Thursday, 28 May 2020
Monday, 11 May 2020
Small Man, Huge words - Home School Task
This is another story I wrote during home school.
The scratching of pen and paper. The constant pen refill. Was all just a daily routine to please his master. His master, Clint Parry, a world famous author used Will as a book slave. Mr. Parry had no writing talent, zero vocabulary skills or even illistrator art skills. He was useless. Yet he got all the money from Will’s spectacular skills with writing, vocab. He even illistrated his own books. But of course Clint took all the glory.
After a good day of pure writing, Will was put in a small cage and fed soup. That was he ever got. In Will’s cage, there was a small house like area. There was a s small, working shower, a small comfy bed, a small, humble kitchen and a small decorated living room. But Will still hated his life. He was about the size of a newborns middle finger, to give you an idea. When he was a baby he was barely visible. And living under a microscope was not fun.
Now Will was writing about a man who enslaved a poor man to do his chores without pay. But then, the man fids a beautiful woman and falls into a deep love. She gives him the money to move out of the rich mans hold. They lived together and happily ever after, until of course book two, where the rich man kidnaps the beautiful woman and will give her back if the poor man continues doing his chores, and he of course agrees. It has a sad ending, the man ending up killing himself.
Back to reality, Will would dream of escape. But what would he do? Get stepped on? He had to say and write. “Is my new bestseller ready yet?” Mr. Parry asked with a hint of envy and harshness in his voice. “I’m on to the final chapter, sir.” Will replied. “A new friend for you will be arriving soon. I have ordered you a tiny little dog, that will grow to be half the size of you. And yes, it is live.” Will was shocked. He had always longed for a friend. A dog would be perfect. “It should be arriving later today.”
Later on at Will’s supper, he got a special delivery. He opened the box that lay on his front door, and there it was. A beautiful tan puppy was inside. She was very fluffy with huge brown eyes. Will took her inside. Maybe this was his happily ever after?
The scratching of pen and paper. The constant pen refill. Was all just a daily routine to please his master. His master, Clint Parry, a world famous author used Will as a book slave. Mr. Parry had no writing talent, zero vocabulary skills or even illistrator art skills. He was useless. Yet he got all the money from Will’s spectacular skills with writing, vocab. He even illistrated his own books. But of course Clint took all the glory.
After a good day of pure writing, Will was put in a small cage and fed soup. That was he ever got. In Will’s cage, there was a small house like area. There was a s small, working shower, a small comfy bed, a small, humble kitchen and a small decorated living room. But Will still hated his life. He was about the size of a newborns middle finger, to give you an idea. When he was a baby he was barely visible. And living under a microscope was not fun.
Now Will was writing about a man who enslaved a poor man to do his chores without pay. But then, the man fids a beautiful woman and falls into a deep love. She gives him the money to move out of the rich mans hold. They lived together and happily ever after, until of course book two, where the rich man kidnaps the beautiful woman and will give her back if the poor man continues doing his chores, and he of course agrees. It has a sad ending, the man ending up killing himself.
Back to reality, Will would dream of escape. But what would he do? Get stepped on? He had to say and write. “Is my new bestseller ready yet?” Mr. Parry asked with a hint of envy and harshness in his voice. “I’m on to the final chapter, sir.” Will replied. “A new friend for you will be arriving soon. I have ordered you a tiny little dog, that will grow to be half the size of you. And yes, it is live.” Will was shocked. He had always longed for a friend. A dog would be perfect. “It should be arriving later today.”
Later on at Will’s supper, he got a special delivery. He opened the box that lay on his front door, and there it was. A beautiful tan puppy was inside. She was very fluffy with huge brown eyes. Will took her inside. Maybe this was his happily ever after?
Thursday, 7 May 2020
Mothers day Tutorial
This is a video I recorded for mothers day. I hope you will do something from this small list for your mum.
Tuesday, 5 May 2020
What's the time? - A Home School Task
I made this story during home school
As they walked through the deep dark woods, Alesha was a bit worried. “Uh, are you sure we’re going the right way?” A brown haired girl looked down at the blonde. “Yes, of course! Why wouldn’t I?” She wasn’t totally sure. they had gotten lost ages ago. “M-maybe we should turn back, I don’t like this. Mum even said we had to be home by dinner!” Alesha pointed out. “Oh no! What time is it?”
“I don’t know!”
“Don’t you have a watch?”
“I left it at home!”
“Well, we’re dead!”
“3 o’ clock.” Alesha and Sally went silent. “D-did y-you say t-that?” Alesha stammered. “No….” Sally answered. Little did they know, they were being fooled. “Whoever said that, do you know how we could get home?” Sally asked cautiosly. “Yes..” The voice echoed. “But for a price. One of you, must stay with me for tea, and the other shall return home. I will escort the second home.” Alesha looked very pleased. “Well I’m sorry, but our mother has said that we had to be home by then.” Sally was very good at making excuses. “Pity, but I’m sure you would like to stay when you find out that I am a wolf.” Sally and Alesha were horrified. “Umm, you’re sure you won’t.. Eat us?” Alesha said. “Of course not darling.”
The wolf stepped out from behind a tree. He was ragged and looked hungry as a lion. “Run.” Sally whispered. “But-” “RUN!” Alesha dashed away. “Why don't we play a little game, girl?” The wolf said calmly, as if his meal hadn’t just ran away. “What ‘game’?” Sally was confused why a wolf would like to play a game. “Have you heard of, ‘what’s the time Mr. Wolf?’” Sally nodded. “Good, good. That is what we shall play. If you catch me, you can go home. If I catch you three times, you won’t be seeing that pretty little sister of yours again.” Sally agreed. Better to try than to not. Mr. Wolf lined up at a tree and waited. Sally realized she should ask the time.
“What ‘s the time Mr.Wolf?”
“4 o’ clock.” Sally took four steps forward, not to big, not to small. “The wolf started to get worried that he would not be eating today. This continued until…. “What’s the time Mr.Wolf?” “DINNER TIME” Sally darted to the side and clapped the wolf on the back. “CAUGHT YOU!” She yelled. Mr. Wolf howled into the night sky as Sally ran far away.
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