Week Beginning - 22nd February 2021
Week Beginning - 8th February 2021
7ABK
Student 1:
And I’m her next target..
With only seconds to think, I decided to do something that
my gut tells me. I’ll try to attack this girl. Her sharp, silver knifes are
focused onto my eyes as if I’m a witness to something. As she had turned
around, I had noticed a knife fall out of her brown pocket. I had no other
choice but to grab it and just challenge her. I knew this was going to be
difficult. After all I’ve heard that she never misses a shot, I feel like this
will be a Very dangerous challenge I’m doing. The girl had turned her back and
stared her beady eyes onto me.
She wanted a challenge. Her eyes were focused like someone
was doing a hard test. She gripped her first, looking bloodthirsty, ready to
fight. I tried to have my game face on. But I just look angry. I had my knife
but then I thought
“ Should I really kill her”
She had her Vicious aim ready for her to shoot. Her knife
had dropped. Whilst she picks up her knife, I wanted to give my aim. I was too
late. She stood back up and was ready to battle. I felt frightened. No one to
help me. My heart was beating so fast like the speed of light. But I didn’t
want to be weak or a soar looser. I was up for this challenge. What shall I do
now....? Will she kill me? Will someone come to rescue me? All these thoughts
into my head. But they were just distractions.
Student 2:
With only seconds left I decide I grab the knife. The knife
is covered with blood which is dripping as I walk towards her. For a minute I
have a big wave of nausea but it goes away and right before I was going to
throw it I thought, do I really want to hurt her? Do I really want to kill her?
But it was too late…
I have already threw it and it was going in her direction….
7PRN
Heat. Lots
of it. More than you can ever imagine. Burning your skin, your lungs, your
heart. That’s what did it for half the population. Then there was the
hunger, a monster gnashing away at your soul. Not much food in a
barren, dry desert, which was a problem as that is all there is
now. All that survived doomsday.
The city we
live in – if you can call it that – was once one of the most
famous in the world. No longer. The great lady liberty fell in a
sandstorm. Times square was bombed by extremists.
There is no central park. NYC. The big apple. New York. Whatever
you called it, the words mean nothing anymore.
My name is
Striker Adams. I was only 13 when doomsday happened. Unlucky thirteen. Now
I am 15. Two years full of horror and death. Two years of drought. And
counting.
I live
with a girl called Decca, a haughty 14-year-old that didn’t
care about rules even before the apocalypse. We were accomplices from the
start. Over time, we grew to be friends.
We thought
we had been through hell and back. We thought it would be better from here on
out.
We couldn’t
be more wrong.
-TWO YEARS
AND THIRTY-TWO DAYS SINCE DOOMSDAY-
‘’AGAIN!’’
Decca shouted after she had knocked me down for the fifth time in a
row. Close combat fighting isn’t my strong suit. Which is why I have the
pistol. In the new world, only the toughest survive. Otherwise, me
and Decca would have been captured and killed
by terrorists months ago.
Week Beginning - 1st February 2021
7ABK
Student 1:
Student 2:
And I'm her target.
I look around for a weapon to try to protect myself, you can never lose hope in this game. I take out the knife out of my deceased opponent’s back. It is covered in deep red, warm and sticky blood. The girl from district 2 started to gallop towards me even faster every second. Suddenly I saw something in the clear blue sky. IT WAS A KNIFE! But it didn’t come from the girl from district 2 it came from behind her. The knife went right through her rib cage. The blood splattered all over the grass around her. I'm safe, but who threw the knife? Was she supposed to die or should it have been me?
7PRN
Alfie:
I have seconds to decide what to do. The decision which determines life or death. She throws her knife at me but I dodge it, I pick it up and it plunges into her neck. It makes me sick. I have just killed a person. But I carry on, I run into the forest with guilt and worries, I know I have a long time of this ahead of me and I have to get my head in the game.
I see a boy I wouldn’t say he was any older than 17, I signal to him I won’t kill him, he is hesitant at first but then he came to his senses and realized it’s the best way of survival. To team up. We plan to find anyone that we think we could team with. All of a sudden, a girl comes out and starts shooting arrows at us. I need that bow. It’s my prime weapon, she looks delusional like she has no feelings, she falls to the ground, she has an arrow in her back.
7EBG
Renata:
This time, I ran faster than I ever could.
I kept asking myself, “why?” I kept asking myself questions
until I realised it was slowing me down and I knew that soon she
would catch up to me. I couldn’t leave everyone back there.
I thought and thought and
thought.
In the blink of an eye, I made a quick turn
back. I knew it was a bad idea but I couldn’t leave them there. I
was astonished when I realised I had outrun her. But she was
playing a game. She ran slowly for the whole time until I was out of
breath, then she sprinted faster than me. She tried to stab me in the back
but before she could do that I grabbed her arm and threw it
back. Then before we even noticed we were fighting.
I hit the knives out of her hand, and when
she reached down to pick them back up, I ran back for the boy. I was
assuming he’d be dead right now, but luckily, he wasn’t. He was
in agonising pain. I soon realised that she had run away, she wasn’t
chasing me anymore. I helped the boy up and we went back seeking for
medical attention.
Week Beginning - 25th January 2021
7ECE
I froze. My eyes cried hot tears as I shook. My life wasn’t what I wanted. What I expected. What I yearned to have. So many people had died. So many people had been suffocated. So many people brought out their lives to sacrifice so that I may live. But why. Why should I live if I didn’t deserve it? At first, I thought it was a great plan. A great plan for me to have a happy plan. Instead, it was the opposite. My parents had died as well as so many other people. Was this really what they wanted. Was this really what I wanted?
7PRN
The water was rushing through the trees knocking them down like a tornado.
I kept hold of a tree hoping I would survive. As for my family I was hoping
they would survive as well... I could smell the dirt in the water the ground
was trembling. I hoped this was all just a dream. Luckily, I found my son Lucas
he was holding on to a tree as well. I tried my best to get over to him but the
waves were too powerful and kept knocking me back. It was like the water would
never end. I tried and tried over and over again but couldn’t get over to him. As
for my other children they were nowhere to be found. The sky turned black as
the waves started to go away. We started to look for other survivors. We didn’t
have any luck until...
7EBG
You must decide what type of atmosphere you want to create (scary / mysterious / magical) and then consider the best techniques to use in order to achieve this effect.
Amongst the ruins, there stood a desolate tree. The eerie silence and the tree which smiles at carnage overwhelmed me with a feeling of death. The monstrous mass towers over me, creating a shadow pool at my feet. A pine green sky was displayed on the bark of the tree with a silver moon shining brightly. It sucks the light from the world and craves for my soul. Its witch-like fingers contort over to its prey. It is proven that the tree whispers, whispers the macabre words of Lucifer himself. It was just me, the ominous tree, and the aggressive wind. Far off in the distance, were roars and rumbles of thunder. Spine-chilling, faint voices were cackling from all directions but there was still know no one in sight. The tree looked as if it was a portal to another world! I could barely hear things moving and have a slight doubt that I was being watched…
7ABK
I sat at the piano for
may what be the final time. My fingers gripped the keys of the piano knowing
it could be my last time communicating with them. After all that has happened
to me with me, losing my wife and losing my best friend to the war. I just miss
my childhood. I miss playing with my favourite toy alongside my best friend
pretending we were cowboys. When the trees were swaying in the wind with me and
my friend bouncing and hopping around like wild animals. Oh, how I wish I could
see her again for one final time or even sit at the piano and play our
favourite songs for each other and how I wish I could smell her beautiful
perfume for the last time. I really just wish I could see them both again.
Week Beginning - 18th January 2021
7ABK
7SWN
There I was standing in what felt like emptiness. the wind furiously charging at my feet, as I turned around sticks and leaves began to fly past me. Scratching at my skin and tugging at my shirt. I closed my eyes and imagined myself flying. My feet began to slowly lift of the ground, I let the wind take my weight and slowly lay back . I felt powerful, I felt alive. A light began to pierce through the stormy clouds and eventually through my eyelids. I opened my eyes, and I was standing in the middle of nowhere with scratches on my arms and sticks in my hair. I looked around. it was like it didn't even happen.
