Tag: Writing

DRAMA WRITTEN REFLECTION

October 11, 2016 / / 2 Comments

Movement can communicate emotion when you do something that shows an obvious feeling. For example, making a sad face, or rubbing your tummy, would show that you are hungry and sad.

In our groups we had to show certain emotions in order to look sad and happy. The people of the village were cold and sad at first because they didn’t have fire to keep warm, but when fire was brought, they could feel the warmth and be happy. Their posture and the way they were on the floor, shows that they were cold. When we moved, it showed that they were happy.

 

Worlds Apart Part One

October 10, 2016 / / 1 Comment

In February, 1880 when the weather was bitterly cold and out of the deep from the woods came a grumpy,  8 feet tall and huge in stature man. He looked so unkempt and slams his foot on the paving stones as he walked towards the village square of  Cookney, Aberdeenshire in the early hours of one Sunday morning. His footsteps woke up the whole village as pictures and clocks hanging on the walls fell down as he walked pass.

Before he could cover about 200 yards more than half of the villagers followed him wanting to see his face. No one had the courage to ask him his name or who he was. Only one lady had the courage to go up to him and ask. She was the nicest person in the whole village, so if anything she said was a good suggestion, the whole village would agree. She was very petty, and a day wouldn’t go by without some of the men lining up at her door, asking for her hand in marriage.

“What’s your name?” The roughen was about entering his home, but before he did, he gave a menacing stare that drove all the villagers away. The lady had followed him, a few of the men tried to stop her, but it was too late. On the way, the man found it strange that she wasn’t afraid of him…

The lady couldn’t help but to sing while wondering into the meaningless and empty forest, she wasn’t aware of her whereabouts or if someone or something was watching her. But she kept on singing. Humming to assure herself of any danger, she noticed that every time she hummed or sang a song, a lower voice would mix in and make a beautiful harmony. She decided to follow the voice until she came to a fork between two roads, the one on the left was higher than the voice on the right, but the left was also more louder, so she couldn’t decide which one to take.

It was the following day, and as usual, the men of the village would go to her door and ask for her hand in marriage, also bringing gifts to win her over, but alas, she wasn’t there. They had forgotten she was even gone, so the people of the village were all alerted and alarmed, because the most favoured person in the whole of the village, was gone. She was still picking though, until she took the right. It wasn’t a wise decision. It was extremely dark, even though it was day time. She was robbed of her sight as soon as soon as she chose the path, causing her to wonder through a totally different world. The whole town was panicking about where she was and if she was OK, even she herself couldn’t even force a squeak out of her mouth.

Suddenly, a pair of yellow eyes stared straight at her own, she

wanted to walk forward, but she found herself going backwards until she was falling, falling to her doom. The people of the village created a search party to look for her, but she had already gone down the hole. When she thought all hope was lost, a giant hand reached in for her and caught her.

The woman didn’t know where she was or when she got to this mysterious place, but she didn’t want to stick around to find out. She dashed for the village, but her sight was still robbed and she went in the wrong direction. For she had bumped into the feared man she was looking for. He was a complete stranger to only her. Everyone knew that he was the person who terrorized the village until someone had the courage to go and teach him a lesson and he was never seen again.

 Part two…

BARACK OBAMA

October 7, 2016 / / 2 Comments

Barack Obama originated from Kenya, were his dad stayed until he got a scholarship and was able to come here to study in the America, where he met Obama’s mum, Ann. She was an American anthropologist who specialized in economic anthropology and rural development. Obama junior was born in August 4, 1961 and was the first born. He married Michelle had two daughters, called “Malia” and “Sasha”.

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Barack Obama is one of the world’s greatest leaders, because he not only cares for his country, but he also doesn’t take advantage and make promises he can’t keep. He wanted to study law, so he went to . He studied in Colombia University and also studied law in Harvard law school.

Barack Obama’s qualities are a lot : He is fair, he cares for the country, people like him and he only makes promises he can keep. These are the qualities of a good leader. Barack Obama received national attention during his campaign in 2004 and won it. He also started his campaign in 2007 and was rewarded later with the 2009 Nobel peace prize laureate.

During his first years in office, Obama signed into law economic stimulus legislation in response to the Great Recession in the form of the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act of 2009 and the Tax Relief, Unemployment Insurance Reauthorization, and Job Creation Act of 2010. Other major domestic initiatives in his first term included the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, often referred to as “Obama care”; the Dodd–Frank Wall Street Reform and Consumer Protection Act; and they Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell Repeal Act of 2010.

It is his 8th year in power now and there is an election coming up.

The Shrinkinator – By Joshua Lathbridge

October 4, 2016 / / 6 Comments

As Bob got out from his mums car, he dribbled his football over to the shed, where his Grandpa normally worked. Going into the shed he was about to step on a snail but it looked as if it had transformed and – and wheels grew out of its shell. Entering the shed, his eyes met with some sort of machine, like a karaoke player for cavemen. Turning the handle with his hand, he noticed that it kept going faster and faster until Grandpa burst into shouting, hoping to get bobs attention. But it was too late, Bob and Grandpa had shrunk!

Waking up from the explosion, Grandpa was chatting about how it was a breakthrough because they had shrunk down to the size of bugs. Bob was not at all happy that he was the smallest in his family, even before he was shrunk down in the size of a ant! “good job, Grandpa how did you get that small?” asked a curious little wasp. Bob wasn’t sure of what was happening or why a wasp could talk. “Yeah, why are you the size of an ant?” Bob remembered this snail, because he almost stepped on it when he was half way to the shed! Scratching his head, he noticed his hand was cold. Later on, he realised that he didn’t have a hand. It was made of metal.

“What happened to my hand?!” Bob exclaimed in his outside voice. He didn’t know at all what was happening, “first I had to come to my grandpa’s place because my mum is travelling and I don’t know where my dad is, secondly, I get shrunk down to the size of an insect and lastly, I don’t have an arm! So, I don’t care what it takes to get big again, but I will find those shrinkinator parts and I’m going to be big again!” Bob thought he could inspire them with such a speech, but willow and Syd (short for Sydney) didn’t agree.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into and you definitely don’t want to run into Lydia and her henchmen.” Bob was very confused now, he didn’t know who a “Lydia” even was. “What’s a Lydia anyway?” Bob was really curious of what was so dangerous about a yard anyway…

Meanwhile…

“High, Low, get here now!” Lydia was in a rage yet happy at the same time. “So, the shrinkinator has had a hiccup and exploded. This means that I can grab my chance and take over the world!” As Lydia celebrated her chance, bob and the rest of the gang went out to find shrinkinator parts, while grandpa put them together. “See, what could possibly go wrong?” asking willow and Syd, almost wanting a reaction from them. “Guys!, r-roach-roaches coming our way!” Chowder burst like a packet of sweets mixed with soda. bob slowly turned around, body locked in place until his neck had reached half way round. Head fully turned, he stared in horror at what he was looking towards.

“Look who showed up, a puny human, smaller than us, walking around the back-yard.” The others, except for bob, all backed away. “Run away!” They screamed simultaneously, bob locked his feet steady n the ground, but he was lifted up by chowder and brought back to the shed. “What did you just do, we have all the power because we have all the gear. We should be the ones to get them to run away!” Syd, Willow and Chowder all knew this was true, but they were aware of the ranking system and they definitely knew that a roach out ranked a snail, a wasp and a caterpillar, but they went back anyway. The roaches were almost at the giant sprinkler, but bob and his friends were well on their way to catching up.

Finally, they were gaining on them, all of them, especially bob were ecstatic. The roaches started to run as the team charged at them. Willow, who was in a rage, transformed and sent her drill straight at them, but, splitting up, she drilled into the floor. Bob and chowder were having more luck. Bob, being able to shoot things out his robotic hand, got a piece of his string around low’s legs. High, however, was almost at the giant sprinkler! Bob, with the help of chowders blades, when high fell down, caught their first part with his grappling hook. Going back victoriously, they all talked about how they were able to perform all that without getting hurt by them.

“Hi mum, I’m OK. I met a few bullies but nothing I can’t handle, love from bob”.

They kept doing this until the shrinkinator was ready, and when it was ready, bob was going to get big until Lydia shrank down smaller than she even was. So, bob couldn’t get big because his dad was the only one who could make more…