Narrative Practise - My Halloween Story

Ola! For writing this week me and other students my years had to write a narrative as practise for our assessment next week. I,along with other students discovered we all shared a desire to write a narrative based on the theme horror. Here is my story.

WARNING

IF YOU DO NOT ENJOY HEARING ABOUT GUTS OR REALLY SQUEAMISH THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. 

IF YOU LOVE GUTS AND EXPLODING BODY PARTS...DO CONTINUE.

Two girls fell into the depths of the dark water that lay waiting in the centre of the coal mine.Then as the eclipse dawned on the water. Two girls emerged...re-born.

Crawling out of her split open stomach, invading the ebony ground, gorged out poison infected by blood and spewing with maggots. They dig deeper into her flesh biting harder into the bone. Guts trickle out of the corner of her sewn mouth. Her chest wide open infused by the anguish of her revolting and grotesque death is pounding with dead centipedes flinching and crippling with vomit.She dips her finger into her chest and shoves it into the space big enough to fit it. She smears it around the inside of her mouth enjoying the taste.

She drives herself deeper into the heart of the coal mine vomiting and groaning.

“Muere’s here  Muere is starving”

Screams ripped through the coal, sending ancient bone rattling around the tunnels. Her eyes flicked around. Foot steps stumbled forward. Haunting screams of pain,disdain and disgust ruptured her decaying ears. Into the mouth of a girl. Digging deeper into her flesh, thirsty for more lay an Asesino Bug (killer bug) it lept up further and further. Tripping over exploded intestines,shrivelling kidneys,drained livers and a cracking heart the bug fell into the eye socket shoving the eyeball out as it made itself more visible to the dying eye as a bug drenched with blood.

Another child ran forward unaware of the dangers that would befall him. He yelped as he came upon the bodies.

“Oh mother of satan”

The two girls latched onto his scent chasing him through the tunnels wondering why their prey was running. Denahi threw his backpack down onto the ground he cried out

“Somebody help me!Please!”

At the tunnels up ahead he saw one of the tunnels were pitch black while the other was illuminated by the glory of light. It filtered through the tunnel and bursting with happiness. Autumn leaves lay crinkled down the path. Sounds of the wind running past the cracks whispered into his ears. Pulling him closer to the exit, closer to dreams.He slithered into the tunnel, the two girl were following behind him unaware that their hideous mutations were fading..fading into the dark.

He clambered up the whole he found up ahead he. Thinking he escaped horror he started slipping to a slower climbing pace. He felt something scratching at his legs. Finally that something had a grip on his leg. He turned down to find Muere and Ariana-Blue grinning foolishly. He heaved himself to the top  finally he felt the hard skin start to soften under the daylight. He turned around to see the girls that went missing 5 years ago at the age of 10. They were his sisters. They grinned from ear to ear and sighed in unison

“We do belong here”

Muere stated

"People called my Muere so I got a liking to it and adapted to it oh but seriously guys my name Nina"

Glossary

Muere - Death

Asesino - Killer

Ariana Blue & Nina my own characters

My Personal Goals

Hi its a new term,term 3 which means new tests and new personal goals. I set my goals out using goanimate I hope you enjoy viewing my goanimate animation and listening to my personal goals.

Its set at home where two students are talking about what happened during their day and their personal goals

There was an error uploading the animation so hopefully the link below will take you to the video:

http://goanimate.com/videos/0rxDxTKkgHrY?utm_source=linkshare

My Holiday Experience Descripion

During the holidays I took what I would describe as a rather interesting trip to me favourite food place. We were given the task of describing  something exciting that happened in our holidays and in my world getting food is exciting! I hope you enjoy reading my description.

Ice erupted in my spine poisoning my body with goosebumps infecting every inch of my body. My heart advanced to a pounding pace. Blood flooded my ears, clogging them and preventing any proper words crawling into my ear. The wind bit at my skin but the warmth of the sun overpowered this frigid bite. My stomach  was a pit of hunger, tempting me to scream.

My eyes flickered over the site in front of me. The charcoal black road,the lush green of the towering trees, the blinding strips of white dividing the cars from each other.The velvet coat of the seat, swinging around as the wind ran through it causing a disturbance in its perfectly fine condition. Then a wave of colours sprinted past as strangers strolled past.

Laughing,tapping and giggling crept into my ear chasing away the easy going swoosh of the car. The screech of another car coming up behind me scarred my ears. It haunted me, poking and teasing me as it hung around. It was followed by an impatient bark of a the man behind me. Anger hissed inside my head.

Spices hit my nose like a round house punch leaving me begging for another sniff. Then it was quickly covered with potatoes

My Perspective On Denis Glover's Poem "Drift"

For reading we had to reflect about a poem called Drift I came to realisation with my friends that it was probably more than about just a piece of wood

Drift by Denis Glover.

What are some features we can see in the poem? Use words and quotes from the poem to support your answer...

Apostrophe's

It rhymes e.g“A.A.B.B”

Punctuation

What is the author’s purpose of the poem?

Is to raise awareness that driftwoods are pieces of old log that travel around numerous places though they do not choose the path they are on because it is chosen for them by which way the wind is pointing or where the storm is headed.Sometimes you need to choose your own path instead of people directing and choosing for you where you go its not about how you do it its about where you are going

What are the key ideas in the poem?

Freedom and Choice because when you drift around you don’t really have any responsibility except for looking where you are going and why did you choose that as your destination

Why do you think these are the key ideas?

“May drive them to indifferent shore” I think it meant different places, hopes and dreams will make you open your and make you realise that there is more to life then the things right in front of you

How does the poem make you feel?

Happy because I love water and journeys especially when it means going places with friends because they support your decisions and ensure your safety at the same time you’ll be alert and making sure they are safe as well

Why does it make you feel this way?

The author of the poem wrote “Drifting aimlessly together” that means that no matter where you go your friend will always be there to catch, you can travel a million miles,a thousand KM but they’ll always be with you drifting together.

How does the image in the poem support the way the poem makes your feel?

In order to make it to some countries you've got to cross a few oceans and when you look down and see sea creature travelling around. You’ll also spot a driftwood drifting in the water going wherever the water, storm and wave takes them. They’ll be free.

Spelling Word For Week 2

We had spelling words given to us along with a task. I decided to my spelling words into sentences and try to make them interesting

Rhythm:

The rhythm advanced to a rapid base captivating the silence of the crowd sending them hurtling into a frenzy.

Bicycle:

The bicycle spun out of control swerving to the left the throwing the rider of into the creek.

Enunciation:

Enunciation became a difficult world for children to pronounce as the reached a new spelling level.

Statistics:

The statistics climbed to towering height as it became evident that the children in New Zealand were being influenced by adults eating junk food.

Cemetery :

Rumours haunted the cemetery  about ghosts tempting the people fold luring them to their deaths.

Onomatopoeia :

Onomatopoeia was something that slipped in unnoticed into story exciting the audience

Procession:

Procession was a word that the teacher had to explain to the class.

Pronunciation:

Pronunciation  was becoming difficult to spell even for the year 7’s

Resolvement :

Who knows what resolvement means?

Humanity:

Humanity was the whole human kind

Scrumptious

Them meal was absolutely scrumptious as we dined at the famous French place.

My Holiday Experience Descripion

During the holidays I took what I would describe as a rather interesting trip to me favourite food place. We were given the task of describing  something exciting that happened in our holidays and in my world getting food is exciting! I hope you enjoy reading my description.

Ice erupted in my spine poisoning my body with goosebumps infecting every inch of my body. My heart advanced to a pounding pace. Blood flooded my ears, clogging them and preventing any proper words crawling into my ear. The wind bit at my skin but the warmth of the sun overpowered this frigid bite. My stomach  was a pit of hunger, tempting me to scream. Desperation for food thundered through my stomach inspiring another wave of sadness to roll over me. The hairs on my neck crawled to a standing position as we drove further up.

My eyes flickered over the site in front of me. The charcoal black road,the lush green of the towering trees, the blinding strips of white dividing the cars from each other.The velvet coat of the seat, swinging around as the wind ran through it causing a disturbance in its perfectly fine condition. Then a wave of colours sprinted past as strangers strolled past waving,pointing and messaging each other. I rolled my eyes...I thought we ALL had lives to live...apparently not today. Dropping their wrappers carelessly into the open environment.

Laughing and tapping crept into my ear chasing away the easy going swoosh of the car. The screech of another car coming up behind me scarred my ears. It haunted me, poking and teasing me as it hung around. It was followed by an impatient bark of a the man behind me. Anger hissed inside my head. The pavement crunched under numerous shoes.Nike's,Puma's and there was the occasional pair of high heels. I absorbed the sounds savouring how naturally it belonged in Glenn Innes.

Spices hit my nose like a round house punch leaving me begging for another sniff. Then it was quickly smothered with fried potatoes, people sweating and even milkshakes. I caught a whiff of perfume. My sister just had to. The car smelt normal aside perfume but it was perfectly normal. The carpet smelt like you're average home carpet, the coated seats smelling like everyday seats.Oh well.

Then came the magical moment the lady handed over what we wanted. Our prize of the day. My sister's friend handed it over to the back. We gave our thanks and drove home satisfied of what we scored. We took it to the kitchen. I took a big,loud slurp savouring the flavour. I took a bite of chicken. My favourite types of chicken. Goodness. It tasted divine,sublime,beautiful it tasted like my favourite meal. KFC was a pleasant start to my afternoon