Tag: Writing

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?… 

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.

 

Snow Ball writing

Last week we did a new type of writing, its called Snow ball writing! First we looked at our WALT (We are learning to) then we started to brainstorm. We wrote some of our ideas onto the whiteboard following the theme of “The school trip gone wrong”. There was lots of different ones like, Camp, The museum, Concert and Zoo.  The different thing about snow ball writing is that you write the start of your story then you scrunch it up and throw it to the front of the room, where someone else would pick it up and write the middle before repeating that procces where someone else would pick it up and write the end. I started my story about the zoo, I was really happy with my beginning but when I got it back after people had wrote the middle and end I was surprised. My story now included Shrek!  After that we read each others story’s and laught when funny bits came up. In the end we all all had lots of fun!

Here is the finished story:

Trip to the Zoo

“How long is this going to take?” Mia complained. We were in the school bus on our way to the zoo. “Its right there!” I reply pointing. The bus pulled up outside the entrance and we all streamed out. “Line up,” our teacher shouted. As we signed in excited chatter erupted from the crowd. The first exhibit we past had a tiger in it. I whisper to Mia, “The tiger might escape!” She stared at me before replieing “No it won’t.” The we past another exhibit that had a mysterious creature in it. It was a…

 

Baby Shrek! He was young but cute. He was eating bugs from the ground his lunch!  Mia said to me, “Um what is that monstrosity and why is it in a zoo? Um, I think thats a baby Shrek, an ugly one too. Baby Shrek looked at Mia then…BOOM he dissappeared. The girls heard a strange weird noise behind them. It was like babys laughing! The girls spun around and saw the baby Shrek sitting on the ground behind them!

THE END

Do you like it?

Poetry week!

The past 2 weeks have been poetry week and my class have been making opposite day poems. First played a game of opposites which is where our teacher says a word and we have to say the opposite of what the word was, if you were to slow or said the wrong word you had to sit down. Then we started to write some sentences, I wrote lots of sentences but only chose a few.  The bold parts are the bits that I worte, the other parts are the bits that we had to put at the start and end of our poems. We still have to print out and draw some opposite pictures on our work.

This is what I have written:

 

 



It’s Opposite Day
  It’s Opposite Day!

 The day to do things

 In the opposite way.


 A Cloud is heavy

A boulder is light

A mountain is short and

A pebble is a big height



I swim through the air and 

I fly through the ground 

I climb through the water and

 I fall through the ground




It’s Opposite Day!
Oh, wait, that’s not right.
I think we should change it
to Opposite Night!

Tara Lee

 

Do you like my opposite poem?

 

Drawing my book cover.

For the past few weeks I have been drawing a book cover for twelve of my storys over the  years.

These storys range from Naritives and Recounts, I have written them over the course of 2021-2024.  Some of these story’s were the first few ones I ever wrote.  I learned that somethings can change a lot over the years.

 

Here are some of my favorites:

Once in a lifetime

After the old pilot jumped on the baby green sea turtle, he gript his legs and arms to his turtle friend’s shell.The giant clouds cleared soon and they saw lots of plain fields.The old pilot thought he saw a farmer leading a young horse. Now he felt sick so he looked back at the front and he saw his giant friends landing on a golden sand beach and clear blue waves. He was amazed. He thought of making a house but he looked at his turtle. He decided to make a stable and a house. He lived happily ever after. 

Willow Bank

 

“Crunch!”  footsteps hit the gravel as people walk up to Willowbank the Wildlife Reserve. Mum, Nate and I hurry along the path to get to the door, inside standing in line. Me and Nate grab some Bird food and Farm animal food. When we got to the front of the line Mum paid and we got a map of the area, first is Wild New Zealand then Heritage New Zealand and Natural New Zealand.

 

 We start by seeing a Tui enclosure at the edge of the café. The second animal we saw was massive eels that were in water next to the wooden path we were walking on. As we continued along the path we saw a few chickens strutting around, so Nate fed some of the Bird feed mix to them, at first they hesitated but finally they ate a bit. Next there was a little hut that had a paddock of Fallow Deer in it, the deer were so friendly and ate some farm feed out of my hand. After the cute Fallow Deer there were lots of ducks everywhere in the waters surrounding the paths. The next main animals we saw were Swans, Ducks and Geese, my favorite one of these animals was a type of Geese called Sebastapol Geese that had really curly white feathers. After the water birds was an enclosed area that had some Wallabies lying sleeping in the corner. There was also a big cage with exquisite colourful parrots in it. Some of these birds were Cockatoos, Parakeets, Cool white and red birds, quails and Big black birds that had stunning red underneath their wings!  

 

This was my favorite part of going to Willow bank and I really enjoy going to see animals anywhere. I also saw Macaws, Otters, Capybaras, Kiwis and Ring-tailed lemurs! 

Do you like them?

I Heard a whisper but no one was there. (Writing)

For the past Term we have been writing story’s about the topic ‘I Heard a whisper but no one was there’. We have been writing thease because Miss Lang is showing us how she marks our work, we have written this story so our students in our class to mark in Rubriks.

My story is based on a beach, with an elderly lady. A voice whispers  “You shall leave or else you shall never.”

I have learned how to grade writing properly.

Here is my finale work.

T3 TL I heard a whisper when nothing was there

How would you rate my writting?

Unseen deeps -Part 3

This is my third part to Unseen deeps the story. Next time will be the last one I am doing, right now I am doing the introdution and summary!

 

Paragraph 3

 

Back at the shell city I spy an alien-like creature, when suddenly a small fish came near. It spurted out a bomb of ink blinding the little fish for just enough time to swallow it live. After I experienced that I swam in the direction of the coral garden I swam through earlier. The silence of the coral garden was peaceful and lovely compared to the noise of the shell city. In the distance I saw the silhouette of the city and felt enormous relief because there was a cloud of ink above. I see a few glowing lights heading in my direction and get mesmerized by the flashing yellow lights. Then I swam myself out of It and hid in the squishy sponges which look like holy chess. 

How is paragraph 3 compared to the last two?

Have you ever seen a sea sponge?

Unseen deeps – part 1

For the past 3 weeks we have been writeting a plan and some paragraphs for the topic Unseen Deeps. So far I have wrote one paragraph, for the planning we used Burger planning. Burger planning is were there is a introdution 3 paraghraphs and a summary. This is my burgur planning and writing for the first paragraph of  Unseen deeps, I hope you like it!

Paragraph 1

Gliding through the deep, I see coral clusters that form gardens.  Schools of fish zig-zag in between the coral, while sea urchins cover the sandy floor.  At the end of the sturdy coral gardens an ancient looming city stands. The city is made with shimmering shells that have been there for years, the city is huge with fish swimming at every turn.  In the center of the city there is an ancient structure of coral which is home.   From a house emerged a strange creature unlike anything I have ever seen … 

Do you like the ocean?

Have you ever been swimming and saw a cool creacher?