Monday 20 April 2020

Some work

Hi there, I haven't really posted in a while but I'm back! I really miss being able to post on here and show you all my work. Being in lockdown is the perfect time to get back to posting so hopefully I will be posting on here a lot more. 😊


My work today is from my most recent homework assignment, we had to write a picture book aimed at 3-5-year-olds. here is mine It's called Tilly and the Ever-Growing Dragon

Tilly and the evergrowing dragon
(Hopefully, it should work for you)



Thursday 5 September 2019

Soo much has happened

Omg, so dorry I haven't posted in like 6 months but I have been very busy... so this year I started intermediate school which was like a huge change from primary school and I have been having lots of fun but I miss my friends like soooooo much. Hopefully I can post some of my work from school for all of you to see and I really missed posting but life happens
Bye☺️

Monday 10 December 2018

So much news!!!!!

Hi there again, I can't wait to tell you all of the news. So, first of all, this is my 50th blog post. That's crazy.
 Now second this is my last full week of primary school, FOREVER!!! next year I will be moving on to intermediate. Hopefully, I will still be posting to this blog. Now, this week is the last 100wc for the year.😭 So without further ado, the last 100wc prompt for the year is... 


As I opened my eyes, I saw it. It was just like I had dreamed. It was my very own Christmas wonderland. Here's a background story. So every year, in my family the "eldest" it's really the youngest, gets a Christmas wonderland, specially decorated by my mom and dad. My room was decorated with so much stuff it was overwhelming. I finally made it to the door, It took me 5minutes to get there because I kept finding things that I hadn't seen before. I took one last look at the door before closing it behind me and heading downstairs.

Wednesday 5 December 2018

100wc

This week the 100wc is but they were exhausted.

"Keep running," those words were still ringing in my ears as I walked home from school. Our teacher had made us run as a "Brain Break," she said it would be fun, but it wasn't, it really wasn't.  My teacher is Mrs Hintze, I don't really know if the words FUN, EXHAUSTED, or NO are in her dictionary. Mrs Hintze kept making us run, even though we kept saying, "But we're exhausted." she didn't care. All she cared about was torturing us. I wonder what she will make us do next?

Friday 23 November 2018

Note taking

The past week Room 14 has been working on note taking and report writing here is my notes and report about butterflies.

Butterfly
Rhopalocera
Habitat
  • All sorts of habitats,( grasslands, forests)
  • Everywhere except the artic
  • Needs nectar-producing flowers
  • Butterflies can't fly if they're cold


Food
  • Eat anything liquidised
  • Butterflies often drink from mud puddles
  • Also, eat sodium


Food chain
  • The lower end of the food chain
  • birds and mice other animals rely on as food source
  • Butterflies employ all kinds of tricks to not get eaten


Lifecycle
  • Cocoon gasses change cells to butterfly
  • Egg glue leaf, 2 weeks
  • Caterpillar eat plants
  • Comes out of crisilys and can't fly
  • Lifespan varies from 1 week to 1 year


Types/what they look like
  • 18,000 species
  • Butterflies have scales on their wings
  • Butterflies recognise by colour and size
  • Butterflies are nearsighted
  • Can see a lot of colours
  • 2 eyes single compound
  • Looking at wings irritates eyes
    
These are the websites I used




Everyone knows what a butterfly is, right? Well if you don't you have been living under a rock your whole life. Butterflies are beautiful creatures, and there are so many types, 18,000 species to be exact.

Everyone sees butterflies as beautiful creatures, but they don't always start out that way. First, they start out as an egg, butterflies generally lay eggs on the underside of a leaf, using special glue the egg sticks to the leaf for 2 weeks, then it hatches.


When a caterpillar hatches it eats and eats, and eats. Then when it feels ready and it has enough food stored it will wander off to find a place to make a chrysalis.

When the caterpillar has made the chrysalis, it lets off special gases that change the cells in the caterpillar to the cells of a butterfly. This process takes anywhere from 5 to 21 days.


When the butterfly comes out of the chrysalis it can't fly, because its wings are still new. A butterflies lifespan varies from 1 week to 1 year, depending on the species and the climate.


Butterflies will live just about anywhere, they will live in grasslands, forests, and even the Arctic tundra. But they won't live in the artic or Antarctica because it's too cold, and they can't fly when they're cold. To survive butterflies have to be surrounded by nectar-producing flowers so they can eat.


Butterflies will eat anything liquidised. That means anything that is a liquid they will eat, (nectar, sugar water, juices from fruit). Butterflies eat through a tube-like tongue that filters out the good stuff from the bad stuff. Butterflies will also often eat from a mud puddle. Mud puddles have the nutrients that butterflies need to survive because they can't just live off nectar. Some butterflies will eat the tears of turtles because they are salty and some butterflies love sodium.


Butterflies are part of the food chain, but they are on the lower end of the food chain. Butterflies biggest predators are birds, mice and other small animals. These animals rely on the butterfly as a food source. Butterflies have all sorts of little tricks that help them to not get eaten. They mimic animals bigger than them like snakes to trick predators and scare them away.


Butterflies are dazzling creatures, their wings are stunning, but did you know that their wings are transparent and are made out of tiny little scales that reflect off the sun and create patterns and colours. Butterflies are nearsighted, that means that within 10-12 feet, their eyesight is perfect but anything further is slightly blurry to them. Butterflies can see colours very well, this helps them a lot especially for finding food and mating. Butterflies find mates of their own species from colour and size. Butterflies have 2 types of eyes, they are called single and compound eyes. The single eyes are used for seeing things like you and me and the compound eyes are used for seeing flowers and mates.


Heres a tip: never look directly at a butterflies wings, they won't make you bling but the wings will irritate your eyes.



This is the butterfly, caterpillar, and chrysalis. 


This is the egg (tiny right)

Wednesday 21 November 2018

Dear Me

here is my latest piece of writing it was for fun

Dear Pyper,
I am your future self, I am here to tell you everything about yourself in 2051. So first of all job, you're living your dream, you I am a full-time photographer, I take photos of dancers and animals. We are married to Benjiman (Ben) he is allergic to bees, like really allergic to bees. And we have twin girls, Jorja and Rennae. Robots have not taken over the world, and flying cars are almost safe to drive. Antartica has not melted to water yet and a few years ago people started to prevent global warming, and are still doing it today.
Let me know if you want any more info
Screenshot 2018-11-21 at 12.33.30 PM
Pyper

Monday 19 November 2018

100wc



This week the 100wc is a picture, hope you enjoy

















"Faster, faster," My brother yelled.
We were riding, on our usual bike trail, passing the fields and houses that we do every day, but today was different, there was a certain wariness in the air. Yet everything was the same, no one had died, no one was sick, everything was just like its supposed to be. Just then CRASH, CRASH, I had crashed into a tree, and from the looks of it, my brother had too. I managed to get off my bike, but my brother wasn't so lucky, it looked like he was part of the tree now, and he probably will always be.

Thursday 15 November 2018

The run



Our class uses read works, and for the past few weeks, we have been reading this series called the run. It is a 7 part adventure story about the plague hitting and people trying to find survivors. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Part 1

Dennis and Mac had been driving for almost a week, and they hadn’t seen a single soul. They were worried. When they’d left the ranch, they’d thought maybe they’d run into someone, another survivor. But there was no one. The roads were almost empty. There was the occasional abandoned car, but that was it. They drove mostly on highways, to make better time. Mac wondered if they might not have better luck with the smaller country roads, but Dennis wouldn’t have it. Those roads had curves and were thick with trees. There was no way of seeing danger coming. If someone wanted to spring a surprise on you, you wouldn’t know it until it was too late.


When the plague came, Dennis and Mac had been working as ranch hands on a cattle farm. Both had just finished their first year of college. Dennis went to school on the East Coast, Mac on the West. They found that they were very similar people. They both studied hard and read a lot of books. But they also both liked being outdoors. At the end of a good day, they came home smelling of sweat and dirt. They quickly became friends.


The ranch was a small, family-run operation, with only about 50 head of cattle. The family that ran it, the Greersons, would advertise in college newspapers in the spring. There were plenty of ranch hands in the area who needed work, but Bucky Greerson felt city kids could benefit from an exposure to country life. Young men would apply, and then the Greersons would hire about a half-dozen hands every spring to help them run cattle. It was tough work, but Dennis and Mac felt lucky to be picked.


The farm didn’t have a TV or the Internet or a telephone. As a result, the first they heard of the plague was on the radio. Every night, the ranch hands liked to gather in the mess hall and play cards. While they played, they listened to the radio. The ranch was so far up in the hills that the radio only got one station. At night they listened to the station’s best DJ, Petey “The Muskrat” Coltrain, who spun old bluegrass records. Sometimes, between records, The Muskrat told stories. Dennis and Mac thought he was hilarious.


One night, though, The Muskrat’s radio show was very different. It couldn’t have been more than six months ago, but to Dennis and Mac, thinking back on it now, it felt like another lifetime. The Muskrat had been playing a cheery Bill Monroe song, “Footprints In The Snow,” when he cut out the record halfway through the chorus. The ranch hands stopped their game of Gin Rummy. They turned and looked at the radio. The Muskrat always played a record all the way through. What could be wrong?


“Folks,” said the Muskrat. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m going to ask you to stay very calm. The manager of my station has just passed me a note. It seems that the local health authorities are asking us radio folks to tell you, our listeners, that… well, a disease is spreading.”


The ranch hands put down their cards. Dennis and Mac exchanged a glance.


“Now,” The Muskrat said, his rich voice sounding uncharacteristically shaky, “they don’t quite know what this disease is, but it’s really bad. It’s very contagious, and people who get it don’t have a lot of luck recovering. Now, doctors are trying to figure out a cure, but there’s been no luck yet. So, in the meantime, we’re asking that you stay in your homes as much as possible and avoid public places until the disease dies down.”


One of the ranch hands, a big, cocky boy named T.J., laughed. “Like heck, I’m not going into town,” T.J. chuckled. “I got a date.” The other ranch hands stared at him. T.J. stopped laughing.


“Please, folks, do what the doctors say,” The Muskrat pleaded. “I’m sure it’ll just be for a few days.” He was quiet for a moment. Then the ranch hands heard the sound of a turntable needle hitting the record, and an old Earl Scruggs song came on.


That was the beginning of it. For the next few days, the ranch went about its business. The Greersons told the boys not to worry, that this would all be over soon. They had enough food on the ranch to last months. In the meantime, there were plenty of new calves that needed branding. At night, everyone gathered around the radio and listened to updates. The news seemed only to get worse. More and more people were getting sick. The symptoms were strange. People would become violently ill, then fall into a long, deep sleep. The big cities — New York, Los Angeles, Chicago — had become like ghost towns. No one would go out into the street for fear of catching the disease.


The news kept getting worse until, finally, the radio station stopped transmitting. The Greersons called a meeting in the dining room of the main house. Everyone sat around the big dining room table where Ann Greerson served Sunday supper. After everyone was seated, Bucky Greerson stood up. He was a short, plump man with a droopy handlebar moustache. You wouldn’t think it looking at him, but his voice boomed.


“Now,” he said, “I know you’re worried about your families, and I don’t feel right chaining you here while you don’t know what’s become of your people. So, anyone who wants to leave is free to go. Ann and I will make do.”


Dennis and Mac looked at each other. They’d talked about leaving but had tried to pretend they wouldn’t need to. They had hoped the plague would be over soon, that the world would return to the way it was, that it had all been a strange hallucination. Now that they had the option to venture out into the world, to see how bad things really were, they weren’t sure they wanted to know.


“By a show of hands,” Bucky Greerson asked, “how many of you want to leave?”


Mac and Dennis looked around. They were the only two with their hands up.


The Greersons gave them enough food to last a couple weeks — cornbread and apples and cured ham and syrupy peaches in mason jars. Mac and Dennis packed up their things and loaded everything into Mac’s truck, a sputtering old pickup. The Greersons and the ranch hands gathered around to see them off.


“Be safe, boys,” said Ann Greerson, kissing them each on the cheeks and hugging them hard. “And remember your manners.” As Mac and Dennis pulled away, they saw her husband holding her, her body shaking with sobs.


A week later, Mac and Dennis had zigzagged through dozens of small towns and a few larger cities. What they found frightened them: every place was empty. Not a person was out. Sometimes, they would stop and knock on doors. No one would answer. If they went inside, they wouldn’t find a single soul home. Sometimes they’d find the dinner table set, plates piled high with moulding food. Every time they entered a new room, they both winced, thinking they’d find a dead body. But they never did. It was indescribably eerie.


Sometimes, if the place still got electricity, they’d try to use the phone. Every time, no matter what number they dialled, the same recorded message came on: “The number is not in service. Please check the number and try again.”


Finally, the young men decided to make tracks to the nearest big city. It would be a full day of driving, but there had to be someone there. You can’t abandon a whole city.


Dusk had come, and Mac was at the wheel. Dennis had been driving for the last eight hours and was taking a nap in the passenger seat. They were passing through a long, flat piece of pastureland when Mac saw a flicker of movement in the distance. He stopped the car, turned off the engine and shook Dennis awake.


“Look,” Mac said excitedly. “I think someone’s coming.”


Dennis squinted his eyes. The flicker of movement was becoming larger. What had been a dot of motion became a long line, stretching across the horizon. Mac and Dennis strained to see.


“I think it’s some people,” said Dennis. “Let me get my binoculars.”


He rustled in his backpack and pulled out his pair. Dennis put them to his eyes and looked through them. Mac heard him gasp.


“My gosh,” whispered Dennis.


What he saw was people. Thousands of people. Hundreds of thousands, maybe a million. A swarm of people like the world had never seen. And the people were all running. They were running as fast as they could go like something was chasing them, or like they were chasing something. As they grew closer, Dennis could just make out the people’s faces. Their eyes were wild.


“Start the car,” said Dennis.


Part 2


The swarm of crazed people was rushing toward them. Mac turned the keys in the truck’s ignition. The engine sputtered but refused to turn on. “Try again,” said Dennis. Mac turned the keys again. Again the engine coughed, and the emergency lights flickered before it cut out. Mac tried to stay calm, but he felt a wave of cold panic.


“Keep trying the engine,” said Dennis. “I’ll hop out and try to push the truck to start.”


Dennis jumped out of the truck and ran to the back. He shoved the truck’s bumper, pushing all of his weight against the vehicle. Inside the truck, Mac kept turning the key in the ignition. Dennis could hear the angry roar of the mob as they grew closer. Dennis gave one final push and felt the truck move. He scrambled into the truck’s bed. “Go, go, go!” he screamed at Mac.


Mac turned the truck into a U-turn. The wheels screeched as the back of the truck swung around. In the truck’s bed, Dennis directly faced the people running at them. He no longer needed binoculars to see their wild eyes. The crowd was only twenty feet away.


“Go!” Dennis screamed again, and Mac slammed on the gas. The truck sped forward and Dennis clung to the sides of it to keep from falling off the back. He was drenched in sweat, and his hands were still shaking.


Mac and Dennis drove back the way they had come, away from the city and the hordes. Once they had driven far enough that they thought it was safe to stop, Mac pulled over to the side of the road. He paused the truck just long enough for Dennis to jump back into the passenger seat.


“Were those zombies?” asked Mac.


“I don’t know,” said Dennis. “Whatever they were, they didn’t seem completely human. That must be what the plague does to people.”


The young men talked over their next move as they drove. Big cities seemed dangerous but the small towns were abandoned. Should they head back to the ranch? Go deeper into the wilderness? Or try to find other survivors who were also on the run? There was no easy answer. No matter what decision they made, it would be risky.


“Let’s stop at the next gas station and fill up some extra containers,” said Mac. “We need to get more gas. I don’t want to be low on fuel the next time we come across a group like that.” Dennis stared out the window silently. He was hoping they would never come across a group like that again.


They passed a gas station a few miles down the road. They approached the gas station slowly, checking for signs of life, but there were none. Dennis hopped out and opened the gas cap. The gas pump seemed to be working so he filled up the truck’s tank. Once the tank was full, Dennis began filling up extra containers and putting them in the truck’s bed.


Mac decided that he would go inside the gas station to look for additional food and supplies. They still had some cornbread and apples from the ranch, but he didn’t know when they would be able to stop again. Mac was beginning to realize that life as he knew it was over. They needed to be ready to survive.


“I’m going to head inside to find extra food,” Mac said to Dennis. “Here are the keys to the truck. Be ready to get in and drive away quickly if we have to make a fast escape.”


Dennis nodded and took the keys. “Be careful, Mac,” he said. “Who knows what you’ll find in there.”


Mac opened the door to the gas station slowly. The inside was dark and silent. “Hello?” he called, “Anybody there?” Mac flipped a switch on the wall and fluorescent lights flickered on. He looked around at the empty store. There were signs of a struggle. Bags of chips and candy were trampled on the floor. One of the glass refrigerator doors had been torn off its hinges. Mac stood, holding his breath, listening. All he heard was the hum of the refrigerators and the sound of Dennis filling up outside.


Mac grabbed a few plastic bags from the counter. He filled them with enough supplies for a few more weeks: trail mix, bottled water, medicine, granola bars, and jars of peanut butter. Mac wondered if he should pay for these things. He wasn’t sure if the owner of the gas station was even alive, and Mac and Dennis might need the money later. Then, Mac remembered Ann Greerson’s goodbye back at the ranch. She had told them to remember their manners. Mac didn’t want to let her down. He reached into his wallet and found a twenty-dollar bill. He had just placed it on the counter, when he heard a sound behind him. Mac froze. He wasn’t alone in the store.


Outside, Dennis had filled up six containers with gasoline. He climbed into the front seat and put the keys in the ignition. He turned on the radio, but all he could find was static. Dennis kept moving the dial and searching for a station. Suddenly, the static cleared and he heard a voice.


“Is anyone out there?” the voice said. It was a girl’s voice. “My name is Anna Johnson. This is my father’s radio kit. He’s gone now. The plague arrived in Sunnydale one week ago.” The girl’s voice shook with sobs. “I just want to know if there’s anyone else out there. Anyone who’s still human.” Dennis felt horrible for her. He and Mac had each other, but Anna was all alone. Dennis looked at the clock. It had been fifteen minutes. He felt uneasy; it shouldn’t have taken Mac this long to grab a few supplies.


Suddenly he heard his name. “Dennis! Dennis!” Mac was crying out for him from inside the store. Dennis jumped out of the car and ran toward the entrance.


Part 3


“Dennis! Dennis!” Mac sounded frantic. Dennis raced across the parking lot toward the gas station. “I’m coming, Mac!” he yelled to his friend and burst into the store.


Mac was at the counter. When Dennis walked in, Mac pointed to the back of the store. The door of the men’s bathroom was slowly creaking open. Just then the door swung wide, and a man appeared. The man’s hair was matted and dishevelled. His clothes were ripped and dirty. Parts of his skin were covered in deep purple and black marks. Even from the door, Dennis could detect the man’s stench. He smelled like the fermented slop that they fed to pigs on the ranch. It was obvious that the plague had gotten this man.


The man hovered in the doorway of the bathroom, looking first at Mac and then at Dennis. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and they rolled around in his sockets, unable to focus. “Argghhh,” the man growled. Drool dripped down his chin as he stepped forward.


“Mac,” said Dennis quietly, backing toward the front door. “Let’s get out of here.”


Mac began edging toward the door, too, taking the bags of food and supplies with him. Suddenly the crazed man lurched forward and started running toward the two younger men. Thinking quickly, Dennis reached out to the shelves of soup behind him. He threw the cans at the man as hard as he could. Back when he and Mac lived on the ranch, Dennis used to throw stones to scare off the coyotes. He had a strong throwing arm and good aim.


One of the cans hit the crazed man square in the face and he crumpled to the ground.


“Don’t go near the body,” said Dennis. “We don’t know if he’s contagious.”


“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere near it,” said Mac. “Let’s get out of here.” They turned to exit when they heard another slow creak. Mac and Dennis paused. There was still someone else in the gas station. They turned around and saw that now the door to the women’s bathroom was opening. Dennis picked up more cans and handed a few to Mac. They watched the door and readied themselves to throw the cans as soon as a target came into view.


“Hello?” A young boy stuck his head out of the bathroom. He couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old. “Is it safe?” he asked.


Mac and Dennis looked at the boy. He seemed healthy but scared.


“How long have you been in there?” asked Mac.


“A day or two,” said the boy. “I locked myself in. I saw a group of people coming; they looked dangerous. So I hid. There’s no one else around anymore.”


Dennis and Mac exchanged a look. They couldn’t leave this kid here alone to fend for himself. He wouldn’t last a week.


“Grab some supplies and come with us,” said Dennis. “We’re looking for other survivors.”


The boy followed the two young men to the truck and climbed between them. As they drove, Dennis and Mac learned that the boy’s name was Jeremiah. His parents had worked in one of the big hospitals in the city. When the plague hit, they had volunteered to help nurse the first victims. His parents had never come home. Jeremiah had waited a week and then tried to go to the hospital. No one was there. The entire building was abandoned and vacant.


“I don’t know what happened to them,” said Jeremiah. “So I left the city on my bike. I rode and rode until I came to the gas station. I thought I was safe until a new group of plagued people showed up.”


Dennis and Mac nodded. Who knew how many families had been ripped apart by the plague? The important thing now was figuring out their next step. Dennis told Mac that he had heard the voice of a girl on the radio. “Her name was Anna, and she was the last one alive in her town, Sunnydale. She was on her father’s radio kit, looking for others,” said Dennis.


Mac looked at Dennis. “We’re going to Sunnydale, aren’t we?” he asked. Dennis nodded.


“And then?” asked Jeremiah.


Mac cleared his throat. He had an idea. Mac pointed out that it was too dangerous to go to the cities and that they only had enough gas to drive another four hundred miles. The safest thing to do would be to go somewhere rural. They should head to a place where they could set up a strong defence. Then they could wait out the plague for a few more weeks before trying to find other survivors.


Dennis thought about Mac’s plan. It made sense. “Okay,” he said. “But we look for Anna first. We might be her only chance at survival.” In his head, Dennis could still hear the girl’s voice and her sobbing as she made her radio broadcast.


The sun was setting when the truck pulled onto the main street of Sunnydale. “How will we find her?” asked Mac. “We can’t just knock on every door in this town.”


Dennis was fiddling with the radio again. “Let’s see if we can hear her,” he said. “Maybe she’ll say her address.” The static cleared, and there again was Anna’s voice. She was still broadcasting.


“Is anyone there? Anyone liste—”


Suddenly, Anna’s voice stopped. The young men heard a pounding on the door in the background. There was a crash and then sounds of a struggle. Dennis gripped the wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. They were too late.


“Look!” cried Jeremiah. On the main street, the doors to one of the houses had opened. A teenaged girl was running out. She looked terrified, but not like the wild members of the swarm. Something else came out of the house, chasing her.


“Jump in the truck!” screamed Mac. The girl ran and leapt into the back of the truck, and Dennis hit the accelerator. There was a howl of frustration from the plagued person as his victim escaped.


“Uh-oh,” said Jeremiah. “That doesn’t look good.”


He pointed to the girl’s leg. The zombie had cut a long gash in her shin. The wound was already turning dark purple.

Part 4


“That doesn’t look good.”


Dennis and Mac glanced at each other, then over their shoulders at the girl. She was huddled in the back of the truck. Her eyes were wide with horror as she stared down at the gash on her leg. Dennis forced his own gaze back to the road ahead of him. Sunnydale was shrinking quickly in the rearview mirror. For a second, the only noise was the truck’s engine as the group sped across the abandoned countryside.


“Well, I guess we found Anna,” said Mac, “Now what?”


“Let’s find a safe spot, like we planned,” replied Dennis, “Maybe we can set up camp in the woods around here.” He gestured to the west, where a thick tree line rose up not far from the road. Whether the seclusion it offered was inviting or ominous, nobody could decide.


“Will Anna be okay?” Jeremiah piped up, looking worried. He turned and mouthed, “Are you all right?” through the rear windshield. She gave a weak nod.


“I’m sure she’ll be okay,” said Mac with confidence. He didn’t want the boy, who was clearly scared, to panic. But Mac felt close to panic himself. Would Anna be okay? He looked at Dennis, whose furrowed brow suggested that he was having the same thoughts. Mac glanced back at Anna again. She was hugging legs to her chest, her forehead pressed against her knees. Mac saw that she was shaking. He couldn’t tell if it was from the bumping of the truck on the uneven road or from crying. The wound on her leg stood out angrily against her pale skin.


“How do you think the plague spreads?” asked Mac carefully, “I mean, how does someone turn into a zombie?”


Dennis shuddered, then seemed to steel himself. “It doesn’t matter,” he said firmly, “We saved her, and we’re going to help her. Her leg is a mess.” He steered the truck gently off the road toward the tree line. He slowed down, not wanting to jostle Anna in the back of the truck.


Mac nodded, “So we’re a party of four now. Well, if I learned anything from my time on the farm, it’s how to clean up messes.” He tried to force some cheer into his voice for his own sake as much as for his companions, “Jeremiah, you didn’t happen to take anything from the First Aid aisle at the gas station, did you?”


Jeremiah rifled through the stash of items he had grabbed. The gas station now seemed ages ago. “Band-Aids!” the boy held up a box of brightly colored Spiderman bandages triumphantly, “and hand sanitizer!” He looked so hopeful that Mac had to suppress a laugh.


“Perfect,” Mac replied, “She’ll feel better in no time.”


“This seems like a good place to stop for now,” said Dennis. Fortunately, the woods were sparse enough that he had managed to inch the truck through. They were stopped at a clearing. Dennis parked the truck and removed the keys from the ignition. He let out a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding, “I think we’re safe for now.” He opened the door, hopped out, and turned toward the back of the truck. “You must be Anna. I’m Dennis, and they’re Mac and Jeremiah,” he indicated his companions, “We heard you on the radio. Are you okay?”


Anna stood up, still shaky, and clambered out from the back of the truck. “You saved me!” her voice was ragged and breathless, “I thought I was a goner. Thank you so much.”


Mac came around to the side of the truck and put a steadying hand on her shoulder. “Don’t mention it,” he said, “but we’d better take care of that cut.” He led her to a rock where she could sit while he attended to her leg. “This is going to sting,” he told her apologetically, holding up the bottle of hand sanitizer, “but that means it’s working.”


Anna nodded bravely and bit her lip. She winced as the clear gel made contact with the wound, but she didn’t complain. “Do you…” her voice trailed off into a whisper, “Do you think I’m going to become one of them?”


Mac didn’t have to ask what she meant by “them.” With more confidence than he felt, he replied, “No way! The worst you’ll get is a cool scar and a heck of a story to go along with it. If anything, you’ll end up with superpowers from these Spiderman Band-Aids.”


Anna managed a small smile as Mac finished dressing the wound. Despite his joke, he was worried. Maybe it was his imagination, but the gash seemed to be intensifying in color. It had deepened into an unnatural shade of purple that almost glowed in the fading daylight. Anxiety gnawed at his stomach. He hastily covered the cut with the friendlier hues of the bandages. “You’re all set,” he tried to grin, “Now let’s see how Dennis and Jeremiah are doing.”


Dennis and Jeremiah had set up camp as the sun set. They used old blankets and tarps from the truck to create improvised beds. The four companions looked at each other, unsure what to do next. If not for the frightening circumstances, it would have felt like a fun camping trip. Nobody had much of an appetite, and all were exhausted. “We can make plans in the morning,” Dennis said, “Right now, I’m too tired to think.” The others agreed and tucked themselves in as well as they could.


Balling up his jacket to use as a pillow, Mac decided not to voice his fears about Anna’s cut. He would wait until tomorrow, when he could get a moment alone with Dennis. He didn’t want to scare Anna or Jeremiah further. He closed his eyes. Images from the day’s events swirled in his head, but eventually sleep overtook him.


Hours later, Mac awoke to a strange rustling sound. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and why. Then, recalling his anxiety from the previous night, he rolled over and looked toward Anna’s pile of blankets. He gasped.


Anna was gone.


Part 5


Anna was gone.


Mac sat bolt upright and threw off his blankets. All traces of sleep had disappeared from him instantly, replaced by a rush of panic. Where could she have gone? Maybe she just needed some time to herself, he thought, but the idea rang hollow in his head. His creeping doubts from the night before returned.


Anna had been wounded by a zombie. Was she infected? Was she already one of them? What should he do? What could he do?


“I have to find her,” he said to himself. But did he have to go alone? Mac thought for a minute. He definitely didn’t want to bring Jeremiah into harm’s way, but he also knew that he and Dennis should not leave the young boy all by himself.


Mac gritted his teeth, clenched his fist as if to prove he could use it, and let out a sigh. It was now or never.


He fumbled around for the tiny keychain flashlight they had grabbed at the gas station. He wished desperately that he had something bigger. The light of the tiny beam barely reached his own feet when he pointed it down at them. Kneeling, he swung the flashlight across the dirt around Anna’s blankets and finally saw the footprints she had left in the soft ground.


The footprints looked strangely uneven, and he felt his stomach drop when he realized that she must have been dragging her injured leg heavily to make such long, deep marks. He wondered if she was as scared as he was. He began to wonder if people stopped being scared once they turned into zombies, then shook himself and stood up. If there was any chance that he could still help Anna, he needed to move fast.


Walking parallel to the footprints, Mac set off into the woods. He took one last look back at the pile of blankets were Dennis and Jeremiah were still asleep, trying to will them not to notice his absence. He crept along slowly as the trees grew thicker around him. He moved slowly to avoid making noise, but thoughts screeched through his head at dizzying speeds. He tried to convince himself that it might not be too late. Maybe Anna was fine. He worked to summon his earlier hope that she had just gone for a walk, but it seemed less and less likely. What would he do when he found her? If worse had come to worst and Anna had become a zombie, would he be able to bring himself to fight her? Even scarier--did he have any chance of winning?


As he walked, Mac began to hear the faint sound of running water in the distance. He realized that he must be nearing a stream or a creek. He followed the noise and was soon able to make out a soft glow: moonlight reflecting on water. He drew in his breath when the beam of his flashlight passed over what he knew instantly was a human--or zombie--shaped figure. Mac stood as still as he could, trying to decide what to do. The figure was bent over and seemed to be looking down, unaware of his presence.


Mac paused. If the figure was Anna, he didn’t want to startle her. But if it was a zombie--or worse, a zombified Anna--he didn’t want to get within arm’s reach. He checked his shoelaces to make sure they were tied and braced himself to run away if necessary.


“Anna?” he called softly.


---


Dennis awoke with a start. It took him a moment to figure out where he was and why he was sleeping on a pile of dirty tarps. “Should’ve stayed asleep,” he mumbled to himself as the grim details of the previous day came back to him. He thought about trying for some more rest, but his stomach objected with a loud growl. They had been too exhausted to eat before bed, and now he was starving. He shook Jeremiah gently. He could use the boy’s help to get a fire going. Jeremiah only muttered and rolled over. Maybe Mac would be more cooperative.


The hunger in his stomach turned into cold fear. Mac’s blankets were empty, and he was nowhere to be seen. Anna was gone, too. He knew that Mac wouldn’t have left without telling him unless something was seriously wrong.


“Jeremiah,” he hissed, “you have to get up now. Something’s wrong.”


The boy sat up and rubbed his eyes, hair sticking out in all directions. “What is it?” he asked in confusion.


“Mac and Anna,” Dennis replied, “they’re gone.”


Jeremiah blinked. “Maybe they went for a walk?” he suggested hopefully.


Dennis shook his head. He didn’t want to alarm Jeremiah, but there was no time for false hope. He considered the possibilities. Had zombies gotten to Mac and Anna while they were sleeping? He doubted it. Zombies weren’t known for their stealth--he definitely would have woken up to their loud groans and heavy, clumsy footsteps. That meant that Mac and Anna must have left of their own will. But why?


He shook his head again. At this point, all that mattered was finding their friends. “Let’s go, he told Jeremiah, pointing to the truck. Sensing his urgency, the boy cooperated without further protest. He gathered an armful of blankets and secured them to the bed of the truck with the ratty old rope that had held the bundle together.


Dennis paused. Which direction should they go? As Jeremiah hopped into the truck’s passenger seat, Dennis strode over to collect the blankets that Mac and Anna had slept in. There was no point in abandoning their few supplies. As he bent to gather them up, he spotted the imprint of a shoe in the dirt. Tracks! Just one pair of footprints at first, starting from Mac’s blankets, and then another starting from Anna’s. Dennis frowned. Where they joined up, the two sets of footprints were strangely close together--too close for two people to have been walking next to each other at the same time. One of them must have left the camp first, then the other followed later. But why?


Brow furrowed, Dennis hurried to the truck. He remembered how worried Mac had been the night before, even after they had used the hand sanitizer to clean Anna’s wound. He hadn’t seemed to share Dennis’s relief that the sanitizer would kill any germs that might cause an infection.


Infection. The word rang in Dennis’s head. Of course! Anna had been injured by a zombie. Wasn’t that how the plague spread? Was she a zombie now? If so, could she--would she--infect Mac, too?


Dennis leapt into the driver’s seat and peered out, tires whirring against the soft dirt. He steered the truck along the path of footprints as quickly as he could amid the thickening trees. The bumpy ground jolted the old truck around, and Jeremiah squealed as a particularly nasty bump lifted him straight off his seat and practically out the window.


“Buckle up,” Dennis ordered, “this ride may get even bumpier.”


As they progressed, Dennis felt breathless--a combination of the truck’s jostling and his own rising panic. They had no weapons, no way to defend themselves. He ran through a mental list of the items they had grabbed from the gas station, but none of them would help. Out of habit, he punched on the radio, then remembered that it would just produce static. Petey “Muskrat” Coltrain’s bluegrass station and all the others had ceased broadcasting weeks ago as the plague intensified.


But it wasn’t static. Somehow, it was playing music! And not just any music, but a lively bluegrass tune that he recognized from his time listening to the Muskrat’s station while he and Mac were back at the farm.


“Well, at least we have a soundtrack,” he said to Jeremiah, strangely cheered by the familiar song. Jeremiah seemed unimpressed. Turning his full attention to the path ahead, Dennis focused his gaze and braked slightly. Ahead and to their left, he could make out a stream flowing through the trees in the distance. He squinted. Something was moving next to the water. Were those people? They were--it was Mac and Anna!


Dennis and Jeremiah stared in horror. Anna had a hand firmly around Mac’s throat.


Part 6


Dennis and Jeremiah stared in horror from the truck. Anna had a hand firmly around Mac’s throat.


“What is she doing?” Jeremiah squeaked in fearful confusion.


“Her wound,” Dennis gasped, “She must be infected.” But as he spoke, something strange happened. Anna’s left hand reached up and gripped her right arm by the wrist, wrenching it away from Mac’s neck. Mac retreated hastily, maneuvering so that a boulder stood between himself and Anna, but he seemed unhurt. What in the world was going on?


Dennis stomped on the gas, launching the truck forward. Hearing the noise, Mac and Anna looked up. Relief flooded Mac’s face, but Anna just seemed scared. Dennis pulled up a short distance away and hopped out, strains of bluegrass still trickling from the now-functioning radio.


“Unbuckle yourself,” Dennis told Jeremiah. He was reluctant to put the boy in harm’s way, but they’d be safer together if they needed to fight--or flee--Anna. “Stay near the truck, but be ready for anything.”


Jeremiah nodded bravely, making Dennis proud and a little sad--they’d all had to grow up quickly to survive this zombie plague. Only a few weeks ago, he, Mac, and the other workers had been sitting happily around the table in the Greersons’ kitchen, listening to Petey Coltrain and playing poker with hardly a care in the world. And now--now one of his friends was trying to strangle another.


“Mac!” Dennis yelled, sprinting toward them, “Are you okay?” Maybe it was his imagination or the rising sun’s reflection, but he thought Anna’s eyes held a glint of red. She didn’t look hostile, though, just shaken and confused.


“Great timing, Dennis,” Mac said, keeping a wary eye on Anna, “We may have a slight problem.” He gestured toward Anna, whose frightened gaze was back on her hand.


“Anna, are you okay?” Dennis asked her, “What happened?”


“I think . . . ” Anna’s voice trembled, “I think I’m turning into one of them.”


Dennis and Mac exchanged a glance. Neither needed to ask who “them” meant. They looked at her bandaged right shin and noticed angry purple streaks creeping upward from it.


“It started with my leg,” she continued. “It was tingling all night, and then it began pulling me.”


“Your leg pulled you?” Dennis asked, his stomach tight with fear.


Anna nodded. “My arm started feeling funny, too. Almost like it was asleep, but also like something else was controlling it.” Her right arm twitched violently when she spoke, as if to prove her point.


Mac felt desperate. It seemed evident that Anna was infected and slowly turning into a zombie--one who wished them harm. But she was also still Anna, and Anna was their friend. How could they help her? How much time did they have? Dennis’s troubled face suggested that he shared these conflicted thoughts.


“Don’t worry,” Jeremiah piped up suddenly. “We’ll find a way to help you.” The others looked surprised but appreciative of his clear determination.


“Thank you,” she replied, her eyes now clear, “I promise I’ll try not to . . . you know.” She regarded her rogue arm fearfully.


“Let’s start driving,” Dennis said. “If we can find more survivors, they might know what to do. We’ve made a lot of noise--it’s probably not safe to stay here any longer."


They started toward the truck. As Mac passed Anna, her right hand leapt out and grabbed his shirt. He yelped, yanking himself free. “I’m sorry!” Anna said, horrified. She grasped her right wrist with her left arm and stared down at her right leg, which was kicking out toward Mac.


Dennis gripped her gently by the shoulders. “Um, not to be rude,” he said, “but maybe you should ride in back, Anna.”


She nodded mutely and climbed into the truck bed. Jeremiah arranged the tarps into a makeshift seat. Mac hated isolating her, but he worried about her rebellious limbs interfering with Dennis’s driving. Jeremiah squeezed her hand before hopping into the truck.


“Everyone buckled?” Dennis asked after Mac hopped in, “This could get bumpy.” He threw the truck into gear and they rumbled back toward the highway. He fought the impulse to speed away, not wanting to jostle Anna.


Dennis suspected Mac was casting his brain around for solutions as wildly as Dennis was--and without success. Uncomfortable in the silence, Jeremiah turned the radio back up, and Petey Coltrain’s lively bluegrass rushed in.


Mac’s head snapped up. “Since when is the radio working?”


Dennis shrugged. He’d forgotten about it. “I’m not sure. I turned it on out of habit when we left this morning, and bluegrass was playing. Why--”


“We have to go there," Mac interrupted. "Don’t you see?” When Dennis looked blankly, he continued excitedly. “If Coltrain’s playing music, that means he’s survived. And if he’s taking the time to spin bluegrass, his life must not be in danger. Right? Maybe he can help!”


Dennis wasn’t sure Petey Coltrain could help them--or Anna--but felt relieved to have a clear destination. Mac was already poring over the maps that had resided in the glove compartment. “Okay, co-pilot,” Dennis said, “just tell me which way—” but his words were drowned out by a violent thump on the rear windshield.


The boys’ heads whipped around, though Dennis quickly turned his eyes back to the road. “What was that?”


Mac looked sick. “It’s Anna,” he replied, “Well--Anna’s leg.”


Another thump shook the rear window, so forceful that Dennis felt the impact through his headrest.


Anna had twisted herself around in the truck bed and was pounding the thick heel of her right hiking boot into the glass. Or rather, Mac suspected, Anna had lost control and the zombie was taking over.


“We’re going the right way!” Mac jabbed triumphantly at the map, “I recognize this stretch of highway from when we left the Greersons’ ranch. The radio station’s only 30 miles ahead.”


Thirty miles didn’t sound like much, but Dennis felt as though he was barely inching along. He was tempted to slam the gas to dislodge zombie Anna, but he knew their friend was still inside. He couldn’t do it. As Dennis drove, the heel kept coming down, its rhythm an ominous contrast to the bright bluegrass still playing. The glass was strong, but how long could it hold?


The answer came quickly. Dennis gritted his teeth at the unmistakable noise of shattering glass. Cold air whooshed against his neck as the rear windshield gave way. Anna’s leg, now a hideous purple, kicked through the remaining glass, and her boot’s motion continued directly into the back of Dennis’s skull. Dennis felt his head zoom toward the steering wheel, and then everything went black.


Part 7


Everything went black. When Dennis’s eyes reopened, Mac was gripping the wheel and yelling his name. Like a grotesque puppetmaster, Anna’s leg wriggled into the cab, pulling the rest of her along with it.


With a final heave, Anna landed squarely on the seat next to Dennis, her eyes again glowing red. Head throbbing, he braced for a blow, but none came. “Anna, it’s okay,” said Jeremiah, his voice shaking. “We’re your friends. We want to help.” She didn’t respond but didn’t lash out, either. They sat in tense stillness while the bluegrass played insistently on, a reminder of the radio station they were headed to and the station DJ they hoped was somehow still alive and safe.


Then Anna’s right arm swung forward, whacking the radio console. She struck it again, but her clumsy movements only nudged the volume louder. “I guess zombies don’t like bluegrass?” Mac joked weakly.


Anna’s left arm shot out and grabbed the right. She wrenched it away from the radio and clutched it to her chest, shaking. Jeremiah peeked out from behind his hands. “Anna, can you hear us? Are you a zombie?” he asked tentatively. Miraculously, she seemed to be regaining control.


“I . . . don’t know.” Her voice was low and raspy, as though unused for days. Mac reached to turn off the radio so they could hear her better, but she protested, “Leave it, please. Somehow the music helps.”


“You’re still Anna,” said Jeremiah decisively. “I can tell. Keep the music on. She likes it,” he told Mac firmly. Mac wasn’t sure, but he thought the red in her eyes was clearing.


Before they could ask any questions, Dennis yelped, “We’re here!” Giddy with relief, he swung the truck into the station’s large parking lot. It was strewn with debris, and he had to park at the very entrance.


The only other recognizable object around was an old truck even more beat up than theirs. Dennis hoped desperately that it was Petey’s.


“What if it’s a trap?” whispered Dennis.


“I’m not sure we have any alternatives,” Mac replied, eyeing Anna warily, “but let’s stay quiet.”


Dennis pulled the keys from the ignition, and the group clambered out. Mac saw Anna’s right limbs twitching. They moved as quickly and quietly as they could, peering nervously at the dark woods surrounding the lot. Suddenly, Anna’s rogue leg kicked out and sent an empty can clattering across the concrete, deafening in the silence. They froze. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen.


Then Mac noticed the debris around them stirring, as if blown by distant wind. “What the--” he started, but Dennis pointed wordlessly. Mac gasped. From every direction, figures were emerging from the woods. A sea of zombies was closing in, slowly but steadily. They had nowhere to run.


Mac picked up a long slat of wood, and Dennis grabbed a dented garbage can lid. Neither had much faith in their makeshift weapons.


Suddenly, Anna’s right arm again reached for Mac’s throat. Dennis dropped the lid and struggled to pull her arm away, desperate to save Mac. “Careful!” squeaked Jeremiah. “Don’t hurt her!”


“I’m trying,” Dennis protested, “but she’s gonna kill Mac!”


They remained at an impasse, Anna gripping Mac’s neck and Dennis pulling at Anna’s arm while Jeremiah stared into her crimson eyes. “Come back, Anna,” he implored. “I know you’re in there!” She held his gaze but didn’t ease her grasp.


Just then, from the door of the radio station burst out a heavyset, wild-looking man lugging an enormous speaker. The speaker blared riproaring bluegrass, so loud that Dennis could feel his teeth vibrating. Jeremiah kept his focus, though, still speaking to Anna. The crowd of zombies had come to a standstill, almost as though they were observing the standoff. Anna’s arm didn’t budge.


Mac’s eyes bulged, and his wood slat clattered to the ground. Twangy guitar and thumping drums rang out. Dennis’s head spun with panic. “Anna, come back!” cried Jeremiah. Despite the music, the air felt frozen. “Come back to us!” He threw his arms around her waist—half restraint and half embrace.


Finally, just as Mac’s knees started to give out, an especially loud twang rang from the speaker. Anna dropped her arm with a loud gasp. Mac stumbled backward. As quickly as it had gathered, the zombie horde began to disperse, loping back into the woods. Two zombies lingered, looking confused.


“I guess they really don’t like bluegrass,” Mac commented weakly, rubbing his neck.


“Depends which ‘they’ you mean,” the man chuckled, lowering the volume slightly. “The zombies hate it. But the people inside love it. You okay?”


Mac nodded, and the man continued. “Yup, they’re still human at the core. Looks like your friend there might be somewhere in between right now.” Jeremiah put a protective hand on Anna’s back. “Petey Coltrain, by the way,” the man said.


The group made its introductions and watched in amazement as Petey clapped a hand on the shoulders of the two lingering zombies, spoke briefly, and ushered them into the station.


“How are you still alive?” blurted Mac. “I mean, with all these zombies around?”


“Pure dumb luck and stubbornness,” Petey said proudly. “At first I tried to stay quiet and hide like everyone else--but that didn’t work for most folks,” he grimaced. “Decided if I was gonna go, it’d be playing bluegrass. Turns out, that’s the secret weapon.”


“Bluegrass?” Dennis was incredulous.


“Well, music. I’ve tried classical, country, rap--it all worked, but I’m partial to bluegrass. It confuses them and eventually breaks through the infection. But it’s not enough just to blare music at ‘em. You need to engage, talk to them. The more you can make them realize you’re a person, the better they’ll remember that they are, too.”


“That’s exactly what you did, Jeremiah!” Dennis again felt a flash of pride at the boy’s brave compassion.


“That’s right. Well done, fella,” Petey gave Jeremiah a firm handshake. “Your help will be most welcome if you’re willing to stay and give it.”


“I am!” Jeremiah glowed. Then his face fell. “So . . . things will never be like they were before?” he asked sadly.


“Afraid not,” replied Petey. “But hopefully we’ll all understand the world and one another a little better from now on. The zombies are here, and we can’t change that. And there’s no going back to how life was before the plague hit. But it’s literally going to be the end of the world if we don’t work through it now.”


Anna was looking abashed. “Can you ever forgive me?” she asked Mac, unable to meet his eyes.


“There’s no shame,” Petey declared, and Mac nodded vigorously. “You fought it, and you’re still here. Now that a few zombies have recovered, they’re helping me reach others. You can help, too.” Turning to the others, he said, “You’re all welcome to stay and join the effort. Not that you’ve got a ton of options.”


They laughed wryly, remembering the horde outside. “We’d love to,” said Dennis as the others added their agreement. He put his arms around Mac’s and Jeremiah’s shoulders, and both extended theirs around Anna’s. Slowly, her arms--left and right--lifted to join the embrace.

100wc



 Bricks Gorilla Yellow Running Pretty, it was a 100wc but I turned it into a story.

I was laying under the covers, the tornado was getting worse, much worse and it was heading straight towards our house. I thought about what I had heard on the news earlier, due to heavy winds, zoo animals have been picked up and thrown around the country. Just then I heard a noise, CRASH! What was that, worried I ran down the stairs, what could have made this noise? When I got to the bottom of the stairs I was shocked, there was a yellow brick road just like the one in the Wizard of Oz, but, in my living room. I kept running, running faster than I ever had before, straight down the yellow brick road. I passed rose fields, teddy bears and dinosaurs galore. then I came to the end. the road had gone on for so long that I thought it would never end. I stopped, sitting at my feet was a gorilla the size of my sunglasses. It grabbed my arm and started pulling me somewhere but where...

To be continued 
Make up your own ending.


Monday 5 November 2018

100wc



This week the 100wc is... (drumroll please) I wondered what was behind the door. Here is my story.


I just stood there and I wondered, what is behind that door? I have had this door for weeks now, and I'm just too scared to open it. I mean who wouldn't its rusty, and old and it came out of nowhere. My mum said I should just open it and see what's inside, but what if something jumps out at me, or the ground breaks underneath me, or even worse dinosaurs holding scissors come out, oh my worst nightmare. I might just leave it a little while longer, but I will still wonder what is really behind that door.


Tuesday 16 October 2018

Happy term 4 everyone



Happy term 4, everyone This weeks 100wc is... Bath, Fighter, Dance, Orange, Clumsily.


Out here in the jungle, we have all sorts of things, like ninjas, firefighters, and even dancers. They walk in here clumsily like they own the place. Scaring away the penguins from the pond, the dinosaurs from up the Kauri Trees, and the Orange Gorillas from eating the egglaphants. They steal the food off the sun and the pot of gold that looks like a lighthouse. The emoji faces, taking a bath, were knocked out and crushed, just so the ninjas and the firefighters could feel victorious. The penguins, dinosaurs, Orange Gorillas, and the emoji faces, soon turned on the ninjas, firefighters, and the dancers. Kicking them out of the jungle forever.

Some work

Hi there, I haven't really posted in a while but I'm back! I really miss being able to post on here and show you all my work. Being ...