Wicked Young Writers competition

Wicked the Musical is holding a competition for young writers to enter. The prize includes 5 tickets to go and see Wicked the musical in London, a meet and greet with the cast and prize winning writer Michael Morpurgo, aswell as having your story published! To enter the competition you need to submit either a story, play or poem about looking at life a different way. For example Wicked looks at the life of the Wicked Witch of the West before she was deemed Wicked. If you are interested in taking part please come and see me (Miss Haydock) or Miss Martyniuk and we will explain all the rules for entering. Also come to WOW club on a Monday after school to gain ideas, help with writing your story or listen to other peoples ideas. 

Here is one entry by Luke Anderson in Year 10. 

This Town

( A Mum's point of view)

Minding the kids, 

Popping to the shops,

On a hot day, have an occasional ice pop.

Buying around this town.

Dashing through the market,

Paying for some food,

"I think i'l have a curry, I feel in the mood."

Walking around this town.

(A Dad's point of view)

Being a professor, 

Stopping off at the pub,

"See you tomorrow, at the Country Club."

Talking around this town

Pay this, Pay that

Pay the mortgage, feed the cat.

Paying around this town.

(A child's point of view)

Learn about shapes,

Writing the letter one,

Letters and numbers, I've only just begun.

Learning around this town.

First the swing,

Then the round - about,

See-saw, slide, I'm never in doubt.

Playing around this town.

NO.....

What were your ideas of these people. A family? Why? Everything happy? Wait.............

 

(A mum's point of view)

Minding the adopted kids,

Getting funny looks as she keeps popping to the shops,

On a hot day, have an occasional ice pop.

Upset around this town.

Dashing through the market running from people trying to beat her,

Paying for her and her girlfriend, some food.

"I think i'll have a curry, I feel in the mood."

Distraught around this town.

(A dad's point of view)

Being a black professor, 

Stopping off at the Black pub,

"See you tomorrow, at the Country Club"

Labelled around this town.

"You're black, you have money, pay this,

'Blackie' pay that,"

Pay the mortgage, Feed the cat.

Stereotyped around this town.

(A child's point of view)

Learn about shapes, smacked if wrong,

Writing timidly the letter one, 

Letters and numbers, I've only just begun.

Scared around this town.

Whacked, first with the swing,

Then, the roundabout,

See-saw, slide, I'm never in doubt.

Hurt around this town.

NO.........

Why think the way society wants us to?

Why think they have different views?

You will never know the full person.

Sexuality, ethnicity, size.

Think before you hurt.

Be Wise.

Short story using specific words

The task was to write a short story making sure that specific words are used.

The words were: breakfast, newspaper, basket, truck, sea, paradise, string, tears.

Here is Georgina Deignan's story (Year 10)

There was a family; the Johnson family to be exact. They were just an ordinary family; they eat breaksfast, dinner and tea together. Mr Johnson reads his newspaper then goes to work. One day Jessie Johnson had a basket that his mum had given him. She told him to put it in the truck with the rest of the baskets. She said to him "now Jessie, I don't want you to look in the basket". Jessie said back "OK mum".

When Jessie got outside he looked across the road and saw the sea. Jessie loved the sea. He always found it interesting, mysterious and inviting. He always thought of what it would be like to go out at sea and find his paradise. Jessie then remembered what he was meant to be doing and opened the back of the truck to see something hanging on a piece of string. It appeared to be some unknown meat. Then curiosity took over him and he looked in the basket and saw his little sister's head. He screamed and started to cry, tears gushed rapidly down his face. His sister dies two days ago but he didn't know how she died. He does now. Jessie shut the doors to the truck and turned around to see his mum running towards him, what he didn't know was he was her next victim.

Do you think you could create a story using the following words?

Pen, Bowling, Dice, Hamburger, Cliff, Aisle, Glass, Window.

Can you finish the story....

Can anyone finish this story? 5 achievement points for anyone who has a go, 10 achievement points for the winning story!!

It was a bustling Tuesday in the City of New York. Everybody was going about their daily business. Hailing a cab to the office, rushing down the sidewalk with their frothy latte's. Clip clop of feet as the office women rush about in their 6 inch tall Monolo Blahniks. A man bumping into a woman with a trolley and his briefcase going flying as he was too busy talking on his cell phone to watch where he was going. It was just a normal Tuesday morning in Manhattan until....................

Children's book week poem

Spongebob?

Where's Wally?

A bumble bee?

What can I be for this fancy dress party?

What can I be?

How do I do it?

This will be a mess up!

What can I do for this party dress up?

I have to go in my own clothes,

It's really unfair,

I can't get a costume,

My mum doesn't care! 

Anyway, I went,

Walked to their house,

As I rang the doorbell, filled with sorrow,

They opened the door but said "Its tomorrow"

By Luke Anderson Year 10

Knock Knock

Knock Knock

By Jamie Chape Year 7 

Tim was a door to door salesman who worked for a company which specialises in cleaning gutters. One night Tim's boss assigned him to go round to a street called Baker's Drive.

Grabbing his coat, Tim walked out into the mild evening. When he reached the street he knocked on the first door; the person wasn't interested. He tried the next house, however he got the same response...

Knock, knock, knock. This was about the twelfth house Tim had tried! Tim was about to walk away when the door opened. 

"Hello" said a young man with brown hair and a smile on his face. "Come in"

The man repeated "Come in, you don't want to catch a cold!"

Tim thanked the man and entered.

After half an hour, Tim came out from having a cup of tea and some cake. He thanked the man again and went next door.

"That was a really nice man in that house" The neighbour looked puzzled and said "No one has lived in that house for twenty 20 years"

"The man died when he was twenty" 

Tim looked confused and then realised....

Dead or Alive

Dead or Alive by Rohan Patel

Year 7

Max entered the grave yard to visit his father who had died 2 years ago. He placed the soft,fresh flowers in the grave, but then suddenly the coffin rose from the ground. What should Max do? What could Max do?

Back there in the grave yard, young Max screamed as loud as he coud and as loud as lion, but still no one noticed. Then the lid of the coffin came off and for the first time in two years Max saw his dead father. 

The stiff right hand of Max's father came up and grabbed the left hand of Max and dragged him into the grave and the coffin lid fastened back on.

Jane (Max's Mum) called the police ,and after 48 hours, no clues, no evidence, no nothing. All that was left at the grave yard was the wet upset flowers who were terrified. In the grave was Max's dad and Max, but dead or alive.....?

What do you think happened at the end of Rohan's story?

Children's Book Week

This week, our theme was Children's Book Week!

We asked our members to write a story or nursery rhyme for a young child.

Daddy doesn't mind them.

(written by Luke Anderson year 10)

In our house, Mummy went to the kitchen.

"AHHHHHH!!!!" 

Mummy saw a spider in the sink. I don't like spiders but Daddy doesn't mind them.

In our house, my big sister Jen went to the bathroom.

"AHHHHHH!!!!"

Jen saw a spider in the bath. Mummy and I don't like spiders but Daddy doesn't mind them.

In our house, Nana went into her bedroom.

"AHHHHHH!!!!"

Nana saw a spider in her bed. Jen, Mummy and I don't like spiders but Daddy doesn't mind them.

In our house, Daddy went outside into the garden.

"AHHHHHH!!!!"

Daddy saw an ant. Daddy doesn't like ants but Nana, Jen, Mummy and I don't mind them.

Fluffy
(written by Chloe Hill year 10)

One day Terry was walking down the street and he found a cat. He decided to name this cat, he called it Fluffy. Fluffy has ginger fur and bright blue eyes. Terry wanted to keep Fluffy but Fluffy had a collar. The collar said Ted. On the back of the collar there was an address. Terry knew this address. Terry took Fluffy to the address but when Terry knocked on the door, there was no answer.
"Oh no!" Terry shouted.
He knocked again and again and again. Fluffy looked sad. Fluffy jumped out of Terry's hands and ran away from Terry.
"Oh no!" Terry shouted.
Terry ran after Fluffy but Fluffy was too fast; Terry was tired so he went home. But sat on the doorstep of his house was Fluffy! Terry kept Fluffy and they lived happily ever after.

Buzzing Bee
(written by Miss Martyniuk)

There once was a bee,
Who lived by the sea.
He spent his days,
Searching for maize.
For hours and hours,
He ignored the flowers.
Until the day turned into night.

The sun began to rise,
The bee joined the flies.
Another day,
With nothing to say.
The bee decided to,
Head towards the blue.
Until the day turned into night.

All night,
The bee was in flight,
Searching in vain,
He ended up in pain.
And finally chose,
With the help of his nose.
Until the day turned into night.

The maize beamed,
It was all the bee had dreamed.
He had waited for this moment,
He reeled with enjoyment,
Buzzing around,
What he had finally found.
Until the day turned into night.

Open Evening WOW

On Thursday evening, we ran a mini WOW club to show our potential new students a taste of what WOW club is. The following collaborative story was writen with the use of story cubes. Our starting points were...

A question mark

A mobile phone

A footprint

THE CALL

What a strange phone call. I couldn't understand most of what she said, but I definatley heard the word...

KIDNAPPED!

I wonder if it was someone I knew? I wonder if I can help? Should I call the police?

I dialled 999 and started to explain the phenomenon that had just occured. The woman took my name but told me there was nothing they could do...

Nothing they could do? I report a kidnapping and there is nothing they can do?!

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It's 1am. My phone buzzed. This time it was a text

"Who is this? What did she say? DON'T TELL ANYONE"

Well, now I have evidence. Should I tell the police again? They didn't care last time. Surely they have to do something now.

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The street was gloomy; there was a faint screeching from a car in the distance. The heavy drizzle hit her face from every direction while the wind whistles through the branches, ruining her perfectly pinned bun. A streetlight blinked as if to follow her every move as she walked slowly by. Then she saw him. He was standing on the corner, menacingly. She quickened her pace to try and avoid his creepy glare.

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