Welcome to Year 6 (am)
Despite pulling with all his strength, the lock wouldn’t loosen. His heart felt heavy with sorrow, and a forlorn look spread across his face.
His future lay in the balance. What happened in the next few moments could define the rest of his life, define his very existence…
Month: June Year: 3015
It has now been 2 years since we moved here. Leaving Earth was tough, but we are beginning to feel more at home with every single week that passes.
When we came to our new home, we were allowed to bring everything with us from our Earth homes. It still feels a bit strange though. Life without gravity really takes some getting used to!
Can you continue the diary?
What is gravity? Can you include descriptions of what it is like to live without it?
Where is it that you now live? How is it different from your previous life? How do you spend your time? Do you prefer living in your new home?
The children disembarked the bus and stood huddled together on the road. It was a cold, foggy day, and so the children, wrapped up in coats and scarves, shivered as they waited.
Their teacher beckoned them closer, and as one they edged cautiously towards the skeleton. What was supposed to be a boring school trip had just got a whole lot more exciting! Were they on the verge of making a terrific discovery?
The witch hadn’t slept for three nights. The first night she’d spent deep in thought, plotting. The second she’d spent stooped over her cauldron, muttering evil incantations as she prepared the foul and odorous brew. On the third night, the deed had been done. Without a glimmer of remorse, she took flight once again, glancing back over her shoulder at the wreckage she’d left behind. A merciless cackle escaped her chapped lips…
Writing Prompt for this Week:
She had found it lying alone, deserted, abandoned in the attic. After making the discovery, Anna had gazed and marvelled at it for some time. Where had it come from? Why had no dust settled upon it, as it had done over everything else that resided in her attic? A layer of the thick dust blanketed the attic floor, and as the sunlight glared through the attic windows, the dust particles yet to settle were illuminated as they hovered in the stuffy air. Yet, the mirror looked flawless, untouched by age, not a finger print in sight.
Anna propped the mirror up against one of the thick, timber beams that jutted from the attic floor. Settling down into a comfortable position, she tentatively placed a finger against the glass…
Robin exhaled slowly. As an archer, this final exhalation, almost a ritual, was the calm before the storm; the final moment before releasing the arrow and wreaking havoc on its target.
Like all bowman, Robin was as strong as an ox. Daily training had seen to that. Hours upon hours of drawing back the beautifully curved yew bow had thickened Robin’s muscles like hempen rope, to the point where he could now draw the massive bow with ease.
The thousands of arrows that he had loosed since the age of 6, when he had been given his first bow, made Robin a professional, and like his ancestors, a bowman of his skill didn’t miss. The yew bow was so familiar that it was like an extension of his body; when it was not in his hands he didn’t feel alive.
He was the bow. The bow was him.
He didn’t need to aim; all he had to do was glance at his target and he knew the missile would find its mark.
A rustle from the treeline to his left disturbed Robin’s thoughts…
Brian had often bought things from the market that had turned out to be the most outrageous, disappointing fakes.
He had presumed that the magic biscuits would have been exactly the same. How wrong he had been…
Tuesday 31st March 2020
They can use the story starter to carry on the story or write their own piece of writing based on it.
Having been locked inside the tower for three days, the miller’s daughter was beginning to despair. The King had told her, in no uncertain terms, that this was a life or death situation; she would either spin the straw into gold, or she would face an unthinkably gruesome fate.
Just as she was about to give up all hope, with her calloused hands uselessly pleading with the spinning wheel for an unlikely miracle, something unexpected happened …
Over by the open window, where rays of sunlight poured into the cramped enclosure, there appeared a small and peculiar being …