Phoebe's Whoopi Goldberg Biography

Hopeless to hopeful

Hopeless the cloud wandered the Earth with nothing much to do. He saw a fire that inspired him to do something grand and new, he plotted a plan to help the humans down below. First on his list was to put out the fire, he felt so proud and wanted that little bit more. Next he saw a dark damp car park so he gave it light, he saw a dog it barked he ran. The final deed he did was fill up a well so people had clean water.

Phoebe T's 500wc

500 wc draft, Phoebe, Age 11

The coffee decides

Miss Lekta was extremely engaged in her morning coffee,  Clara noticed. Her pale Swedish face was extremely concentrated. Clara shifted from her crouched position behind the white, rickety and charmingly paint-chipped fence to get a better look. "Clara?"

What?! How had Miss Lekta spotted her? She decided to stay quiet.

"Clara. Quickly, poppet, come here!" Clara stood up, her face was flushed with guilt - but mostly red, actually. She gently pushed a flaky fence post to the side and stepped into the quaint little garden that Miss Lekta was beckoning from.                        

But instead of telling her off, Miss Lekta turned her coffee cup towards Clara. In foam, it read two clear, neatly printed words: It's time. Clara pinched herself. Oh dear. She was awake.

"Time for what?" she asked in a filtered voice. Miss Lekta gave a sympathetic wince at her and Clara fainted clean away...

She woke up and immediately felt warm. She forced her eyes open and tried to take in her surroundings : she was laid down on a fluffy, warm thing. She was speeding through a clean, bright, leafy wood at full speed.  And Miss Lekta was sat, gripping the ... fur? At her side. But she was wearing a green dress that she had not been wearing before, and, as Clara looked down, she realised she too was dressed in a similar garment. " Right, " she gasped as she sat up.

" I'm sure this must be a little confusing for you, Clara,"   the woman said gently. "You see, to put it simply, you have  been chosen." But Clara's mind could not focus. Instinctively, she looked down at the animal that was hurtling them through the forest. She almost fainted again when she saw it was a woolly mammoth.  

It was then that Miss Lekta launched into a detailed explanation of the situation.  Apparently,  Clara was being appointed to work for 'Nirturen' a secret cooperation that had used deeply complicated technology to clone every extinct or badly endangered animal since the dinosaurs. "For our surveillance unit," hastily explained Miss Lekta. "Like me. I recommended you after watching you watch everything else. It was fascinating." She finished her sentence just as they entered a clearing, brimming with extraordinary life and small, modern wood huts. If Clara had been speechless before, then she certainly was now.

Dismounting the Mammoth, Clara finally exhaled a long held breath and watched two Tasmanian wolves gallop across the sunlit path. She finally asked a question that had been impulsively floating around her head. "Why?" And then, "It's not a dream, is it?!"

Miss Lekta smiled at her. "Nu-uh, hun, this is real."

Clara sighed but she didn't think it was relief. She relaxed a little when she spotted professional looking scientists pottering about, and even more when she saw a tiger greet one with a lick. So they won't kill me, hopefully she thought. Slowly she began enjoying herself,  and didn't realise how far they'd walked 'til she gasped...

Phoebe's 170-ish word challenge

Petrified, exhausted, breathless, I ran as fast as humanly possible for dread that this might be the end... and in doing so, straight into a peach-coloured wall of flab that was situated in the middle of a glade. Rebounded back onto my own steps, I gazed flabbergasted up into the zesty green eyes (or, actually, eye) of an equally shocked, and massive, cyclops. He was, probably, the end of me. But as my mouth attemped an exceedingly feeble squeal, he cupped his monsterous hand around me and lifted me to eye level, where I was joyfully greeted with a simple "Bonjour!", a pat on my head and was then returned to my previous location. The cyclops simply walked off, and, as I saw him beckoning to me with an atlas sized finger, I tore off my trainers and let my feet sink into the ankle deep velvety moss before eagerly following behind. And it is safe to say that was the best descision I have ever made!

Phoebe's 108 WC - The school run

Let us go
My merry men
Off to France
And back again

Yes, off to France
The sun is warm
We shall advance
And weather all storms

The paintbrush paints
our pretty path
Through streets of Worcester
And streets of Bath

We follow on
And mercy be!
Heaven knows if
That's the sea

Paint a bridge
An island, a boat
Something to keep us
Dry and afloat

Over the channel
We take in our stride
And soon we are saying
Farewell to the tide

Follow on
This wonder road
A patchwork quilt
Neat stitches sewed

Hide our future
Conceal our fate
But let's hope for school
We'll not be late!

Phoebe T's 'The walrus and the carpenter' article

Phoebe T's Mum's 100 word challenge

"Sacré bleu! Curse these Paris taxes! Whatever is to become of Grandpapa's business?" lamented Emil's mother, as she and the Hotel des Beaux Rêves' last remaining resident discussed Serious Matters in urgent whispers. 

"Must we accept easyHotel's offer? What would become of this place? Their decor is so... orange! If only we could relocate..." 

Emil, clutching the string of his red balloon in gâteau-sticky hand, stopped counting pigeons and turned towards them. He had always wondered about Monsieur Gandalf, who winked at him conspiratorially and replied:

"No problem is insurmountable, ma cherie. All we need is a little blue-sky thinking..."

Phoebe T.s' Dad's 100 wc

I am looking at this picture, and wondering what to write.

I see the birds; the wires; the sign; the walls, all peeling white.

The red balloon troubles me – I wonder what can it be.

Who owns it?  Holds it?  Tied it up?  Who might set it free?

And then, from nowhere, a greater fear descends on me: a nightmare –

Perhaps it is not that the hotel has risen up in the air.

What if it is the only thing still anchored, still the same,

And it is in fact the rest of us who have plummeted from the frame?

The cosiest Christmas story ever - Phoebe's 102 word challenge

It was a freezing Christmas Eve, and it had snowed - Evie was looking forward to her first white Christmas. She trudged along through the crisp snow, tiny snowflakes tickling her eyelashes and floating up her nostrils. A bird used her wings to shelter her chicks, and as it shivered they nestled close. Evie unlocked the door and wiped her feet, before flinging her coat off and slumping on the sofa.

She opened the final little door on her Christmas calendar and popped the silky milky chocolate in her mouth. Christmas had begun.

The crimson sword

it's tip glistened

The sun blazing on it's edge.

The Scarlett handle spattered with mud and water.

The owner of the weapon drank care freely from the small water sac by his side.

That sword had slay none man, none live creature.

At least, none live anymore.

The immortal evil that sword had killed , the sucking vampires, the demons left by determined souls.

The courage of thee with no heart or life, the courage of a piece of worthless yet priceless iron.

The crimson sword. 

They saluted the killer, the one safe peacemaker, the one who's owner did nothing to challenge thy power, the Crimson sword. 

The power from above that was ignited in thee, but still thee lays lifeless. May you never downfall, never rust, never be overpowered. Thee rest. Thee fight, and then thee rest more. We'll never forget your trusting stories, and thy leave this earth with full confidence in thee.

And the Crimson sword be our saviour, for the end.

The Trap - Phoebe 100 word challenge

"Here, take this - you can use it to contact me," said the stranger, who was apparently from a secret organisation. I took the seemingly normal I-phone and felt a sudden tug of pain. "If you live long enough!" screamed the man - and I realised, it was too late. Wires were escaping the bottom of the phone and were beginning to entangle my wrist like tentacles, slowly creeping up my arms, along my shoulders. I screamed. The man just watched as they crept up my face, covering my eyes.
Everything blacked out.  Would the light come back?

Malvern Masterminds

 Congratulations to our Year 6 team from Malvern Wells who won the King's School Junior Quiz qualifying round.

They certainly did it in style, breaking a nine year record with an unprecedented score of 89! 

To put their achievement in perspective their nearest rivals amassed a total of 45! 

Well done to John, Phoebe, Ari and Ollie and bring on the grand final on Tuesday 21st October 

The Crocodile

Usually, on your holidays, you do not expect to be eaten. This is why I disobeyed my father and jumped on the river swing without doing up the harness. Which is how the crocodile popped up like a jack- in- the- box and snapped me up. Although, and I say this proudly, I am pretty sure if I wasn't on that swing, in a true gator wrestle I could've beaten it. But, I was in a swing, and now I live in the croc's stomach. It's a shame this guy hasn't abducted anyone else recently, so I wouldn't be lonely.

Mr Kedensweller

We sat down. Mr Kedensweller grimaced. "What a bunch of hog warts." He pointed his cane at Henry. "You!" he cried, his eyes bulging.
"Dirt on yer 'ands! And you! Even more dirt on yer 'ands!" He wiped his nose on his sleeve, and with his mucky hands, picked up his cane and pointed it at Henry. "Stupefy!"
"Sir... sir, the wonderful works of harry potter have got to you, sir!" Cried Vicky.
"Nonsense, girl! Now, start chanting..."
"Snape, Snape, Severus Snape DUMBLEDORE Snape, Snape, Severus Snape DUMBLEDORE!"
Vicky grimaced. "Snape, Snape, Severus Snape - "
"VOLDEMORT!" cried Vicky, triumphantly.

The Referee's going to hospital - 110ish word challenge

At Wembley stadium... Me vs. Nadal... and he was serving. And, my life, was it whopper - he himself could barely reach the ball to tap it after that monster bounce. The green bullet sped towards me. Speed, which is incredible, can be very frightening - so I gave the ball a great whack. As I hit the ball, everyone in the stadium knew where it was destined... the exact area of the Referees' neck pulse. It knocked him off his tall chair, and bam he was lying unconscious on the perfectly manicured green stripy lawn. A frantic supporter who had missed the last six seconds of drama yelled "OUT! Stupid ref."

Facts!!!

The amazon rainforest is home to the rare collared anteater.
    
At the beginning of the twentieth century 230 indigenous Brazilian tribes survived in Brazil but by 1971 ninety of them had disappeared.

In 1530 Martim Affonso de Sousa founded the first Portugese communities in Brazil expelling French intruders.

The truth about it

Isn't it strange that sometimes the most wonderful things in the world are overlooked?
A lie - Brazilian giant ants are revolting creatures: they strike fear into local's hearts as they pass.
The truth - Brazilian giant ants are exceptionally incredible creatures: they are able two carry more than ten times their body weight and they are harmless to things that choose to be harmless to them.
You see? It's a sad fact, but it's true. Think about bees, for example - if they didn't pollenate, we'd have no plants, and if we had no plants, we'd have no trees, and without trees we'd be without clean air. Proof. 

100 words - The fairy school

The bus was a destroyed building - in a way. The old American school bus was now home to the fairy school of 'capable to do magicness' and every seat was a classroom with a teacher launching into a lecture of 'never tell 'um to prick there finger and die - my great aunt did and look where that got her' or 'frogs, nowadays, are soooo last triple century - of course ferrets are much more practical.' All the students would cluster up on one seat and throw paper fairyplanes at one another. The cafeteria (the drivers' seat) was full to brim with those little pizza tables you get in pizza takeaway boxes - you know the ones.

100 Words: True Anger

Ah yes. We knew it was coming. Warriors had truly disappointed Mr.Warne. The opposing team celebrated, one of them grinning at the screen. Suddenly, Mr.Warne turned a deeper shade of red and steam could be seen from his ears. He threw his warriors beanie on the floor. We became silent, all of us crossing our fingers in hopelessness against the thing we knew was going to happen...
"TRIPLE MATHS FOR EV-ER-Y-ONE!!!!!" He screamed and the more the opposing team cheered the more pencils Mr.Warne snapped. "SHARPEN THEM!" All that could be heard was children sharpening pencils.

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