This week, one of the homework tasks for students in 5/6W was to write a creative story. They were given a visual prompt and an introduction to work on.
“While going for a walk, you decide to take a different route home. You notice a large rock in the distance. Curious, you decide to explore.
“This is not a rock, it’s a cave entrance!”
One of our students would like to share with you their final product. Take it away, Evvey!
As I approached the cave entry, I hear and feel the howling wind. I feel very scared. Who knows what could be on the other side of this door, yet there was something pulling me closer.
I got to the front of the cave door and it had very small steps up to the door. I reach for the small handle, but it disappears and my hand goes straight through!
“Wow!”, I thought to myself. Not thinking, I walked through the door.
What was I thinking? Okay, I had to calm myself down. As I looked around I saw this beautiful garden and in the distance I saw some sort of village. The garden was amazing, unlike anything you have ever seen. There were these flowers that looked exactly like lollipops everywhere! The grass was the brightest and most richest, greenest that I had ever seen. I had to just lay down on it. The grass was so soft.
As I sat back up, I heard this strange, but lovely, voice. I turned to my right and there was a group of small men with brightly coloured hair and the cutest eyes I had ever seen! They asked me to dance. I was so happy, I got up and started dancing with them. Mind you, I had no idea who I was dancing with, but I certainly didn’t feel scared anymore.
Then I asked who they all were? They all cheered happily, “We are the Tribe of the Dancing Eckles!”.
“That’s awesome!” I replied.
Oh, then I realised the time. It had been hours since I got here. Mum will be worried! So I said, “Goodbye. I hope to see you again. Where is the door?”
They cheerfully replied, “Across the hill and follow the Purple Plank Path!” they continued, “Farewell our good friend!”
As I stood outside the door, I could hear and feel the howling wind again. It didn’t bother me like before, though. I skipped and danced happily home to my mum.
I wonder if my mum believes me..?