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Text type: imaginative

Purpose: to entertain

Audience: 5/6J and visitors

The Mystery of the Golden Compass

Tom’s hands were trembling as he held the shimmering key to the chest that his great grandfather had left for him up in the old attic. He was not sure if he should open it or not. Tom’s mum called him to come help her in the kitchen. He put the key in the back pocket of his jeans and decided to return later. Time passed and he walked slowly back up to the attic. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out the key. Tom slipped the key into the hole.

He opened the chest with shaking fingers but he was not going to turn back now. The old chest had a few really old photos in it, but underneath the photos there was a small pocket on the inside of the chest. He stretched his fingers down inside the pocket but he could not quite reach. Tom knew there was something in there. Finally he gripped on to it. He pulled out what looked like and extremely old compass. After tom had polished the compass he was amazed to see how beautiful it really was.

The compass was stunning. It glistened in the light like a diamond. Tom was mesmerised by the golden compass and even saw his own reflection in it. This was no ordinary compass. Tom wanted to tell is mum all about it, but he knew that his mum didn’t like him prowling around in the attic. The compass started spinning frantically as if tom was spinning around in all different directions, but he wasn’t. The compass had just been placed on an old box in tom’s room. He gazed at the compass until dinner trying to discover the mystery behind the compass. 

By Skye  

Text Type: Imaginative

Purpose: To entertain the reader

Audience: 5/6J and visitors              The Wedding

Tom’s hands were trembling again. Just eight hours ago Tom was in his room at 4:47 am in the morning thinking about his aunt’s wedding. He woke up with only sheer excitement in mind and it had all been popped within a minute at the International Airport. All flights departing to Florida was delayed by twelve hours because of gale- force winds and a chance of hurricane in the area. Tom knew he would miss the reception day and their transportation the family had booked well in advance.

It was seven years ago since he had his aunty in person and so much had changed since then. The joy she bought to Tom’s life could still be felt then at the age of eleven.

When his family arrived at the airport he finally settled in, had nothing to do and was extremely bored now that his family had fallen asleep in their leather chairs. He glanced at the marble white board displaying the flight departure times, as the time away slowly. What were minutes felt like hours and he felt hungry smelling aroma from the coffee shop.

As Tom looked down he noticed his hands shaking with fear and questions raced through his head. Would his aunty be angry? Would the wedding finish? Would she cry without me? Sniffing and crying Tom felt tired and joined the sleeping party knowing that when he awoke, up his long awaited journey would arrive.

After sleeping for hours Tom awoke and realised his mum’s big brown were staring at him. His sister was dressed in a stunning red dress with a V- neckline and sequences falling down the front. She had metallic gold high heels that glittered in the light like stars. His mother was dressed in a traditional dress and his dad wore a handsome black suit with a blue tie and black shiny leather. His family was ready which meant the wedding was on!

They quickly dressed tom up in a clean new looking white suit and pants and brown polished shoes. His hands were trembling again but this time with excitement. He could not wait to meet his overseas relatives who he had never met in person before and most importantly his AUNTY!

They boarded the plane and were strictly told not to sleep or they would look messy and tired, so Tom was just imagining the wedding and the five hundred people there.

By Swetha

Text type: Imaginative

Purpose: To entertain the readers

Audience: 5/6J and visitors

Confusing Tables

 Tom’s hands were trembling. His class had a table test and Tom wasn’t that clever but not silly either. It was only ten minutes until the test started. Ten minutes. “Twelve times…seven is eighty four? Twelve times eight is…what?” confused Tom. Soon the bell rang.

 The teacher announced “The table test will now begin. Everyone put away everything else except your pencils.”

 At last the test began and the teacher called out tables at the speed of lightning. “Eight times twelve, six times eight, twelve times nine…” Tom was dizzy and surprised how fast she was speaking.

Tom got twenty four out of thirty. Not too bad. Tom was relieved but not happy because, his goal was at least twenty eight out of thirty. When Tom was disappointed his friend Max patted his back speaking in a soft voice “Cheer up buddy. It’s not the end of the world is it?” Tom felt better already as he walked to home with his best pal

By Justin

Text type imaginative

Purpose to entertain the readers

Audience 5/6 J and visitors

The Deep Dark Cave

Tom’s hands were trembling like crazy. Right now he was in a deep dark cave all alone. He was just going for his morning two kilometre run suddenly crash! He fell into a deep dark cave in which he could not see. After all he was only ten.

He reached into his pocket and grabbed a match. These weren’t the best pair of paints. He found a big stick and lit it. After about ten minutes thump! Crash! Bang! He jumped in fright and tried to hide but there was no place to hide. He screamed loudly and there it was again thump! Crash! Bang! What can it be?

He tried to scramble out of the cave but he bumped into something. He shouted it was his sister Sarah.

“What are you doing here” shouted still catching his breathe.

“Dad told me to come and look for you” Sarah mumbled softly.

The two of them walked along the crackling cave floor but there it was again. Thump! Crash! Bang!.

They kept walking cautiously along the cave floor and they felt fur, ears, and big teeth “bear”! Run screamed Sarah.

When she was jogging the chase was on

They scrambled and jumped until they were out of breath. The bear was still charging so they put the fire out and hid. The bear gave up and walked away sadly out of site.

The two of them still had to get out of the cave though and they had no fire to light the way.

Sarah was afraid of the dark so they had to rely on their eyes and tread carefully. Just then tom tripped over and was bleeding.

They must get out of the cave now but how? Sarah remembered she had a phone in here pocket and she rang here dad.

“Where are you”? Sobbed dad.

 "We're in a cave we are starting for home now"

It took them ages but they managed to get out.

By Michael

Text type: Imaginative

Purpose: to entertain the readers

Audience: 5/6J and visitors

The Little Dragon

Tom’s hands were trembling, as he opened the antique box with golden letters carved attractively on the exterior of the ancient box. He couldn’t figure out what it said, but he was more than keen to open it. His hands moved meticulously as it drew closer to the mysterious box. With hands trembling, Tom lifted up the damaged lid and…… saw an alabaster egg with blue speckles all over the hard shiny shell. He picked it up anxiously and clutched it close to his petite ears and came a sound a bit like a cracking sound and the shell broke off abruptly………

Out came a diminutive dragon with miniature spikes and a green scaly body. It had feet the size of an average eraser with sharp pointy nails and tiny eyes gazing non-stop at Tom. He picked the petite dragon up and dropped it immediately as the dragon’s thorny body stabbed into his skin and blood came flowing out.

The baby dragon was mumbling rapidly but tom couldn’t figure out what it was saying but the baby dragon kept on saying the word “HELP” Tom was more than keen to help. “What from though?” Tom repeated in his head.

Days passed and tom hid the baby dragon in his old cupboard hoping that his mum didn’t notice the dragon’s loud cries when he was hungry, Tom usually brought vegetables that he’d saved for the hungry on. One beautiful day as Tom was talking to the dragon, it slowly began to talk. Its first couple of words it mentioned were “Help please help hunters. Tom was shocked but he was ready to help.

That day, Tom heard a knock on the door. He decided not to open the door as it may have been thieves and his parents were not home. Something in his mind kept on saying open the door!! He cautiously walked over and opened the wooden door.

In front of him stood two large muscular men staring at him in an angry manner. They had black clothing on and a big knife in their hands. “Little boy, hand over the dragon”, shouted one of the men. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I responded in a strong and confident voice. The men had spotted the dragon behind me. One of the men reached for the dragon and grabbed it “STOP! I yelled but the man had already stabbed the dragon. Tears came filling up my eyes. The men had already left with the baby dragon.

I will always remember the baby dragon cuddling up next to me and I will truly miss the companion. The men were arrested and brought to jail eventually.

It was night and I was lying on my bed when I saw something like a ghost but smaller it was the shape of a dragon. It was behind the curtains. I knew who that was, it was the ghost of the dragon!!

By Vaishy