Writing

I wound Like to share my writing I have been doing though out the term. I am going to make an writing page. But I though that I wound share these story with you.

Week 5

Apple Tree

There once was an apple tree, it was very big. It had many apples on it. A girl went the apple tree and picked an red apple. She then ate it , it was sweet ,delicious, and it was red. She loved her apple and went to visit the tree every day, to pick some for herself. One day the apple tree fell down by the strong wind, the girl was sad and missed her apples. The girl had an idea of planting an apple tree for herself. She got the plant from the local plant store. She planted her new tree and made lots of apple pie for her family. She lived happy ever after with her apple tree.

The End

Week 3

The day becomes night and soon out comes the moon to see this marvellous sight.

Stars lighting up the  dark sky.

Unique shapes made up with lots of stars.

The Moon hanging out beside his many friends.

It is a big monstrous sphere.

Slowly creeping up as the night goes on.

It is a big bright light shining down on the earth.

Watching down on us below.

Week 1 and 2

Porridge

Goldilocks was a goldilocks till the day she got a hundred dollar fine for running a red light. She woke the next day when the sun was climbing up, the dew was dripping off the greenery outside and the birds were tweeting their morning songs. Goldilocks packed her bag with all the possible needs to find a way to get the money to pay off her fine. She left her house in desperately bad mood.

She walked into a deep, dark forest furious with herself. Right there she found a ruby red coloured cottage. It smelled of freshly cooked  porridge. She thought that if she got the recipe she would be able to clear her fine by selling it to Jamie Oliver for his next cookbook. She slowly crept to the door. She wanted that recipe so much!

She reached into her bag and pulled out a bobby pin. She used this bobby pin to pick the lock on the big door. She pushed open the heavy wooden door and peered inside. There she saw a table and on that table was three bowls and in those bowls was porridge. One bowl was shallow , one was tall and the other was in the middle. Goldilocks picked up a silver spoon and dug it into the shallow bowl. The porridge slid down her throat. It tasted smooth and sweet but it was too cold. She moved on to the tall deep bowl , it was smooth and sweet but super hot. She did not like this porridge not at all. She moved on to the last bowl. It was just right the mixture of sweet , smooth and it was warm.   

She got up and searched the kitchen. She was so desperate to find the recipe she forgot to look in the most obvious place, the bench. After many minutes she found it. She picked it up and held it against her chest. She was about to go home but there at the door the bears came thumping in. They were big, hairy but mostly scary. She did not know what to do. Recipe in her hand she ran up the creaky stairs with the bears on her tail. She reached the bedroom and looked for a place to hide. There she spotted a wardrobe and hid in it. She sat in that wardrobe for a while waiting nervously. She listened to all the noises around her.

The noise died out to silence. She was in the house all by herself and thought it was time to escape. She slowly pushed open the wardrobe door and peered out to find an empty house. She ran down the creaky stairs and out the door.  She had gotten away with the recipe. All she needed now was an buyer with a high bid. She stormed into her house and raced to the computer. She put the recipe on ebay and waited for a buyer. Lots bidded and it sold for one million dollars and fifty cents to Jamie Oliver. She was so pleased but felt a little guilty. For she had stolen the best porridge recipe in the world.