What I found easy was drawing the people of God and What i found hard was Drawing Jesus.
Tuesday, 21 November 2017
The Possible dream
WALT: To write a story and it has to base on a theme also it has to be descriptive.
What I found hard about doing this was trying to make up my own story. and have a theme ready.
What i loved about this was that I had heaps of ideas in my mind about this and I loved writing my own stories and trying to make it ore interesting.
What I found hard about doing this was trying to make up my own story. and have a theme ready.
What i loved about this was that I had heaps of ideas in my mind about this and I loved writing my own stories and trying to make it ore interesting.
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writing
The last judgment
WALT: Identify what is meant by the last
judgement and second coming
What I learnt was that you have another chance by being in purgatory.
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R.E
Sun city
Sun City
There was an old myth about the awakening of the moon queen and the sun king. The scroll foretold that when a new born baby is born in sun city than the wolf will howl across the horizon to signal the moon queen and sun king, and when they collide then they will forever become the son of the great stars.
The eagle perched. The jaguar stalked. The travellers trudged. The vultures soared.
Something miraculous was happening at Sun City, and all creatures great and small were gathering, waiting to see what the outcome of the moot would be,as the leader of sun city Kaiju who was as scary as a giant lizard, he was walking towards the moot, everyone froze to silent, the moot begun. There was chatter among the crowd. Kaiju was leaving the moot, well he left there conversation.… To Be continued
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writing
Lie Lie Liar
Lie Lie Liar
The phone rang, startling me out of my sleep. I looked over at my alarm clock; it was twelve am. Who would call me this early in the morning? Why would anyone call me in the middle of the night? Is someone I love in the hospital? These questions flashed through my head before I picked up the phone. “Hello?” My sleepy voice croaked. I cleared my throat, waiting for a reply
“HAPPY THANKSGIVING!” A male voice yelled into the phone, startling me. It took me a second to figure out who was on the other line; it must be David that crazy man calls at twelve am for every holiday. “Thanks for busting my eardrum, it's not like I need my ears or anything” I said into the phone. I wasn’t in the mood for this; I’m tired and want to go back to sleep
“Do I hear a hint of sarcasm in your voice? Why are you so grumpy? It's thanksgiving; the only day of the year where it’s socially acceptable to stuff your face full of food.” David said into the phone, he sounded really excited. How could he be excited? It's way too early to be happy, let alone excited. “Go back to sleep, David. Call me at a reasonable hour and I’ll be excited with you. Please just let me sleep.” I begged. I was so tired I could feel my eyelids get heavier every second.
“Alice! How are you not excited? We love thanksgiving. Every year starting at twelve AM we watch all the batman movies ever made. “I’m hanging up sweet dreams.” I said. I know it was rude to cut him off mid sentence and hanging up on him but, honestly I am too tired to care... Plus he was about to start ranting about thanksgiving, we would’ve been on the phone for hours if I hadn’t hung upon him. I drift back to sleep.
I don't dream I just sleep. For once my mind is at peace and I sleep well. I wake up to the doorbell ringing repeatedly. I roll over and look at the alarm clock it read one AM… I only slept for an hour. I am assuming that David was the one ringing my doorbell like a little kid who just drank two monsters… I’m gonna kill him, that man knows that I value my sleep. I get up out of my warm bed and stalk over to the door. I yank it opened and David’s hand is midair...v to be continued...
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writing
The stolen Turtle
The stolen turtle
It was a Beautiful day and I have incubate out of my little egg it felt like I was finally free because of that 70 days living in my little egg.
So we were on our own to go and hunt for our own foods and my new life has started.
After 10 years surviving in the ocean I finally met my mother she was about 35 years old I was having the best time of my life being with my fellow turtles, till the worst nightmare begun The humans were fishing and taking photos of the underwater. But They were trying to catch turtles but they only caught one and that one was me.
I was so scared that they would sell me to somebody but instead they kept me as a pet I yelled out loud but no one would hear me. Till some gold fish came, and every week I always had company from different king of sea creatures that were taken away from home.
The next year the The tank was full of sea creatures so I said “I can’t have any space for me to stay and I really need to go up to have some air.
One day when I woke up I was in a truck and I did not know what happened to me and that was happily ever after because I have my own Tank...To Be continued
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writing
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