Wednesday, 24 August 2016


Travel more often for example 

Imagine you're in Rarotonga. The golden sand twinkling in the sun light. In the aqua sea the exotic fish glide past, just ignore the slimy sea slugs that might resemble black mushy bananas. 

I've recently caught the wanderlust bug. It starts off with slither of an urge to travel, just a short distance to maybe Kaikoura, but then it kicks off and before you know it you're on a plane to the other side of world, in my case I was off to Scotland.

A plus side to the wanderlust bug is you get to see a lot of things you won't see at home for example I went to the Edinburgh Dungeons and and I got to see a lot of funny and exciting sights and scenes. Like in the darkest, deepest part of the Edinburgh Dungeon a creepy guy wearing a mr whippy ice cream shaped wig sentenced my mum to death, because she was ‘supposedly’ spotted dancing around a bonfire naked and chanting random word like a witch.

Another plus side to the wanderlust bug is the cool and peculiar food you see and taste like ‘dragon fruit’ you find it in the scorching heat of Singapore. It's like a white square with black seeds in it and it slides across the plate when you move it, but I can't tell you what it tastes like because I was to much of a wimp to try it. But something that I have tried is haggis it's pretty much a sausage with different kinds of meat in it. 

Something that everybody gets excited about is the plane ride. Because who doesn't like soaring through the clouds and just sitting back and relaxing while you smoothly glide through the sky. But there is something that nobody likes which is that annoying kid that kicks the back of your seat, or the baby that won't be quiet, those are just some of the down sides of flying, but it's mostly good just watch out for those little things that could make your trip less fun. 

In conclusion I think you should travel more often because It makes you happy and excited but just mind that was jetlag.


Monday, 16 May 2016

Mountain biking

️Mountain biking 
The dry rocky hill gathers dust in the sunlight.

Puddles sink into the ground as you ride a long.

The wet leaves twinkle in the beaming sunlight. 

Roots force your body to jitter as you ride along .

Black clouds surround the sky as rain drops dampen the ground.

The soaked wet ground forces the bikes to tumble.

My old house

The gathering dust permeates through the air. 
The revealing gate shows the ragged path leading to the old house.
The packed house is deserted as we fly to our new home.
The fresh new house glowed with color.
The refreshing pool twinkles in the sunlight.

Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Popcorn writing

Popcorn writing 
I heard the popcorn machine bursting and pinging. It banged like a barrel of a gun and it pinged like it was hopping on springs. I smelt smoky waves wafting through the room. For a second I thought there was a real fire. I saw a tornado of popcorn jumping everywhere like a trampoline was underneath the popcorn. The taste of the popcorn made my mouth feel parched like the desert. 

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

The treehouse

The Treehouse

The sky was clear, the hills were coated in snow. The air was fresh, from the mountain glow. Hidden among the trees, where the dappled light shows, lives a treehouse that awaits to be known.

The smell of damp wood fills the air, while the birds sing their morning song. The warmth of the sun peeking through the mossy trees, sparkles on the gleaming lake.

The treehouse door opens with a creak, inside a bright light dangles from the ceiling. Floral wallpaper covers the walls like flowers blooming in a garden.

You walk into the bathroom and the bath bubbles like bubblegum pop on your face as yellow ducklings glide on the thermal warm water.

The kitchen is filled with old China and posh cutlery. The cupboards were fragments blushed in sparkling pixie dust.

In the bedroom the fluffy pillows feel like you’re laying on fresh candy floss, while the mattress submerges your body.
And to top it of, extending of the bedroom sits a Cadbury's chocolate colored balcony so high up it feels like you're gassing over the world.

By Chloe, Ryan and Anzu 


Monday, 2 November 2015

Hammer springs nightmares

Hammer springs nightmares  
The water was rushing down the spooky, dark, slide. Zachary went first, he zoomed into darkness weeeeeeeeeeeee. I waited for the light to go green, then just as I sat down I heard his voice “HELP I AM STUCK”, why o why did it have to happen on my turn I thought. It was like Zac was glob of banana stuck in the straw of a smoothie, that one frustrating and annoying glob that ruins your delux drink experience. I rushed to the closest lifeguard and told him what happened it took 5 minutes but the good news is he got out of the slide, but we went home with a very, very grumpy Zachary. 


Thursday, 22 October 2015

My hiding place

                    My hiding place
I rushed to my hiding spot I flopped down lazily, on the freshly mown grass, it tickles my nostrils. I camouflaged my body with wet leaves. The overhanging tree tickled my face as I lay there as still as a rock. I checked the leaves hanging above me to make sure there are no gaps where I could be seen. I started to panic I couldn't see the seeker at all, I had butterflies in my stomach and chills running down my spine. Oh my gosh the seeker is right behind me, I ran as fast as Usain Bolt, wind whipping my face. I thought I lost the seeker so I stupidly sat down, I thought I had enough distance between the seeker and I. My situation was Like the that is of the ‘Hare and the Tortoise’, and you all know how that ends, the hare, me lose the race. Now I would be the seeker.