terror but the fox simply jumped off him and sprinted to the fish, grabbed it and ran off! The fisherman was furious!  His face was scarlet, his fists were clenched and his eyes were tiny with rage. The little fisherman started to chase the fox.  The chase was on!

The little fisherman was getting more angry and more determined to get back his catch. Soon the two came to a tall, vast, mountain. Without hesitation, the fox scampered up. “Wow!” the little fisherman said to himself.  Finally, the little fisherman climbed up the tall vast mountain.  It was extremely foggy so the little fisherman couldn’t see. In the distance, he spotted the outline of the fox. The fisherman dived at the fox hoping to receive the fish.  However, before he had even touched the creature, the fox hurled the fish into the mist.

Unexpectedly the mist cleared, revealing an amazing, huge, magnificent lake.  Inside were shoals of different sized fish.  Out of the corner of his eye, the little fisherman spied something huge and gold.  Turning around, he saw an enormous fish with scales glistening in the sunlight.  The little fisherman’s eyes were wide, his face red with joy and excitement.

Without warning, the fox nudged him softly with a large twig.  The fisherman gently took the twig from the fox and fashioned a rod.

After a few attempts at casting, the fisherman finally hauled in the gigantic fish with glistening scales and a smaller one for the fox.  The fisherman tossed the smaller fish to the fox.  Content, the fisherman heaved the giant fish over his shoulder, turned and walked away.  Once the fisherman was gone from view, the fox faded away into the misty sky.

Many years later, the fisherman handed the fin of the enormous fish up to the gods to say thank you.

Explosion 2: YEAR 4 WINNING ENTRY

 

 

 

 

 

Sapphire and the time travelling wheelchair

By Jessica Lucas from The Grove Junior School

Sapphire was an ordinary girl.  Eight years old, she had blond hair, her eyes were as blue as her name suggested and her skin was orchid white.  She loved to wear dresses and her favourite colour was pink.  The only thing she did not like about herself was she had to have a wheelchair.

            Sapphire couldn’t remember the accident that happened the day before her second birthday.  She couldn’t remember her parents either.  She knew they were dead but she still had hope of finding some foster parents.

The room in the care home where Sapphire lived was totally pink.  She had painted her room when she was three with the help of her 6 year old friend Ruby.  She was staring at the walls when out of the corner of her eye, next to the panel on her wheelchair, she noticed a button.

            Suddenly a voice in her head told her to press the tiny red button.  The four zeros on the panel immediately started to whizz around.  They stopped when it read 2008.  The year of the car crash!!!

Sapphire fainted from the shock.  She woke up in a bush. After a short while she peered out wondering what to do.  Where was she?  Cars zoomed past her as she appeared to be at the side of a motorway.

With a booming noise and a shattering of glass a grey car crashed into a red car.  The red car came off the ground, span around and landed on its roof.

The ear piercing noise of all the other cars screeching to a halt made Sapphire scream.  Total silence followed and then sirens accompanied by a baby screaming. She saw the fire man try to walk with a two year old but the baby could not. She realised she was watching herself being strapped onto a stretcher by a paramedic.  She was whisked away in a flash of blue lights and sirens.  Then Sapphire herself, with a puff of smoke found herself back in her room.  She didn’t believe what had just happened to her until she saw a twig stuck in her wheel.  That was reassuring enough but what did it mean?  Had she really just gone back in time? Who would believe her?

Sapphire couldn’t keep it in anymore so she wheeled herself off to find Ruby.  Ruby was in her room as always so it was pretty simple to find her.  Words tumbled out of Sapphire’s mouth so that Ruby could not hear her.  She told her to calm down and went to sit next to her and cuddle her.  Then Sapphire told her very slowly what had happened so she could understand.  Ruby didn’t believe her so asked if she could make it happen again.  Sapphire told her she might be able to make it happen.  The next day they pressed the button feeling very, very nervous and wondering where they would set foot.  The numbers on the panel whizzed once more and ended up on 2007.  The year before the car crash!

 

 

Explosion 2: YEAR 6 THIRD PLACE

 

 

 

 

New Life

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Mariam Al Badry from The Grove Junior School

        Glowing, blood red lava covered our island, a blanket of death descending on us all. All beauty was instantly destroyed; the gardens, the waterfall, the beach, everything. Smoke and sulphur-both deadly substances that can take an innocent life in a very cruel way- lingered in the air. So many killed, so many waiting to be. Including me. Every time I took a breath, it was like inhaling poison, with each movement, I was dragging myself towards death and every time I looked around, I was reminded of the ruthless murderer that ruined my life. Perhaps it would have been better if I did die; if I died, she wouldn’t have had to. I will never forget her amber eyes, her long eyelashes and her thick black hair. My mother’s smooth, honey brown skin and loving smile. I should have just died.

But my father (especially after my mother’s death) had no intention of letting us wither away and die. Suddenly, two days after the eruption, he sprung the news on me that we were to leave the island instantly. Although I hated the thought of leaving without once visiting the grave of my mother, I knew it was the right thing to do. I grabbed an old photograph of her and went with him to find a boat. There was no point in packing, as the volcano stole what little we had.

Rusty and small, the boat which we had found in the harbour belonged to my Uncle. We knew there was no need to feel guilty about stealing his boat for the journey; I tripped over his body (lifeless and cold) on the way to the harbour. I will soon share his terrible fate. Trembling violently, I walked away without looking back, for if I had, I would surely have fallen apart. Like I did on those first nights of the journey.

When I first slept on that rickety boat, I was so exhausted that oblivion had swallowed me whole, giving me no dream at all. But such luxuries you can only have for so long. Night after night, reliving my mother’s last few moments. The main parts were always the same, her shoving me out of our smoke- filled house, the door jamming shut with her still inside, me watching uselessly through the cracked window as she suffocated, my father’s grip on my hand as he dragged me away- the despair in my eyes reflecting in his. However, some of the things I am unsure of change every night, bringing new horrors to me every time I sleep.

It wasn’t just the nightmares. We battled starvation, treacherous weather and dreadful illnesses. Will it ever end? Will we ever find hope? So many unanswered questions. Although I had long since lost track of time, it felt like years, decades even before we saw it.

Lights.

Shining bright in the darkness, giving us that spark of hope when everything was lost. Because now we could finally have a new life.

 

 

 

 

 
 
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