Exploration Syndicate Chalk Pastel Art  Daena Allen  Chynna-Rose McGee  Caitlin O'Connor Resolution Syndicate Printing
  Ginger Beer Bugs: VH Class
Anthony Rynde (SH-Year 4)
 The Rider by Monique Pursglove (Year 7) He's at the starting point. He feels nervous. His palms are sweaty. Ready steady, GO! He's in first place. He goes round a sharp corner. Goes over a bump. He can feel the vibration of the engine. He looks back to see where the crowd is. He loses control. He looks forward. His goggles are foggy and he is breathing heavily. BOOM! He crashes into the tyres. He flies forward in a panic. He screams for help as his motorbike slides along the ground. Bubble Bath by Sayla Southee (Year 8)
The plug begs for mercy as it’s crammed inside the hole. The tap begins its slow crusade to fill the empty tub. Bubble syrup slides down the bottle and plunges into the water below. The syrup and water reunite their magical friendship by creating fat, shiny bubbles. The bubbles wait excitedly on the surface - some so excited they burst within seconds. The bubbles breathe a sigh of relief as I relax into their warm embrace. Storm Child by Nick Goss (Year 8) Sent to her room for sulking Storm child spins out of control Her face clouds with anger Waves of rage wash over her Claps of thunder boom as she stamps her feet Whirlwinds spin out from her flailing arms of fury Black waves shoot from her hands as she throws her things across the room
Storm Child by Luke Pittman (Year 8) Sent to her room for sulking Storm child spun out of control Her face clouded in anger Waves of rage washed over her Gusts of powerful wind hurled out from her mouth in rage Her arms and legs spun out of control like a raging tornado Tantrum twisters tear down the hallway towards her room As Dad comes down like a raging thunder storm... | Threshing Machine Explanation
Matt Bradley - Year 6 (YT)
 New Entrant Writing
STORMY SKY (Ellie Fuehrer-TD) The sight is too bright to bear and the sound is deafening. ”I think the sky woke up on the wrong side of bed,” I mutter under my breath. My stomach is in knots. A thin layer of saliva thrashes against the inside of my cheeks. My breath makes a snowflake on the glassy window. The sky is getting more and more grumpy. Whirling wind whistles against the window. Lightning spreads across the town like butter on toast. There’s a pause, then thunder rapidly screams at me through the glass and the vivid smell of wet pavement glides up my nose. Suddenly the sun saves the day. It puts its warm, cheerful hand on the storm’s shoulder and pushes it away. What sunny success.
PLANE JOURNEY (Jordan Monk-CT) My eyes start getting dizzy. I watch the propellers going slowly round through my dirtied window. My mind keeps on thinking all the bad things that could happen on this tortured travel. Suddenly a sharp ding, ding dong comes cutting through the speaker above my head. A voice as crackly as newspaper, starts saying the safety guide. Why have a safety guide? I get whipped forward as my plane starts backing down the lane. All of a sudden I get whipped back in my seat again. The engine whirring so loud it nearly popped my eardrum. “Aah”! KABONK! The Best Dessert Ever
Emily McPearson (RG-Year 4) I’m sitting in the fancy restaurant, sitting by my sisters. We’re about to order our dessert. My sisters choose a boring old chocolate swirled milkshake BUT…WOAH! I choose a WAFER RED CHERRY ICE CREAM CHOCOLATE SAUCE DESSERT. We’ve waited five whole minutes. The first things I see are the milkshakes but then I tilt my head to the left. I see my big mountain of dessert. The waitress is holding a big tray almost too heavy to hold. She slides our desserts on the table like a car driving down a hill. Then starts to put a big lump of whipped cream on mine followed by a big red cherry on top. My eyes are open as wide as possible. I open my mouth as wide as it can go. But wait! Something pops right out of my head. “A spoon’’ I boom out loud. The waitress brings a shiny silver spoon with jewels on it. I pick it up with my sweaty hands. My heart is pumping so fast that it feels like I’m going to faint. The chocolate sauce is driving down the dessert like a volcano exploding. The ice cream is melting like ice. The fruit is trying to fight down the clear blue cup so I don’t eat it. I pick up one scoop and then take one mouthful. Mmmmmmm. It’s SO delicious. I could have 20 more helpings. A Tasty Surprise by Alana Barnes (Year 6)
As I closed my eyes, I took a deep breath inhaling a mixture of warm sweat, a sweet and sour smell and something that smelt of fresh metal. It was silent apart from the soft humming and ticking of the clock, the breathing of my table mate, my heart beat and the crinkling of plastic. I could sense Miss Atkinson walking up to me. Something dropped in to my hand. It felt squishy and soft, as well as fuzzy and it had either sugar or salt on it. Miss Atkinson instructed us to place it in our mouths. I hesitated, but then quickly stuffed it into my mouth. It tasted sour and sweet at the same time. After the sugar had been wiped off it felt slimy. As I looked around I saw people pretending to barf and some, laughing with half a lolly sticking out of their mouths. "Must have been a
sugar snake," I thought, as I looked at the goofy scene
surrounding me.
Resolution Syndicate have been doing some work looking at simple machines. Here are two explanations about how these machines work.
 Cassidy Abbot (SM-Year 3)
 Rylee Gardner (SM-Year 4)
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