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Student Council Community Group For this issue, the Student Council have submitted some excellent examples of writing from some Year 5 and 6 students.
Le Petit Chaperon Rouge Trees escalate, navigating, reaching for the bewitching sky. Beautiful blue butterflies flutter like enchanting eyelashes. The rocks are comforted by moss hugging them like a mother will do to her child. Our feathery friends the birds chirp their favourite songs wildly. The tree trunks are twisted and twirled like pipe cleaners. Trees are soldiers standing straight and still. The rocks are bombs, heavy and strong. The gargantuan bridge is ancient, hard and safe above the rushing water. Beautiful carvings sit on the side of the bridge. Just the sound of rushing water is peaceful. One tree is a soldier injured after an attack. The roots of this tree are sticking out like wolves ready for their next victim. Their leader, who has tall trees on his head, also has his teeth disguised as roots, but on the inside he is pure evil. Dark times are coming. ELLA EVERETT Year 6 (10 years old)
The Forest The gaps through the emerald trees are few. The sun peeks through the opening of the foliage and brings in light from the bright blue sky. There was a gigantic, mysterious tunnel near the bottom of the tree. She feels warmth from the sun that wraps around her like a big invisible, fluffy, smooth blanket. She reaches the ruins from a heroic journey, peeking through emerald light leaves of the forest. Inside the ruins, it was all wrecked and the sun was giving yellow light strips of light. The ancient carvings relax on the side of the old stone bridge. The trees all curled up and twisted and some walk underneath the ruins. As the invisible wind blew, it was cold when the darkness fell and all the warmth from the sun was banished. The beautiful carving stones on the broken ground of the ruins were designed like ancient drawings. These are rough, old and grey as you step. The dark devil wolf was disguising himself as a hill. The loose roots of the trees were the shadows of the wolf’s teeth. Long pale grass hung off the sides of the hill. The forest fell with darkness. By Tom Brooker Year 5 (9 years old)
