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Showing posts with label 10. Show all posts

Monday, 18 June 2012

Tim's Nightmare

Year Six English.

The censored swearing through alien sounds is hilarious. And, I believe it's the first story of mine to feature swearing. I swear the idea of raising a bridge through a lever comes from LEGO Star Wars II: The Original Trilogy. The stepping stones probably comes from regular holidays to the Lake District. I was pretty impressed through my usage of "half-submerged" (at the time).

"Shag" "Shite" "Crap" "Piss off" "Fuck" "Bastards"

Tim's Nightmare

He I ran down the corridoor, out of breath. Small red creatures were chasing after him me. "Shrag glashiteblahkratk!" it said, in alien, so, I couldn't understand a word he was saying. "Pisekrakroofff!" At the end of the corridoor I found an entrance to a forest. "fraucckkk!" another one said. "Bkrastrads!"

Next to the trees was a river stream. There were some half-submerged stepping stones, but that was the only way accross. I saw a lever and pulled it. A bridge rose out of the water. The only problem was, there was one panel of wood left.

I screamed, and sunk rised out of my pillows. It was all a nightmare.

© 2007 Peter Webb.

Thursday, 31 May 2012

Going on a Cross Country Run (illustrated)

Year Six English.

Features three actual living people - me, my (stronger friendship at the time) friend Elliot, and our headteacher Mr. Pickering, and the actual location of my actual Middle/Junior School. By now, I'm thinking of 'E.T. The Extra Terrestial' (a film I have unbelievably not yet seen) at the sight of the name, instead of my cute blonde friend. This school will reappear in further English stories from Year Six. This is my second piece of prose, I believe, to feature death, and the first to feature human death. I'm not sure how prevalent the concept of death was in my Doctor Who scripts. Interestingly, this story features Kang and Kodos at the controls of the spaceship, a few years into my 'Simpsons' fandom.

Monday Tuesday 24th 25th September 2007

L.O: I can write a paragraph in a given genre.

Going on a Cross Country Run or Alien Olympics

I was running forever, on an on. A flash of light appeared. Aliens? Nah, it was pla just Elliott playing a trick wih with a torch. Or was it? The spaceship fell down and killed Mr. Pickering! The aliens came out, the ones from the Simpsons. I never knew they would be real.

© 2007 Peter Webb