Year: 2026

Week 5 Creative Writing

21/5/2026

My goal was to write using figurtive language.

 

The Wizard And The Jars.

 

 

“Where is it? It must be here somewhere.” The old man muttered to himself. He was sorting through the assortment of colourful glass jars that were strapped around his body. 

“Ah, perfect. Just what I need,” he said. He had unhooked a jar of swirling dark blue liquid. The liquid swirled and moved in the jar, it was like the inky swirls of the galaxy. The man continued searching through the jars, looking through the ones hooked on his back. The jars were all hanging from small metal hooks that were sticking out of his leather tunic. 

“Ah ha! Finally! The last piece of the puzzle.” He exclaimed. In his hand he held a tall metal jar filled with fat, golden worms. 

 

The old man walked over to a hard, metal bowl. Adjusting his thick leather hat, he carefully placed the jars he had picked onto a worn, wooden table that was as big as a log. The table already held an assortment of colourful jars.

 

The strange old man uncorked the jars and chanted a few words, before pulling on thick, sturdy gloves. He stood up taller and took a pinch out of one of the jars, sprinkling it into the metal bowl. Suddenly he started chanting, taking pinches out of the different jars. The powders and objects from the jars started swirling together, making a shape in the bowl. The old man gasped, seemingly surprised his experiment actually worked. The shape grew and expanded as the man added more and more ingredients. Finally the man had run out of jars and the swirling had stopped, leaving behind a shimmering green object in the metal bowl.

 

The man smiled, the smile stretching from one ear to the other. He picked up the object and grinned wickedly. Now he could finally seek revenge on his nemesis. 

 

Week 4 Creative Writing,

This week my goal was to Use figurative language in my writing.

Do you think I achieved my goal?

Tanner puffed up his chest, I’ve got this! He thought. He quietly stepped forward and pushed aside the flap of the tent. Inside the tent there sat a man, he was staring intently at Tanner like an owl stalking its prey. 

“Um, hello.” Tanner squeaked, all his confidence disappearing in an instant.

“Hello,” replied the strange man, his voice was cunning and knowing.

Tanner breathed in shakily, he clenched his fist and stood a little straighter.

“I am here for the riddle.” He said in a confident voice.

“I know, young Tanner. You have to be worthy to receive the riddle.” The man said in a voice as smooth as silk. He grinned at Tanner, a smile which sent shivers down Tanner’s spine.

“H-How do you know my name? And what do you mean I have to be worthy? Maybe the villagers are right and you are crazy.” Tanner stammered, as scared as a mouse in the mouth of a cat.

“Oh, I know a lot of things about you Tanner. And it’s too late to back out now, you’re already here. I can sense you are worthy of my riddle.” The man said mysteriously. 

 

Tanner noticed for the first time that the man’s eyes were shaped like keyholes. 

“Let’s begin, I assume you know the rules?” The creepy man questioned. Tanner tried to back up but stopped, he was so close to his goal. 

“Can you repeat the instructions? All the rumors are different.” Tanner asked, nervously fiddling with his shirt collar. The strange man stilled,

“You have one riddle, I will flip this hour glass and by the time the last grain of sand slips through you will have given me your answer. If you get the answer wrong you will be doomed to be my servant for forever. However, if you get it right, I will give you a great treasure. Do you understand?” The man’s voice had gone deep and grim.

“I understand.” Tanner said, excitement bubbling in his stomach. 

 

The man grinned and started the riddle.

“I have a metal body but no hands,

I have a head but no brain,

I can open the smallest box,

But I am lost to all, and no one knows where I lay.

What am I?”

Tanner thought as the man flipped the hourglass. He thought maybe a key, but that was not lost to all. He was starting to panic as the last grains of sand slipped through the middle. Just as the time ran out Tanner blurted.
“A Lost Key!” 

The man looked confused and slightly shocked.

“Well done! You got it right!” He said with a hint of surprise in his voice. Tanner grinned, He did it! He was about to get the great treasure the man had promised.

“Pick a key, any key. Just chose wisely, this is the great treasure I have promised.” Tanner looked around and realised for the first time that there were heaps of keys on hooks all around the room. 

“Um, that one! The one over in the corner!” He said, excited and a little disappointed. The man reached up behind him and grabbed the key Tanner was pointing to. He then handed it to Tanner as if expecting a reaction.

“Thank you. What is it for?” Tanner said, examining the key. 

“You will find out, young Tanner.” The man said mysteriously and shooed Tanner out the door. Tanner turned around to get one last look of the tent. He was confused, what was this mysterious key for? What did it unlock?… 

Geometry Week 3

This week we have been doing geometry. We have been focusing on types of triangles and circles.  This is the creature that I made.

Head: 2x rectangle + 1x trapazoid
Ears: 1x quadrilateral
Body: 4x Irregular hexagon + 2x equalatiral triangle
Legs: 2x squares
Tail: 1x right angle triangle + 1x isosceles triangle

 

 

Creative Writing Week 3

This is my week 3 creative writing. My goal was to write in paragraphs.

Do you think I achieved my goal?

A low rumble shook the ground beneath Edward’s feet. He looked up at his mother, about to ask why the ground was moving when she said,

“Quickly now, you’ve got to go help your father on the wharfs.” Edward sighed, he didn’t particularly like working on the wharfs with his father, but his mother insisted that he did as he was told.

“Okay mother, I’ll be back for lunch.” He told her and walked out the door. It was a long walk as his family were poor.

 

As he walked, Edward pondered, about the rumbles in the ground, about how he was forced to work and about how he was certain he had seen a rat nibbling on his mothers best bread. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a rat scurry out in front of him, snapping him out of his thoughts. Looking up, he realised he had taken a wrong turn somewhere and now stood in front of a smelly sewer entrance. As he was standing there, he thought he saw inky black tentacles slithering out of the entrance. Edward hesitated, he had two choses, turn around and go to work on the wharfs with his father, or investigate to see if he actually saw what he thought he had seen.

 

It was an easy choice for Edward, as his life was boring and repetitive. Scrunching up his nose he dropped down into the underground sewer tunnels. He was hit with a sudden stinking smell. Holding his nose with his arm he ventured further into the damp, smelly darkness. Rounding a corner in the tunnel he stifled a gasp, there was a thick, black, foggy creature standing a few meters in front of him. It slowly turned its foggy head and Edward screamed, instantly fainting.

Creative writing 1

My goal was to write in paragraphs.

Do you think I achieved my goal.

Adira crept quietly, darting between the shadows. Two men sat in the soft glow of a flickering fire. They were arguing noisily, perfect for Adira to slip undetected. She  pressed her back against the hard wood bookshelves behind her and slowly crept to the side. The two men were getting louder, almost shouting at each other. 

“I told you! Something is seriously wrong with this place!” One of the men yelled, his face was bright red. He stood up and Adira noticed that his hands were curled in fists. 

“There is nothing wrong with my estate, sir. I will take your warnings into consideration.” The other man said calmly. He also stood up, “I must get to dinner now, if you would excuse me.”

 

The second man walked out of the room, Adira took extra care to sink into the shadows as he walked past. Adira turned her attention back to the first man, he had sat back down and seemed to be calming himself. She crept forward and ducked in behind his chair. From her position she could smell the sharp smell of tobacco on his breath. Silently she drew a wickedly sharp dagger and stepped out into the light.

 

Creative Writing Week 9

My goal this week was to hook my reader.

I hope you like my writing!

 

Isis took a deep breath, this was it! The night of the ritual had finally come. She stepped forward, walking slowly along the well-worn path at her feet. “Come Yuki, it has started.” She said to the huge cat next to her. Along the sides of the path, glowing, blue-purple grasses spotted the dark landscape. Coming to a halt Isis gazed up, a massive structure of dark stone arced into the sky. It formed three arch ways, two smaller ones flanking a huge one. A tall slab of stone stood in front of Isis, it was faintly glowing a light blue. Isis took a big breath and started to chant the words. As she was chanting Isis felt a sense of pride, every worthy person in her family did this ritual when they turned eleven years old. When she finished the chant she looked up. The huge stone arch way above her lit with ancient symbols.

Creative Writing Week 7

Thursday 12th March 2026,

My goal is to:  Don’t start every sentence with “I”

I hope you enjoy my story.

I looked up from the saddle of Clover and couldn’t believe it, I was almost there! Finally after months of journeying over rough terrain me and Clover had almost made it. As we rounded a bend I saw it, the sight took my breath away. Hooping off the saddle I ran to the edge of the path and took in the full view. In front of me was a beautiful castle, it had warm-grey stone walls and red-pink roofs with red flags flying. Behind it was a tall forested mountain, in front of it was a clear green lake with a couple of rocks poking out. In the distance I saw a small cliff-like hill with a tiny little watch tower. “Look! Clover! Finally we’re here.” I say excitedly while turning to face her. She raised her head at me and shook her rug.  I turned back around, my red cloak flying. It was a beautiful sight. Mounting Clover again we continued towards the stone bridge that led to the city. As we got closer I noticed more details, there was one main tower with a rounded roof with multiple more around the outside. Clover and I stepped into the grand gate and started our new life…