The  Old Country Side

In an prehistoric countryside a old wooden hut with a beautiful view a weird shaped hut with a tall triangle part connected to a shorter but longer rectangle part. Lots of windows and burglar bars over the window panes make it seem like a mystical place. With its small door and  rusted hinges makes it almost melt into the night. It sits high up on a on an cliff worn away by the sea. Far across the bay there  is a enormous mountain and rolling hills sunning themselves on such a lovely day out in the country side. The mountain with its table top and moss all over the rocks and lush grass greener than ever up on the top and down on the bottom. The rolling hills also have the same lush green grass all over it. Down towards the lies golden sand that shine brighter than the silver moon. Far away the storm clouds can be seen rolling in engulfing the hills.


By David.I

A Tweeku is a combination of a Haiku Poem and a Tweet. It is three lines long and consists of 140 characters.

                                                          A Day In The Life Of Stanley 

Stanley is sent to a juvenile camp in a dry desert,
Where he learns to work in a team, 
Gains trust and improves his relationships in his life.
By David, Nick, Hisha, Rebecca and Cecile.

These are two of my Storybird story's.

If I could be an animal, I would be a eagle. I would be an eagle because they soar and have great courage, they have the longest lifespan of wild birds. When they grow to old to hunt they can either die, or they can go through a painful process which lasts one hundred and fifty days, they have to pluck their old feathers and scratch away their old claws and then their beak. To do this they have to go somewhere high away from predators. Then they first knock their beak against rock until it falls out, then they will wait for it to regrow before plucking out their talons. They then wait for their talons and then they pluck out their old aged feathers. After its 'rebirth' it takes flight once again for thirty more years. 
Here is a short clip to show you more about the eagle.

The Lonely Hound

Grey and rusty piles full of mouldy objects. A world that emaciated dog occupies and it’s broken up buildings on the edges of the dumpster. Near the building strays fight and scavenge for food whilst their puppies hide and wait for them to return.

A mother dog has to cross a highway, for the second time that day on her way home. Cars and trucks not as abundant as rush hour has passed and most people are home. Some cars and trucks still come hurtling at her like missiles, they all miss fortunately for her puppy.  

She chooses to sleep on an open meadow. There settling in the evening sun getting pushed down displaying the only brightness in her world. She hears the owl’s soft hoot as it gets up to start chasing mice. Footsteps, people scurrying up and down the pavement to be home in time for dinner as she lies down knowing no one will come, on to the meadow till morning . She falls asleep whilst the full bright moon shines down on the meadow light an enormous spotlight in the sky.

The same highway is in her path to get to the dumpster where food is waiting. She saw what looked to her the same hurtling cars and trucks, bustling up and down. Setting foot on the highway and then sprinting across, but this is in rush hour. A roaring truck bears down on her mowing her down leaving her body in his wake.

A male with a heart of gold hears her yelping for help. He rushes over the highway, and then he starts pulling and dragging her in every way possible. He finally manages to get her on to the pavement. Mustering her last strength possible and with his help they manage to get to a nearby meadow. He ran off fetching anything comfortable he could find and finally to keep her warm he cuddles with her. They both wake up and see a beautiful orange butterfly going by and in what seemed like a story of black and white now ends with two dogs chasing an orange butterfly over the hills of the meadow.