WRITING+08

=Our writing at the moment is poems and stories I have written two stories and two poems.=

 **The Hunt For My Spoon!

Most birds have a lucky feather, I don’t I have a lucky spoon. Well that was until yesterday when I woke up to find that my spoon was gone, stolen, disappeared. That spoon was my life it was my luck so when I lost it was like you losing your baby.

I decided I had to find it. I started my journey on a hot dirt road searching and searching. I followed the road for many miles until I saw an old barn in the distance, I flew up to it as fast as possible....

I heard a small sound coming my way from the back of the barn I quickly jump behind a barrel and watch carefully I see an unusual sight a turtle and cat strolling dopely along. The cat basking in the sun with the turtle snuggled in his arms. I decided to approach these animals to ask if they know where my lucky spoon is. I wearily flew out from behind the barrel and fluttered over to them then timidly asked if they had seen my spoon or if they knew were I could find it. The cat looked up in a daze “I don’t have it” he said. “But you might have better luck at the magic mushroom field where we were yesterday” I replied thanks and carried on with my search.

I decided that the mushroom field was not a bad idea as I went on with my search there. After spending around four hours I decided that my spoon was not there. Just as I thought I had ran out of luck I stumbled across a huge desert...........

I was exhausted from my travelling and didn’t mind this place too much so I decided I would spend the night. I set up camp in a tall tree and fell asleep right away. As I awoke I saw in front of me.... “My spoon!” I yelled as I got closer and it got further away. After chasing it for a few minutes I came to the conclusion it was a mirage. Feeling unlucky and disappointed I flew my way home. When I got there I flopped my self onto my bed to be rudely awoken by a sharp pain to the back of my neck, I jumped up and chucked the pillow off my bed to find ......, “MY SPOON!”** 

THE VERY FIRST ACTIVITY.

===**It was a quiet autumn morning and the sun was filtering through the window. The house was deserted, they were all out doing things, I was alone. With my heart in my mouth I crept up the attic stairs looking to continue the exploration that had been interrupted so suddenly yesterday. Gently opening the door I peered in, everything was still the same, no-one had been up. I breathed a sigh of relief and moved over to the rickety shelves in the corner. A beam of sunlight clawed its way through the high window and shone on the pile of old newspapers I had stacked up by the bottom shelves in an attempt to reach the thing on the top shelf. Some were scattered on the floor where they had skidded when I jumped and ran yesterday. I still didn't know what had made the noise! Gathering the newspapers and courage I gingerly climbed on to the stack - it shook more than a bit. Using the shelves like rungs I was just able to reach the object I had seen. Panic and exertion made my fingers tremble as they hooked at the hard dry surface. Pulling it off the shelf I skied down the newspaper stack and landed in a heap on the floor.The object landed solidly beside me.Looking down I saw it was a very old book with a crinkled and cracked cover. I picked it up and gingerly opened it to the first page. It was covered with dust. I blew gently and these words leapt off the page.**=== ===**‘Lola’s journal’, this made my spine shiver. I knew instantly who Lola was, but I never had know how little I knew about her and what these pages would unfold. My Dad would always try to avoid my immense questions about my ancestors, but mainly about my Aunty Lola. He would only ever say that it was a tragedy but the way he said it was unusual like he was hiding something. I have heard rumours from my cousins that our long line of family were horrific murderers or criminals who stole thousands of millions dollars of gold and every so often I would here the tale of the Matsukawa derailment.**=== ===**As I open this book the first words already uncover a mystery, I read 3.11.70, this was seven months after my Aunty Lola’s disappearance. I studied this incase it was a mistake but it was clear. I read on, “Today I live my 220th day in solidarity. I have not seen daylight in many months and have not had a decent meal. I get feed the leftovers, most of it a dog wouldn’t touch! I want to get out but the door is locked and the windows are panelled. I want them to hear my scream but the walls are sound proof and no one walks by. I have learned to not yell as it is pointless I want to save my energy till the day I break free. I am going to break free and run from the man who put me up here. I thought I could trust my own brother.”**=== ===**I slam the book closed and with all my might chuck it across the room. With a thump I fall to the ground and scream. The only brother Aunty Lola has is my Dad, my Dad! I back up to the wall huddled with my knees to my chest sobbing. I hear foot steps and quickly hide behind the pile of newspapers holding my breath and panicking. I then realise that the footsteps are coming from inside the attic, I’m curious now and back out from behind the newspaper. Emotions rush through my head, am I scared, happy, relieved? No I’m frightened! A familiar face appears except now boney and ragged. “Come give Aunty Lola a hug dear”.**===

Everlasting memories  ==**lonely boney gentle everlasting cold breakthrough tough wrinkly sad death peaceful love harmony eternity lost despair forgiveness silence old fragile sorrow memories rekindle sou** l    == 

<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 231, 255)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">**The old man sat in silence**
===<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 231, 255)">**Remembering the sorrow of lost memories**   === ===<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 231, 255)">**That he thought had disappeared for eternity**   === ===<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 231, 255)">**The death and despair rushed through his mind**   === ===<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 231, 255)">**Too much for his gentle soul**   ===

<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><span style="color: rgb(0, 231, 255)">**by Katelyn and Sam**
<span style="color: rgb(245, 10, 219)">Time stands still **
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**<span style="color: rgb(61, 243, 245)">the soft ray of light **

 * <span style="color: rgb(55, 245, 251)">no one screams **

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==<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">**This is my funny story we had to choose four subjects who, what, where and zanny then write a story about all four subjects .** == ==<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">**I picked out A sloth with chicken pox and diar rhoea an underwater cave a treadmill in a car and a blue flying pig.** ==

<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">**SO THIS IS MY STORY**
<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"> =<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">__**Sid the Sloth**__ = <span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)">

==<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace">**<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">3years, 4 months, 2 weeks, 7 hours, 52 minutes and 32 seconds ago Sid the sloth Jr. was born. Unfortuantly Sid was never a normal kid he was born with <span style="color: rgb(0, 196, 255); font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif"> <span style="color: rgb(4, 236, 35)"> <span style="color: rgb(244, 6, 17)">CHICKEN-POX-N-DIARRHOEA disease. Poor Sid he was forced to go on a journey to find the one and only doctor that could cure him Dr Pox-Arrheoa Davis Snr. Snr. Snr. This very talented doctor was bought nto this world by his mother Davina the bald eagle and his father Marvin the blue pig. So thats how<span style="color: rgb(249, 6, 6)"> <span style="color: rgb(237, 33, 33)">FLYING BLUE PIG. ** == ==<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">As Sid was searching for this doctor, he came across a big wooden building with shiny silver metal lettering spelling "Any Appointments-appointment required". He walked in and a lady asked him what hes looking for. He replied "A doctor named Dr Pox-Arrhoea Snr. Snr. Snr." The office lady said he lives at 535 Slothland crest. Too bad for Sid he is going a bit deaf and heard 531. So on his journey he continued. == ==<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">**<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif">Sid soon gave up searching for this doctor,  <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">He had driven past 531 Slothland Crest at least five times and each time he went in it turned out to be a closed down toilet paper factory that was giving out free toilet paper. Sid had twenty-five rolls now. Puzzled, and certainly, definitely very lost, he went to ask for directions. **  == ==<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">**<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"> <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">He casually strolled into the nearest building. Looking around he found himself in an exercise equipment store. The shopkeeper and his huge moustache stood straight up as soon as he laid eyes on Sid, as though he never got a customer. “How may I help you?” he asked, with a fake French accent. “I was wondering if you could tell me where I could find Doctor Pox-Arrhoea Davis Snr. Snr. Snr.”       **   == ==<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">**<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"> “<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">I will, but only if you buy a treadmill.”       **   == ==<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">**<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">“Sure”, Sid replied. He had been thinking about trying to lose weight for a while now. Sid gave the money to the shopkeeper and in return he got his treadmill and a business card with directions on the back. Satisfied, Sid put the treadmill in the back of his car and drove off. <span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">      **  == =<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="color: rgb(231, 13, 13); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif">        = = = =<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)">**<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">Sid followed the directions and they led him to the end of a pier. He stopped the <span style="color: rgb(248, 22, 22)">CAR WITH A TREADMILL in it and looked at the card, then drove off the pier, immediately finding himself in an <span style="color: rgb(237, 49, 49)">UNDERWATER CAVE with a sign reading Doctor Pox-Arrhoea Davis Snr. Snr. Snr. ** = =<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">   = =<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)">**<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">￼  ** = =<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">   = <span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"> =<span style="background-color: rgb(165, 253, 192)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif">   = =<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 149)"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif"> careers for characters  =

It was said that a new person had appeared on the block: a lady with a little dog. Caroline Gurov, had arrived a fortnight ago, and was fairly at home there. She was a young lady, very intellectual and sophisticated with fair blonde hair tied back in a neat bun. She was sure to fit in and in a matter of time and she began to take an interest in hunky workers and plump plumbers. Unbeknown to her there was rather hunky plumber living just opposite her Sitting in his kitchen, he saw, walking down the street, a fair-haired young lady of medium height, wearing a béret; a white Pomeranian dog was running behind her. Jimbob met her in the public gardens and in the square several times a day. She was walking alone, always wearing the same béret, and always with the same white dog; no one knew who she was, and every one called her simply "the lady with the dog." Jimbob was under forty, but looked far beyond his age.he was a grumpy plumber who would always frown. He was boring, cold and uncommunicative; but when he was in the company of women he felt free, and knew what to say to them and how to behave; and he was at ease with them even when he was silent. One evening he was dining in the gardens, and the lady in the béret came up slowly to take the next table. Her expression, her dress, and the way she did her hair told him that she was way out of his league. When the lady sat down at the next table three paces from him, a romance with an unknown woman, whose name he did not know, suddenly took possession of him. Afterwards he thought about her in his room at the hotel -- thought she would certainly meet him next day; it would be sure to happen. As he got into bed he schulduled his timetable for tomorrow in his head.

A week had passed since they had seen each other. It was a holiday and Jimbob was off work for a week. It was warm indoors, while in the street the wind whirled the dust round and round, and blew people's hats off. It was a quite day, and Jimbob often went into the diner, for a drink and a read. Looking across to the empty seat thinking about the lady with the dog, the door opened at the other end of the room. On a Sunday morning it was unusual for people to come to the diner so Jimbob was curious to see who it was that entered. The lady in the beret sat down gingerly and pulled out her book. Hours went by and the two were still sitting there, Jimbob not leaving because he wanted to stay in the presence of the lady and the lady not leaving because she was very intent on her book. Jimbob learnt a lot from staring at her. He learnt that she was shy and timid but also very dull. After a little while Jimbob bieleved he knew who this lady was and built up the courage to talk to her. He walked over and sat down and introduced himself. They clicked like two magnets and were opening up to each other in moments. They found that they were very similar, although Jimbob looked stern and grumpy he had a real soft spot. Jimbob found out her name was Caroline Gurov, He had wondered about her name for weeks and to find it was a great pleasure. They bonded like super glue and fingers.T hey spent years together and had overcome many obstacles. Until one day Caroline fell sick and was hospitalised. Months went past and her condition got worse. On her bad days she would be unable to move or speak. On her good days the doctors would let Jimbob in her room and it seemed as though in a little while the solution would be found, and then a new and splendid life would begin; and it was clear to both of them that they had still a long, long road before them, and that the most complicated and difficult part of it was only just beginning.