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Stock cars 12/10/13
Festival day 12/10/13
Zoo poem 10/17/13
My new story chapter 1 08/08/13
Orphtopia chapter 1 06/20/13
colour poem 05/14/13
Bio poem 04/15/13
Orphtopia - Prologue 03/04/13
red/blue 02/23/12
sting ray 08/11/11
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colour poem 07/06/11
the creation of Blob 07/05/11
Colour Poem 06/27/11
Colour Poem 2 06/14/11
my fish 06/02/11
dictionary 05/31/11
lions 05/31/11
spot 05/31/11
cute 05/16/11
spidar 05/13/11
hamster 05/12/11
zebra 03/30/11

Article posted December 11, 2013 at 10:32 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 336

Burning rubber and petrol fumes

Engulf the crisp rural air.



The constant chatter of the commentator

Barely heard over the rumble of the V8’s.



Excitement ripples through the crowd.



Dirt flies as metal hits the barrier and the ground vibrates



Each driver for his own

Who will win the title?

Article posted December 11, 2013 at 10:32 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 336



Article posted December 11, 2013 at 10:29 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 102

On Friday 6th we had a festival day, where we celebrated different festivals from around the world. Some of the festivals we celebrated are...The cherry blossom festival, Carnival of Venice, Uk Christmas, Harbin Ice and Snow festival, La Tomantina and The battle of the Oranges. I chose to study the battle of the oranges in Irvea, Italy and this is the history of how it came to be.

Back in the 12th century most royalty made up rules to suit what they wanted not what their people needed. in Irvea, Italy they had a duke who was indeed making up rules that were very self-centered. So a young woman chopped his head off. This is how the battle of the oranges came to be. The oranges symbolised the duke's head. The battle took place between soldiers in carts, the duke's foot soliders and the other people, the poor people who where treated unfairly. Now it is done to remember when the poor overcame oppression.

How to play? Basically sign up to get in a team and throw oranges at the other team.

Article posted December 11, 2013 at 10:29 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 102



Article posted October 18, 2013 at 12:28 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 112

Strolling around on blazing concrete.

Keepers feeding the rare and wild.

Bizare calls and loud roars.

The distinctive smell of carnivore dung,

polluting the air.

Article posted October 18, 2013 at 12:28 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 112



Article posted August 9, 2013 at 11:58 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 101

“What’s happening Nixie? I’m scared! Why are there wings coming out of my back?” Brax cried as he stretched out his shimmering black wings, which looked as though they belonged to a black eagle. He had a metre and a half long wing span.

“I don't know honey, but don't worry I will fix it,” I replied. I shouldn’t have lied but what else should I have done. I was only 14, he was only 3 and I'm not his mother. Suddenly Pipa ran through the doors at the back of the office with a big grin on her face. I wondered if she had noticed the two and a half metre long fawn wings she had, also attached to her back. You never know. “Nixie, Nixie, I have wings, I wonder if I can fly?” she exclaimed.

I presumed she had noticed them, “That’s nice honey, they are pretty,” I said. We were all sitting around the office - all five of us with our wings spread out, looking baffled. Brax was sitting on Vinnie's knee crying (poor kid), Justin and Max were sitting on the couch... the events of the day just starting to sink in and who did they all ask for answers? Me of course.

Article posted August 9, 2013 at 11:58 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 101



Article posted June 21, 2013 at 04:27 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 176

Chapter 1

Terry



The sun shone through the window, the bird song dominating the sound of flowing water as the river gushed past. The princess woke from her deep sleep. Sitting up, she wiped a strand of her ginger hair off her pale face as she flipped her feet out of the bed and slipped them into some old sandals she'd hand made from bark and tree fibres.



After a short confrontation with the bathroom, she opened an old wooden chest at the end of her bed and removed an orange dress with sequins on it. She slipped it over her undergarments (which were already on) and headed down a windy staircase to the 1st floor, where her father waited for her in the mornings.



The stairs creaked and cracked in protest as she took each step. She reached the bottom of the stairs where her father waited. He accompanied her to the dining room. He pulled out a chair made from pine wood polished with tree sap and she sat down with a thud,brushing the soft silk tablecloth. It was smooth as it brushed against her thighs to the sound of the chef frying tree shoots (and the smell was enough to send you into a hunger frenzy).

Article posted June 21, 2013 at 04:27 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 176



Article posted May 15, 2013 at 12:14 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 100

Sometimes I am purple, confused... but proud of it. Sometimes I am black, solid and lost because of it. Sometimes I am blue, floating in the sky... sad as I have no friends. Sometimes I am orange, bubbling in the centre of a volcano. Sometimes I am brown, glunky like old oil in a deep-fryer. Sometimes I am yellow, like a puppies first deposit. Sometimes I am green, like the relaxed gunge in a nasal canal.

Article posted May 15, 2013 at 12:14 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 100



Article posted April 16, 2013 at 01:43 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 98

I am awesome, cool and kind

I am the second daughter of a second daughter

I am one of two

I am like a volcano because I have many different chambers

I am caring, truthful and respectful

I love cars

I loathe Snakes

I value books… the words stretch on forever

I live on a 6 acre block

Article posted April 16, 2013 at 01:43 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 98



Article posted March 5, 2013 at 10:47 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 107

Prologue



        It was a cold day on Orphtopia, but not a good one.   A civil war had been started by the Froness clan.   Their aim was to kill the Pegasus, as the mysterious purple and black striped, transparent-winged creatures had been in Tucker Forest again, eating the Orphs only source of food, but the queen was against it; she refused to let the Froness clan wipe out the Pegasus and it was her job to stop it.


She did what she was taught to do, she took a walk to the creek to clear her head. When she arrived she sat on the edge of the bank. What could she do to keep her island peaceful? As she thought, her blue eyes glanced across the water. All she could see was her own reflection, her face pale yellow, sad that her island had betrayed her. She wiped a piece of her curly green hair behind her ear.


 She was lost in her dazed thinking when it happened. She was hit across the back of the head with a pipe! She blacked out and plunged in to the creek...


 

Article posted March 5, 2013 at 10:47 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 107



Article posted February 24, 2012 at 10:39 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 94

red 



warm blood



solid colour poppies



hot fire ice sky



bold sad ocean



cold water



blue

Article posted February 24, 2012 at 10:39 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 94



Article posted August 12, 2011 at 12:09 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 109

You can enter the tex


t of your blog here!

Article posted August 12, 2011 at 12:09 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 109



Article posted July 7, 2011 at 02:08 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 100

Sometimes I am red like an angry demon.



Sometimes I am  blue like the sky looking down, nowhere to go.



Sometimes black like a scared fly when humans try to squash him.



Sometimes I am yellow like a happy sunflower rising closer to the Sun.



Sometimes  I am purple like a sporty Hippo swimming in the river.



Sometimes I am brown like mud, making all the children's feet dirty.





 



 



 

Article posted July 7, 2011 at 02:08 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 100



Article posted July 6, 2011 at 04:40 PM GMT+13 • comment (1) • Reads 82

Today I made Great Goo, it was awesome! This is what Simone, Stephanie and I did to make Great Goo.



Materials you will need:



cornstarch                                                                                                              



water



a spoon



a bowl



1. In a large bowl put 1/2 or 125 ml of cornstarch.



2.Slowly add one 1/4 of a cup of water,a little bit at a time. Slowly stir the mixture with a spoon. Stir until your mixture flows  like a liquid but is not runny.



3.Now use your hands to mix up this batch of Great Goo.



4. Let the Great Goo flow between your fingers. What does it feel like?



What just happened?



The particles in the cornstarch does not mix with the water so it forms a half liquid half solid. This is called the colloid suspension.



We  called them  Great Goo Blob, Simone called hers Purplex and Stephanie called hers Gooey!



 

Article posted July 6, 2011 at 04:40 PM GMT+13 • comment (1) • Reads 82



Article posted June 28, 2011 at 01:00 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 94

sometimes I am red like an angry demon



sometimes I am blue like a sad sky looking down, nowhere to go



sometimes I am black like a scared  fly when a human tries to kill him



sometimes I am yellow like a happy sunflower rising closer to the sky everyday



sometimes I am purple like a sporty hippo swimming in the river



somtimes I am brown, like mud making every kid have muddy feet



sometimes I am bored like fog slowly falling to the ground as the grey mist takes over .



 

Article posted June 28, 2011 at 01:00 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 94



Article posted June 15, 2011 at 01:29 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 86

sometimes I am black like an angry crow



sometimes I am yellow like a dandelion swaying in the breeze, making everyone, who passes, happy and content



sometimes I am blue like a tear rolling, lonely, down your cheek



sometimes I am orange like an excited autumn leaf dancing through the air



 sometimes I am green like the relaxed gunge in the bottom of my fish tank



UNTIL  IT'S  TIME  TO  CLEAN IT!



 



 

Article posted June 15, 2011 at 01:29 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 86



Article posted June 2, 2011 at 08:57 PM GMT+13 • comment (1) • Reads 117

Article posted June 2, 2011 at 08:57 PM GMT+13 • comment (1) • Reads 117



Article posted June 1, 2011 at 01:16 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 83

dictionaries are full of words, interesting words like cat in the hat, I like words like ordinary and exraordinary now I close the book of words again tommorow I will research words like yak and yacht

Article posted June 1, 2011 at 01:16 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 83



Article posted June 1, 2011 at 01:13 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 100

silently slumbering

waiting for a meal, unending wait nothing passes by

surely tomorrow our pride will eat walking back to the pride empty-handed another day left hungry

Article posted June 1, 2011 at 01:13 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 100



Article posted June 1, 2011 at 01:10 PM GMT+13 • comment (1) • Reads 224

Spot went for a trot

through the parking lot

he made a traffic jam

because he stole a ham

he buried the bone to rot



He went for another trot

down to the grocery shop

to buy a jar of jam

to smother the last of his ham

instead of marinating it in snot.

Article posted June 1, 2011 at 01:10 PM GMT+13 • comment (1) • Reads 224



Article posted May 16, 2011 at 08:17 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 95

http://www.lonestarddb.com/studs/duke.jpg

Article posted May 16, 2011 at 08:17 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 95



Article posted May 13, 2011 at 08:04 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 98

Article posted May 13, 2011 at 08:04 PM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 98



Article posted May 13, 2011 at 10:47 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 106

Article posted May 13, 2011 at 10:47 AM GMT+13 • comment • Reads 106



Article posted March 31, 2011 at 02:49 PM GMT+13 • comment (1) • Reads 77

zebra in the bush

covered in black and white stripes

gentle herbivores

clunking hard black hooves

he lives in the dusty grass

Article posted March 31, 2011 at 02:49 PM GMT+13 • comment (1) • Reads 77



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