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  • Emily & the Busterplunks

    by HollyPJ

    The Busterplunk clan were not the sort of people you would want as neighbours. They lived a somewhat noisy and chaotic existence: Their rubbish lay strewn around outside their homes, foul-smelling and slowly rotting for weeks at a time. Their parties would frequently stretch late into the night, with cackling and howls echoing into the air as far as a mile away. Their clothes were often dirty and creased, and they took little care over personal hygiene. More than all this: They were rude and mean, and would never leave a waitress with a smile - let alone a tip.  Also, they were witches (Did I mention that part?) They lived up on the moors among the purple heather, under a powerful char...

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  • Easter Sunday - Eggstraspecial Day

    by Carlotta

    So eggcited !   Eggsquisite weather ! New life Birds singing Bells ringing Forget the strife Just for this day ! A fun day A sun day !

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  • Iceland Air

    by Eugen

    Islands of cloud shadow on the sea Criss cross con trials above the blue The music plays, and I ease back and sigh Tired and grey, but on a natural high In between space I am free Like the clouds between the sea and sky.

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  • White caps glimpsed through white clouds

    by Eugen

    Like clods of white earth the clouds flow in furrows above a wind whipped sea. Aloft, cocooned in our tube, we cannot feel the raw edge of nature below. How safe we feel; how beautiful it seems. We are just a glimpse to the ship struggling through the peaks and troughs below Like gods over our coffee, we absorb his whole world, just as background to our thoughts He may feel the danger but are we any safer ? Complacently sipping our drinks – at lunchtime – we float in our own little world. Waves do not move when you see them from above – as the ship shudders below. Cushioned by air – how fickle the flow sustained by our fires, cheating nature herself Apart from t...

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  • April & May

    by HollyPJ

    The firstborn arrived towards the end of the night on the thirtieth of April, and was named after the month of her birth, while her younger sister arriving soon after was likewise named May. They were very close, but very distinct from one another: April was very good at noticing things that other people missed, the tiny but important details. She had a great memory and was excellent at solving puzzles and riddles. May was the performer of the pair, good at jokes and impressions, always making people laugh. Often when people who did not know the twins met them for the first time, they mistook May to be the eldest, as she was usually the first to speak and very outgoing. But it was April w...

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  • My Witch

    by JumpingJules

    There’s a witch in our shed Or so I’ve been told With hair like a princess And beautifully clothed She rides a silver broomstick With a very friendly mouse All around our garden Flying over our house Her eyes are bright blue Her lips deep pink She tells you funny stories How scary animals shrink She uses her wand To freeze bothersome boys Replace them with fairies Unicorns and toys She takes from our fridge Our food that’s so cold For spells and magic potions Turn brothers into toads Our kettle is her cauldron To boil all her spells Always leaving our kitchen With the most delicious smells There’s a witch in our shed Or so I’ve been told I wanted to m...

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  • The Magician's Orphans- Chapter one

    by dellie0209

    Chapter 1 Cirque De Lune, 1912 Under the rule of King George V     Three...two...one… The timing had to be just right. One second late or one second early, the trick could go horribly wrong. Sophie Derling counted down the seconds in her head, took a deep breath, and turned the cog in the back of the box that Monsieur Mysterioso had climbed into seconds before. The handle turned easily in her hand- it had been well oiled. The small trap-door in the back of the box sprung open and Monsieur Mysterioso stepped through triumphantly, passing discreetly through a door concealed behind the box, and disappearing backstage. Sophie breathed out. The trick had worked. This time. ...

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  • Crash

    by Anon

    A clap of thunder brings you back to your scences. The rain is pouring outside & you can tell a major storm is forming. The perfect weather. Its cold and dark. You & your family huddle together round the fire. The perfect setting. Hey you ! Wann hear a ghost storie ? Come here. No, closer. Im going to tell you about Borley House. Borley House is the official most haunted place in England. And then one day … no, hang on a moment lets not tell it like it’s a history lesson. The easiest way to tell it (& the scariest) is as if YOU ! Yes, you reading this page ! As if you are the character being haunted. Good luck ! HA HA HAHA HA HA H   A     A       A         A           A    ...

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  • What On Earth ?

    by Anon

    I stepped back fearfully, feeling my way through the darkness. ‘IT’ crept closer. My eyes widened. My hairs stood on end. Sweat pouring down my forehead, I took another slow step back and to my horror felt the wall against my palms. I was trapped ! The creatures red eyes narrowed at me. I could feel its hot breath on my neck and saw its razor sharp claws glimmer as the moonlight caught them. I began to panik. I croaked out a note of terror and tried helplessly to run, but I was paralised in fear. ‘IT’ took another step forward. Feeling my way along the wall, I desperately tried to hit a light switch. Suddenly with a growl like thunder ‘IT’ leapt at me ! Grappling with it, I felt ...

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  • The Mystery Pebble

    by Year 3 and Year 4

    Lexi and Lily were skipping home from ice-skating. Whilst there, they saw bright, vast ice. Weirdly, Lily whispered to Lexi “Can you see that dull, gloomy forest ahead?” “Yes I can.” replied Lexi. Just then, Lexi and Lily strolled into the dull, dark forest. “What is that?” asked Lexi. Lexi and Lily saw a huge, colossal Guinea pig with massive feet. The next morning, Lexi and Lily woke up and saw that they were on top of a bush covered in footprints. They went to the doctors to have the footprint dust removed from their body. A few hours later, Lexi and Lily were in a boiling, vast bed. Moments later, Lexi found a green, shiny pebble under her pillow and Millie had one too. They ...

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  • A Christmas Bauble Adventure

    by Year 3 and Year 4

    Lily and Chloe, who were two best friends, were rapidly running home from swimming club. Surprisingly, it finished early at 8 o’clock. They were running down and ancient, crooked path and it was too dark to see even a metre away. Down by the ancient, broken house, Lily noticed a colossal, bright, green light. She shouted to Chloe “Look at that Chloe!” Chloe turned immediately. “Wow! What is it?” Chloe exclaimed. For the next ten minutes, all was silent. Suddenly, they heard an ear-piercing, banging drum sound. A few seconds later, they found themselves scrambling through a bush then they discovered that it was a massive Christmas bauble. Chloe thought it was a decoration since it wa...

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  • Sunset

    by OwainPJ

    If your sun is setting in the west, Do not watch where it has disappeared But turn your face to East And wait for it to re-emerge !

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  • Lily's Secret Time Machine

    by Lilia

    About the author  I am only 7 but I always love a good story. One day I thought I might want to make a story book. My cousin Courtney love’s reading and making stories.  Chapter 1  Lily’s secret Time Machine  Once upon a time there was a brother and sister. The sister was the oldest and the brother was the youngest. One day Lily had a idea she wanted to build a time machine. Lets build it tomorrow said Peter then it will be more exiting. So they went to sleep and waited until the next day.  Chapter 2 Building the time machine   Lily got up first she woke Peter up and she said it’s time to build the time machine. So Lily got to work it took them all day. Finally they fini...

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  • Sweet Architect

    by Emmiasky Ojex

    Sweet architect! I hope you are listening to the clamors in my head I hope you see the pain I feel in my chest I hope you see that I really am trying my best Sweet architect! I hope you’re seeing the tears my eyes harbor I hope you realize that my heart sobs I hope you see me in my origin as someone with naught Sweet architect! I hope you see my soul is a mess I hope you see me try again and fall back on earth I hope you see my laid back at night trying to reach the heavens for help Sweet architect! I hope you see me wishing I could change Become a better person in this age I hope you see that I have been damaged Sweet architect! I hope you see the need I need I ...

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  • IMAGINE

    by Emmiasky Ojex

    Imagine a world for no and everyone Where we all are here to be as one and to save the world Where we have no differences at heart despite the differences at hand and our nations can all relate with one happy and unified mind Imagine a place like home that is not your or my own Where we could shelter as many people it could condone a home with fights and get back togethers Where nothing is left in our hearts to keep that might lead to someone’s death at night Imagine a dreamland, not this wander-land we think is a wonderland Where the only thing we seek is profit over feelings Money over family and corruption over redemption But such a land that is rich in the manna we have...

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  • A PRINCESS TODLER STORY

    by Anon

    ‚ÄčIm a Princess, but a todler, I like to run around and play with toys, however, im not like the others, they all follow the rules, be polite, and they always play with my hair all the time which is annoying. My oldest sister is Megan, she is 17, she never leaves the house without her fan. My next eldest sister is Maria, she feels like she is the most famous of us all, she is 14, then comes the prince, he always uses his manners and never leaves the house without his pet hamster! Now we have Georgie, she is super kind, she would always help someone out, the only thing annoying about her is that she invites her friends round to play with me, she is 9. Now we have me, 3 years old, the most c...

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  • First Day At School

    by Roger McGough

    To celebrate Roger McGough's 80th Birthday on 9th November 2017 Litrasaurus is sharing one of our favourite poems of his.     A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, other children? So noisy? So much at home they Must have been born in uniform Lived all their lives in playgrounds Spent the years inventing games That don't let me in. Games That are rough, that swallow you up. And the railings. All around, the railings. Are they to keep out wolves and monsters? Things that carry off and eat children? Things you don't take sweets from? Perhaps they're to stop us getting out Running away from the les...

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  • Flora and the Hedgehog - no more extinction allowed

    by Carlotta

    It was one of those gentle days in June when the wind was kind and headed off the intense heat of the beautiful sunshine. A day when all seemed well in the arms of mother Nature. Flora was in her garden just amazed at the glory that her garden endowed. Butterflies and bees just feasting on the pollen from all the wonderful flowers busily collecting and taking home to make honey. The doves were coo-ing and the sound was so reminiscent of all the summers she had enjoyed in the past. They  had just brought her a letter from home where her parents had said that they anticipated that the struggles in her home-land might soon be over and that they hoped that it would be soon that it would be sa...

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  • Bedtime

    by Cindi Walton

    It was an hour before bedtime and all through my room  My toys were all scattered and sensing their doom To the toy box they went and the blocks to their bin One broken mermaid who was missing her fin The books on the shelf and dolls in their crib One minus her shoe, the other her bib Puzzle pieces picked up and returned to their box My ducks in a row as I looked at the clock Five minutes to spare,” now what should I do?” No time for crafts or gluing with glue My door flew wide open and Papa walked in Smiling and winking he said with a grin “Five minutes to spare come give me a hug!” And he squeezed me real tight and we fell to the rug He tickled, I laughed and we giggled so...

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  • Poet's Calendar

    by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    JANUARY  Janus am I; oldest of potentates;   Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates,   The years that through my portals come and go. I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow;   I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow,   My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men.  FEBRUARY  I am lustration, and the sea is mine!   I wash the sands and headlands with my tide; My brow is crowned with branches of the pine;   Before my chariot-wheels the fishes glide. By me all things unclean are purified,   By me the souls of men washed white again; E'en the unlovely tombs of those who ...

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  • The Crayon Box

    by Cindi Walton

    In the morning when the sun came out The crayon box would loudly shout Time to rise and greet the day Soon the kids will want to play Green and yellow, pink and blue Wonder what they’ll do with you Black and orange, and apple red It’s time to leave your comfy bed Color mountains or skies so blue Crayons have a job to do Stand up tall, because here they come Time to color…Oh what fun

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  • A Poem for Summer

    by Niamh Campbell

    In the Summer Holidays, No wind rustles in the trees, I have the best adventures, Running away from bees, In the Summer Holidays, There is sand between my toes On those days I visit the beach, In the Summer Holidays, Every so often a butterfly , Lands on my nose!!!!!!      

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  • Old Papa Saves the Balls

    by Cindi Walton

    Old Papa goes golfing almost every day He gets in his cart and heads on his way He takes out a ball that’s shiny and round And places it gently on a tee in the ground Taking his club from the back of his bag He plants his feet firmly with a zig and a zag Swinging his club and following through The ball is now soaring and knows what to do… It lands on the greens and not in the pond, Where many balls land, Of which they’re not fond A ball that is lost is so lonely and sad Old Papa will find them and soon they’ll be glad. Each night after supper when Old Papa’s ate, He heads to the pond before it gets late He tromps in the...

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  • The Tiger

    by Niamh Campbell

    I was sitting in my room when I heard a growl from outside my window. I stopped at the noise and I got up and walked  slowly towards the window and looked out. Nothing was there so I went back to my desk and went back to doing my homework. I just wondered if that noise was familiar  with me, that growl, that sneakily going away, could it possible be my favourite animal, The Tiger? I ran to my mum immediately to tell her that I had heard a growl outside my window and it could possibly be a Tiger. Unfortunately, my Mum didn't listen and told me to get back to my homework. I sighed and went away to finish my arithmatic. Later that night when I was just about to go to sleep I heard the growl ...

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  • The Art of Being Three

    by Cindi Walton

    I like being me and I like being three Not two, not four, just me being me I really like dirt and any dirt will do Dirt on me dirt on them and even dirt on you I like Popsicle sticks and Popsicles too Purple on grapes and blueberries blue. I eat with my fingers and drum with my spoon  And dream of the cow that jumps over the moon Why is the way my sentence begins  “Do monkeys eat donuts, do mermaids have fins?' “Why must I nap?  I'm really too old!” “Why do you say, "Do as you're told." “Why can't I run out into the street?  Haven’t you noticed I'm wearing two feet? “Do dragons breathe fire, do skunks really smell? “If you haven't held one, how...

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  • The Search for the Fruit of Life

    by Sebastian

    Samuel was in his room when he found an old book. “Hey, Paulin, Kamarou, come check this out!” “Yeah?” called Kamarou. “It’s an old book – and come see what’s inside!” Sam called back. They came along and marvelled at the book. They opened it slowly, carefully, and saw the small black writing. Paulin read aloud: “Near Mont Sokbaro is a treasure, the Fruit of Life – “ “Woah… stop! Did it say, ‘treasure’?” interrupted Samuel. “Yes,” answered Paulin. “We’re explorers and treasure hunters, right?” Kamarou asked. The three men nodded in agreement. Samuel looked out of the window of his small wooden hut in the ancient village of Ketou, with his two oldest friends side by side and said ...

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  • JHONTSY'S MATTED HAIR

    by Raviranjan Goswami

    In a remote village of India there lived a little girl,whose name was Jhontsy. She was a beautiful and witty girl but she hated combing her hair. Therefore her hair were often rough and matted. Her village was near a forest. Her mother used to go to the forest to bring some dry wood sticks, which she burnt outside her house to keep away wild animals and fight the cold weather. One day Jhontsy accompanied her mother to the forest. She followed her mother care fully but suddenly there appeared a leopard in front of them. Jhontsy got afraid and started running away. Why running she passed under a thorny berry tree, Unfortunately her matted hair got caught in a loosly hanging thorny branch...

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  • Heavy School Bag

    by Raviranjan Goswami

    Take off my back, My heavy school bag. Please let me play, And enjoy the day. Sure I’ll read the next day. Take off my back, My heavy school bag. Do I need to read All the books,all the day.

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  • An Old Seaman's Song

    by Anon

    Life is a river and man is the boat That over its surface is destined to float And joy is the cargo so easily stored That he is a fool that takes trouble on board We all have our taste of the ups and the downs As fortune dispenses her smiles and her frowns O, may we not hope of its frowning today That tomorrow she'll lend us the light of her ray I would not that man without caution should steer Through the quick-sands , the rocks that encircle us here Be honour his compass, the magnet his breast Let him stand to truth's cause to fate leave the rest There is plenty of sunshine, then why choose the shade? Half of the trouble that comes o'er us our own fears have made Then go...

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  • Pig Chef

    by Sacha Saucek

    Butter-yellow sun shone down on the baking hay of Chestnut Farm. Crackles, a flesh-pink pig, spent his time in a jagged, cosy, muddy pen. Opposite, dwelled Chick Pea; a feathered, comical hen with a fantastically razor-sharp beak. To her left was Gallon, an extremely proud black and white cow whose milk had a taste like gold. Farmer Beefy was a middle aged man, of middling height and middling weight, who always slept in the middle of his bed. One night, after he had thrown his animals their nightly food, Crackles, Chick Pea and Gallon held an important gathering. “ We’re all getting bored stiff of this food!” clucked Chick Pea “I’ve had enough of these revolting meals!” mooed Gal...

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