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Elsie Locke Writing Competition

For my silver badge I am entering in the Elsie Locke writing comp. This is my piece I am entering in the competition. Hope you like it :)

A long time ago, when my great grandmother, Mary was just a little girl, she was out walking in the bush when she came across something shining in the sun. Wondering what it was, she walked over to find a minuscule music box. But this was no ordinary music box. Shaped like a miniature castle with little people coming in and out of it each heading off into the forest.  The music box was not what Mary had expected. She watched the little people for a short time before she decided to follow them. She hid amongst the trees and crouched silently behind large stones.  They all seemed to come to a stop at an uneventful looking grey rock wall. As each little person arrived they reached out as if to stroke a small clump of moss, and as Mary looked on a sliver of darkness opened up in the solitary rock wall. Then the little person who had just arrived, walked inside. So when the next little person came along Mary crept in behind them. She walked into what appeared to be a small crack in a rock, but before her very eyes she saw an enormous cavern.

A noise!

She turned and strained her ears...

… a creature no higher than Mary’s own knee stood at her feet. She stood in shock, wondering what she should do. As the scaly creature walked a smidgen closer he looked up at her and introduced himself.

“Hello, my name is Tika.  I come from the Land of the Underworld and I am here to take you to there.”

“You don’t be afraid of me” he giggled. “I will become as your friend once you get used to us.” Mary took a deep breath and mustered all her courage before she crouched down and said, “What do you mean by us? Are there more of you?”

“No no!  We will meet some new people on the way,” he whispered, like a frog with a croak.

And so it was that Mary and Tika  set off for their adventure. They clambered across a rocky riverbed before climbing up a small rise to a carpet of lush green grass.  They walked on untroubled. But little did they know that they were about to get themselves into a lot of trouble. Unsuspecting and tired they sat themselves on a fallen log, but once they glanced up Tika  realised where they were. They had just arrived at the Wild Whispering Woods. The taniwha stood up “We must go, before they come.” Mary was confused. “Where must we go? Before who come?”

“The stoats, they will come if we don’t leave now.  Come on.”

They rushed onwards but after a while tired again and slowed down. Out of the blue came a slim, sneaky stoat.

“Now what do we have here?” the lean stoat said with a lowered voice.

“We’re too late.”  Tika whispered to Mary. “They will want to fight!  Stay strong.”

“ONWARDS!”

On his command bucket loads of stoats poured out, like water out of a tap flooding towards Mary and Tika.  They ran as fast as they could but their opponents ran faster. The stoats dived on them and they were washed underneath,  into the wave, and slowly started to coil up. She gasped.  Mary’s eyes flew open as she sat up.  Her heart racing, she realised it was just a silly dream.

 The end

Gran Mary Poem

This Is a poem I made for my Great Gran Mary when she past away A of week ago. Hope you like it

How to make a paper heart with only 1 cut

Step one: Have a A4 piece of paper

How to make a paper heart.
You will need:
An A4 piece of paper                                                                    
Some scissors

Step one: Have you A4 piece of paper 

Step two: Fold your piece of paper in half  

Step two: Fold your piece of
 paper in half

Step three: Unfold and fold top right corner

Step four: Fold top left corner and flip upside down

Step five: Fold top half down to the line  

Step three: Unfold and fold top right
corner

Step six: Top corners fold down

Step seven: Fold lower mid corners down

Step four: fold top left corner and
flip upside down

Step five: Fold top half down to the
line

Step eight: Make a small cut down the middle and fold in.

Step six: Fold top corners down

Step seven: Fold lower mid corners

Step eight: Make a small cut and then fold them down

My Poem Recording

This is me recording my poem. Hope you like it:)

Description for the Cobblestone path

Description for Cobblestone path

If this colour that means I have used them.

Shape: Rectangular

Size: Small cracks

Number: Thousands of cracks

Texture: Rough

Doing: lying, Motionless

Position: Old court corner

Colour: All Greys, Rusted, greyish blue

The Cobblestone path

WALT: write poetic writing

Cobblestone path

As the children play I get older and weaker.

All day and night, I lay there motionless.

The light blues and greys, faded and turned to rust.

* I am as rough as sandpaper although some children are so tough that they can walk in their bare feet.

*Thousands of cracks, the colour just black, start to suddenly grow.

The rectangular path fits perfectly in the old court corner.

Nouns-simile-enjambment *

Verb-preposition-adverb

Adjective-repetition-pronoun