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  • Shona

    by FrankCottrellBoyce

    When Shona lost her phone she thought that was the Worst. But there was something worse than the Worst. Because, even though she had no headphones, Shona started to hear music. Everywhere. All the time. Her entire life had somehow got itself a soundtrack. It started on the bus. She tried to share her pain with Ellie, “No tunes, no facebook, no numbers - what am I supposed to DO?” “Exactly,” said Ellie without looking up from facebook. Then the shark-attack music from Jaws came pounding through the bus. Harsh Nicole had just got on and was stomping down the walkway exactly in time to the music. At first Shona thought the bus had some stereo system of its own. It looked so funny that Sho...

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  • Secret in the cellar

    by JuliaPirie

    Last lesson, Friday afternoon – numeracy. Time crawled so slowly, I thought it had stopped. I liked numbers. They made sense to me. They didn’t slip and slide off in all directions like words did when I was writing. They moved obediently into neat rows and columns so Mrs Taylor could give each answer a bright green tick. I’d finished the sheet, even the extra questions. I wanted the bell to ring. I checked the clock again. It still said 3.15. Fifteen minutes to go. I yawned. Our classroom was hot and stuffy. A trapped bluebottle buzzed angrily against the window pane beside me. The bell of an ice cream van tinkled in the distance. ‘Have you finished, Anna?’ Mrs Taylor’s voice ...

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  • Sally The Homesick Alien

    by James

    A million years ago, there lived an alien called Sally. Sally lived on Mars. She went out for a walk one day and she saw a man from Earth standing between two big, red rocks. Sally ran back home calling out “there’s a man on our planet!” But before she got there, the man chased after Sally saying “I won’t hurt you.” So Sally stopped and she let the human being take her down below to Earth. She stayed on Earth for quite a while but one night she looked up at the night sky and saw her family. She realised Mars was a better planet and she wanted to go home. She started to think how much she was missing her family so the next day she secretly began to make a rocket so she could go back ...

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  • Rainy Day

    by Bish Bash 123

    Under garish pink umbrella stood a sumptuous looking lady her red lips clashed with her orange designer dress and her flamingo pink beret. In her hand was a maroon handbag and in her  handbag was a caramel coloured chihuahua. Looking around she was the only star in the night sky. On the other side of the road was a bedraggled idiot holding a newspaper above his head. The soft patting of the rain splashed on the impervious metal roofs of passing by cars. Loud music was coming from the open windows of cars. She looked around and found everyone staring and turned her nose  at them. A giant shroud had covered the city, the streets were empty but  just a hint of sunshine managed to shine throu...

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  • Radiant

    by Bish Bash 123

    The radiant sun stretched down its golden fingers  and crept beneath my curtain, cascading onto my carpet.  As  the sun touched my soft, pale forehead I leaned out of bed. It was almost calling me to stand in its' light and absorb its saffron glory. I was reluctant to leave the suns shimmering power when my mum called "Get ready! We're going to the park!" This got me moving, in a few short seconds I had scrambled downstairs, to wait for my mum. As I stepped out of the glossy black door it was like stepping into a canvas splashed with cobalt, gilt yellow, and vibrant green and lots of other luxurious colours. When I arrived with my mum I couldn't resist the temptation to just stand a...

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  • Poor Turkey Girl

    by JaneBaileyBain

    In early times there lived a girl who was so poor that she earned her bread as a turkey-herd. Every morning she left her tumble-down home to collect the flocks of families richer than her own. She would drive them out into the plains and watch all day as they foraged among the dry grass. Sometimes she was so lonely that she talked to the birds. “How I wish that I had a pretty dress,” she would say. “And nice food, and a ribbon for my hair.” But although she was shabby, she had a kind heart and always looked after the birds in her care. Because of this, the turkeys were obedient and always came when she called. One day the girl was driving her birds out of town when they passed...

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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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  • Pin Cushion

    by Sally

    In a big house was a little pink bedroom and in that bedroom there was a pink bed, under the pink bed was a pink box where some toys and a small pin lived. The toys were alive and could all talk to one another. When it was very quiet and no children or grown-ups were near they would come out to play. They did not get played with anymore as they were old and used and the children had out grown them. One morning the dollies and teddies decided to climb up on one another to reach the bed. “Can I climb on too please?” Asked the pin. “Oh no!” said one of the dollies “you can’t come you aren’t a proper toy, you are sharp and may hurt us.” The little pin was very sad and made her own w...

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  • Pilgrimage

    by James

    Hello I am Kit the Knight and I am a Christian. I'm going to the Canterbury Cathedral to pray. I've been in many battles and I've won every one. I am very strong, very brave and I'm extremely kind as well as moral. I wear shiny armour and a gigantic metal helmet with a ruby red feather on the top. I am very funny and I make everyone laugh. Everyone respects me because I help everyone. I've got a huge horse named Joey. I said to nobody "I wish I had someone to come with me". A couple of minutes later I saw Ted. Ted said to me "What are you doing Kit?" I explained that I was going on a pilgrimage and Ted said to me "Can I come? I've always wanted to go on a pilgrimage but I've never h...

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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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  • Peterkins Mystery

    by Anon

    After Peterkin had calmed down from tasting the coconut which took a while. We walked on the soft warm sand when suddenly there was a big CRASH! Peterkin had spotted immedatley that a big wave had brought some of the barrels in with it from the shipwreck. Then we heard a explosion we were so frightened that we ran back as fast a cheetah into  the forest. When we were far away enough we started to look at our surroundings but all we could see was  just trees then Jack said "guys we might have a problem, we are lost! lets build a shelter to stay the night". Peterkin got hyperactive  and we were not going to let him  IT DOES NOT HAVE TO BE BIG Jack shouted in less than an a hour they h...

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  • Pearl The Greedy Grompher's Jobs

    by Ted

    Chapter 1 - Pearl The Greedy Grompher getting a job of selling doors. One day on Saturday the 18th of November Pearl The Greedy Grompher wanted to be a door seller. She got doors from other people. And then Pearl the Greedy Grompher was a door seller and she got fifty doors and passed them out to every customer in the line!    Chapter 2 - Pearl the Greedy Grompher had a good idea. The next day on 19th November Pearl The Greedy Grompher wanted to give up being a door seller and gave her old doors to the other door sellers. And Pearl The Greedy Grompher passed out the old doors to the door sellers!! The next day Pearl The Greedy Grompher got her money and went to a shop and got ...

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  • Pearl The Greedy Grompher

    by Ted

    One day Pearl the Greedy Grompher went outside to find some food. And then she went to a shop and buyed fifty thousand of strawberry milkshake. And then someone came through a door and Pearl the Greedy Grompher putted the strawberry milkshake back into the fridge.  The next day Pearl the Greedy Grompher got the strawberry milkshake and bringed it to the shop so Pearl the Greedy Grompher got fifty nine raspberry milkshakes. The next day Pearl the Greedy Grompher wanted to have a walk somewhere in town and then she was dreaming and she was shocked and Pearl the Greedy Grompher did what she thought in her dream.  The next day Pearl the Greedy Grompher went to a lift so she could go ...

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  • One Foot Alien

    by Ted

    One day the one foot alien said “Pants! I need pants!”  He really really loved pants.  He stole peoples pants rubbed them in mud and gived them back. Suddenly the poleese came and all of the aliens teleported to each other and hid in a moon crater. The end.  

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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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  • New Baby Brother

    by Ophelia

    Once upon a time there was a white little horse called AppleJack with a white mother horse who was having a baby boy. She waited for many days until it was ready then one Valentine's Day it came out and it was blue! He grew into a toddler and it had rainbow hair so the mother called it Rainbow Dash. One sunny day the family went exploring to the river. Rainbow Dash wanted to explore but he was too young to explore by himself. Applejack didn't want to explore so they all went back to their house and got ready to go to the seaside. At the seaside they saw shells, starfish, sand castles and seaweed. After a while it was time to go to bed. The mother tucked them in bed and hoped they...

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  • NANNI Just Imagine !

    by OwainPJ

    It was “Me” time on the sofa.  Although, to be fair, Chloe and Jack didn’t interrupt him like they used to; those tablets were just the best investment, even their school was using them now.  Mind you one could hardly get a response out of the kids, not even at meal times. “Whatever” was about the best he could hope for nowadays.  The iPhone slipped gently from Mike’s grasp the light fading face down against the smooth leather of their new DFS sofa.   With a start he reached down to find it.  This wretched sofa!  Why did he buy it?  I mean they didn’t even really need it, the old one had been his parents’, familiar and homely, full of childhood memories, but then there was the offer...

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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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  • Malamud

    by AlanSears

    Malamud was a Persian.  His long black hair was sleekly brushed, his deep copper eyes gleamed brightly, he was in the peak of condition.  Elegant, disdainful, his authority was unquestioned, his privilege extended to all quarters of the house.  Nothing was too good for Malamud.  He dined on the finest foods, he did as he pleased and nothing was allowed to disturb him.  Nothing that is except Timothy. Malamud lived with Mrs Jonah Sandford at her Kensington address; an honour which during the school holidays he was forced to share with Timothy, her son.  It was generally considered odd that Mrs Sanford should have retained her husband’s name after he had passed away since his contributio...

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  • Lonely Lily

    by hollie1066

    Once upon a time there was a secret house, it was in an unusual place, it was deep in a magical mountain. In this house lived a lonely fairy she had no friends because she lived in such a far away place, so nobody knew she was there. Her house was moved there by a witch, who was jealous of the fairy, who was good and kind and friendly,and everybody liked her, so here she was, stuck in the mountain. Her name was Lily. One day she had an idea, ” I know,” she said” I have furniture, and objects in my house, I’ll wave my wand and make them able to talk to me, then I won’t be so lonely!” For a while she was happy playing and talking to the cups, saucers, chairs , toys and everything e...

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  • Lizzie & Darcy

    by Jacqui

    Lizzie and Darcy are ginger twin cats, currently nine and a half years old. Lizzie washes herself all day long, and is spotless. Darcy is a boy and not quite so fussy about his appearance. SOMETIMES, Lizzie decides to give Darcy a wash and starts licking his face. He puts up with it for a few moments, then gets cross and gives Lizzie a whack with his paw. It then ends in a fight and I have to intervene to stop it. But they do love one another really and Darcy will protect Lizzie if any other cat attacks her. Darcy is actually in love with a pretty, fluffy cat who lives next door, but the fluffy cat takes no notice of him, and then Lizzie feels sorry for Darcy and gives him a l...

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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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  • Knight of the Golden Goose [UNFINISHED ...]

    by John R

    Litrasaurus has a challenge, and he needs your help ! Dodo found this long, lost story, written by somebody called John R, which he then sent to Litrasaurus hoping to save it from extinction.  The only thing is that the story is unfinished.  Neither Dodo nor Litrasaurus know who John R was (you never know he might even have been a king, because Kings and Queens always write their name with an ‘R’ after it); what they do know is that John’s wish was that the story should have a happy ending. Litrasaurus has thought long and hard about how to fulfil Johns’ wishes, before he realised, of course, he could ask YOU to work on the story and give it a happy ending !   Once upon a t...

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  • Kiki The Spider's New Web

    by James Radford

    It was a clear but dewy morning in the big back garden and Reg the snail had woken up early to sing to all his favourite flowers. He munched down a gnat au chocolat  for his breakfast and eased out of his shell. Reg peered across the garden at the golden forsythia by the high wooden fence, which he had always liked - and couldn't believe what he saw. He rubbed his eyes against each other (which snails can do) and ran towards the flowery bush as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast at all (snails can't run - only slide) but he got there after a few minutes. Reg inspected closely what he had seen: from the golden forsythia to next door's high wooden fence was a big spider's web. T...

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  • Jungle Animal Acrostic

    by James

    I am a giraffe: G is for great, I’m tall for tree grazing I is for Incredible – my neck is amazing! R is for ruminant, I’m the biggest one. A is for Africa where I am from. F is for fascinating, read all about me! F is for friendly, I only eat tree. E is for exciting, what it’s like to be me!   I am a zebra: Z is for Zebra, I’m striped and fast E is for elegant, look at me as I trot past B is for beautiful, I look good in stripes R is for running, I run for my life! A is for Africa, I live there too.   I am an elephant: E is for Enormous, a huge land mammal L is for life span, I live longer than a camel! E is for ears, great big and...

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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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  • Jemima and the Pirates

    by Anon

    Jemima was a young girl who could always be found in the garden. She loved nothing more than digging holes in the earth and planting seeds which would grow into delicious fruits and vegetables. But Jemima had a secret which she’d never told anyone in the whole world. At the bottom of her garden was an old rickety potting shed. Every once in a while,  when her parents weren’t looking, she would creep down to the end of the garden and open the creaky old door. Inside was a giant potato sack which she climbed into and all of a sudden, she disappeared. Just like that! Jemima landed with a thump on something hard and grainy. She could smell the sea and the ground beneath her was s...

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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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  • IF

    by Rudyard Kipling

    If you can keep your head when all about you        Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,     But make allowance for their doubting too;    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,     Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,     And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:   If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;        If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster     And treat those two impostors just the same;    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken     Twisted by knaves ...

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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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