Eagles Year 6 Class Blog

We have been learning to write a setting description.

With  his shoes making a squidgy sound he approached the concealed opening to the temple. The fingers of vines where like snakes guarding the entrance the distance birds screeched in pain taking a deep breath, he nervously  yet excitedly steeped in to the temple. The walls were  covered  in sticky cobwebs which glistened like stars and  stuck to his cloths like  super glue. Walking through the cave not finding anything tired and frustrated he started to think that maybe there was nothing there and he started  to wonder if he should just turn back. Turning the corner, he couldn’t believe that he had finally found the idol.

LO: we have been learning to write a character description.

Then the war began. Kensuke heard a gun shot from the depths of the ocean. He could hear screams and brave soldiers shouting for back-up. Hair stood up on his neck. Smelling smoke, he realised that his eyes were burning he had to take a gulp of air. Everything went silent. Anxiously he stood up and walked he saw slaughtered bodies on the floor. Suddenly, heard loud explosions. He felt power less and terrified. His eyes started to water. He sat down and said “I cant carry on.”

We have been learning to write a recount

10th October 2016

August 10

Today we visited sunny Spain to sunbathe on one of their golden, sandy beaches. Before we got there I saw: jelly-fish, dolphins, turtles and a shark off the Peggy Sue. Once we had arrived, we got some Ice cream. I got mint, Dad got chocolate and Mum got vanilla. When we got onto the beach, Stella, my beautiful, brave Border Collie was going mad and nicked the person who was next to us sandwich. We decided that Stella was going far too mad so we decided to return to our old, rusty Peggy Sue for the rest of the day.

August 20

For the first time ever Mum let me steer the wheel, at first I was really good. but after that I saw a turtle and I didn’t want to hit it so I quickly turned the boat so I didn’t hit it. Unfortunately, Dad got his foot tangled in the Frayed, old rope and he tripped over. Once I had done that Mum didn’t let me steer the wheel again. I guess she’s the boss again.

August 23

Today wasn’t a good day. I woke up really early, it was steel dark and waves were crashing against our poor, injured Peggy Sue. It must be a storm. Stella got really scared and hid under the bunks whilst I helped dad tie the rope to the edge of the boat. Mum was still in bed because she was ill, I think she should be working because she stopped me from steering the wheel.

In the distance, he could still hear the birds’ eerie whistle. Finger-like vines lurked in the ebony abyss reaching out to grab him. Mossy damp walls surrounded the approach. He could still hear the slowly crashing water, taking a big breath, calmly he saw sand, so with his fingers slowly touching the cold coarse sand, he took a deep breath step-in to the ebony abyss. Inside the mysterious dark cave was scary – with cobwebs sticking around the dusty walls. Slowly apering in the tund, cobwebs cling on to shone lioke diamonds in the night sky. benith his feet  rattling bones, crackeld  on the floor with twigs. when he walked around the corner, indana jones focused on the shining idal.The corridor was so calm and quitter if only he could  only just pick it up….

He was diminutive, no taller  than me, and a old a man as I had ever seen. He wore nothing but a pair of tattered breeches bunched at the waist, and there was a large knife in his belt. He was thin, too. In places – under his arms, round his neck and his midriff – his copper brown skin lay in folds about him, almost as if he’d shrunk inside it. What little hair he had on his head and his chin was long and wispy and white.

I could see at once that he was very agitated, his chin trembling, his heavily hooded eyes accusing and angry. ‘Dameda! Dameda!’ he screeched at me. This whole body was shaking with fury. I backed away as he scuttled up the beach toward me, gesticulating wildly with his stick, and haranguing me as he came. Ancient and skeletal he may have been, but he was moving fast, running almost. ‘Dameda! Dameda!’ I had no idea what he was saying.  It sounded Chinese or Japanese, maybe.

[An extract from Kensuke’s Kingdom, by Michael Morpurgo – page 69]

We have been learning about writing setting descriptions.

As he peers his way through the temple, the vines scratched at his neck and constricted around his shoulders, not letting go as he tried to break free. Ravens cackled and screeched, making the atmosphere terrifying. Darkness filled the hollow abyss and took over from the light as he walked inside. A chilly breeze shook down his spine as he went further and as he looked behind him, the sound of stagnant water rewound in his head.

Deep inside the temple, fumes of smoke invaded through his nose. The adventurer carefully touched the pebbly wall, as shadows frolicked around. Skulls and dead bodies laid still, while he grit his teeth uncomfortably.

As he walked in he found an open space with a glistening  structure on a platform. On the floor, pressure plates stood their, disgustingly, but the adventurer found his way around the traps. The golden artefact shimmered waiting for someone to take it. As he reached his hand  to the artefact, he grabbed it greedily. The whole location shook like an earthquake, as he ran out heroically.

We have been learning to write a setting description

Darkness closes in whilst the lush vegetation layers the entrance to the gloomy temple. Shards of light reach the floor and the humid air surrounds the explorer. Inside the temple, the walls were damp and mossy and came an eerie screech. In the distance, he heard a waterfall cascading down. Cobwebs hung from the cracked ceiling. A gleaming golden idol stands there on a plinth, waiting to be stolen. Cracked skulls lay everywhere and an elongated bridge with a deep drop, filled the view in front of him. Artefacts, idols, relics, talismans and amulets were littered around the temple.

We have been learning to write a recount

October 10th 2016

October 1st

Today was the first day of our activities, our group did was archery. I got gold on my 1st try! Miss Downey somehow missed every shot. During lunch I was so greedy, I ate so much food. Later that day we played ambush, I was so excited. I was part of Joe’s team (the cool team obviously) and we cheated so that we won.

We have been learning to write a setting description.

September 12th 2016 

As he trembled, the nervous guide, observed his surroundings. Above him, he could see canopy of vines fighting to keep the sunlight out, but this was clearly a losing battle as he could see shafts of light breaching through. In the distance, the crashing river poured down with a bang. Brushing aside the door-like vines, Indie found himself staring into an endless abyss.

Mustering up his courage, he took the first step into the gloomy temple, clinging to the passage and glistening in the light. As he advanced he could tell how long it had been since a human had stepped foot in this place… Far, far, far away he could hear a hissing, sinister and ominous, echoing in the passage ahead. Nervously, he held up his burning torch, the flickering light danced in the shadows, illuminating any traps that may lurk in the darkness.

As he turned around into the corridor, he could see an archway, crumbling and in the centre of this he could see the gilded idol sitting on a plinth. As he looked around the chamber, these were no noticeable traps, that was what worried him.

We have been learning how to write a short story.

14th October 2016

Bleary eyed, and with the taste of salt still in my throat, I sat up and scanned the beach. A crescent shaped moon glared through the transparent, wispy clouds down at me. Whilst sitting up I started to cough violently. Finally it stopped. It felt like blazing stars were stalking me from up above

Is this a dream? Mum and Dad? The Peggy Sue? Wheel? Captains Log? Barking. Wait… STELLA! Were is she?! Struggling to get up on my feet, a wave came into shore. I collapsed. I tried and tried until finally I was up on my feet. I fell to my knees in tears. My loveable Border Collie; probably dead by now.

As I weakly turned my body around so I had my back to my guardian angels. My palms begin to sweat as I look into the dark, spruce, jungle. I was thinking Stella wouldn’t even have the courage to go into that jungle. Along the sand line, I saw trees tower over me. The hairs on my neck stood up. What’s that noise?