A Magical Night by Christabel

In the Night

In the night before bedtime 

The candles flicker with glorious light 

The crickets chirp with all their might 

The stars that twinkle are a lovely sight 

O, what a magical night!

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Christabel 8yo, whom for the love of music, is being homeschooled. Loves reading, writing, skating n knitting too.

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The Journey of the Seed by Amelia Henderson

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The Journey of the Seed

One day a farmer was planting seeds in his garden and he

dropped this particular seed that I am going to be writing about.

Let’s call him Willy.  One day when Willy got carefully dropped into his newly furnished hole, all the strangeness happened………….

On the fifth day of his “ensoilment” he started to grow until, POP!

He popped out of his hole.  Finally he could breathe again, “aah,”

 he thought to himself, “how nice to breathe again.” but his journey wasn’t over yet!

On the tenth day he started to grow even more!

He started to grow leaves! He wondered what they were.

Whenever they swayed in the wind he would yell “ARRGH!!! They are alive!!!!!!” and the other leaves would giggle at him.

Now, on the fifteenth day what happened was ever so strange, even I could not believe it! Willy started to grow flowers! He always thought that flowers were girly and were meant to be for girls only! He tried to gnaw on it every day but he would always end up with a scar of some sort.

In the end Willy came to like the flower and he ended being a prop for plant movies!

So my friends the time has come to close the book and put it away somewhere safe because you never know maybe a bean might just pop out of it!   

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 Amelia just turned 9 years old! She's an avid reader and her favourite books are those with hilarious elements in them. 

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Jane by Danika Alma Lim

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Danika is a 9 year old who loves drawing people and writing the conversations they have.
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Extra Chores for Jenny - RuYi

(Written and Illustrated by RuYi when she was 8 years old.)

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She is 9 this year. Loves to play! Also loves to read, doodle, write and cook up stories! Likes fiction, mystery, and adventure stories. She plans a lot of activities with neighbourhood friends - singing competitions, football match, selling stuff, concerts, dress up etc.

What To Do In Weird Times by Hannah L

by Hannah L. (8 years old.)
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"If by any chance you meet

 a chimpanzee, going out on

 a shopping spree, you can be

 polite, and say : "Good morning

 sir, how are you ?" Or- you

can be bad and simple say, "SHOO!"

OR if you meet a porcupine,

 its best if you are polite;

 'cause if you're bad and not

polite - he'll give you a quill -

 out of goodwill ------------------

the kindness of his heart! "

How the Stick Insect was Made by Jodie T

Recently, Jodie read  Just So stories by Rudyard Kipling. Based on these stories, she wrote her own. She also wanted some of the fonts colourful. Jodie will turn 8 soon, and is still crazy about mermaids.

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A long time ago, there was a beetle that was round, green and furry. He was about the size of an acorn, and he had six thorny legs and sharp fangs. He was a predator who loved meat. 

One day he saw an elephant and thought to himself, “Mmmm, what a juicy looking animal to eat.” 

So he crept towards the elephant planning to sink his fangs into the elephant’s knee, and eat him whole. 

When he was about to bite the elephant, then “THUMP!,” the elephant stepped on him and he became flat like a squashed furry capati! The beetle became so angry, he began planning a revenge! 

That night, when the elephant was sleeping, the flat, furry beetle crept onto the elephant. He wanted to pull and bite the elephant’s long, juicy, fat ears.

While he was climbing, his thorny legs pricked the elephant’s back. The elephant woke and felt itchy and began scratching his back with his trunk. As he rolled his trunk on the itch, he was actually rolling the beetle!

“My revenge is ruined! Stop rolling me about! It’s ticklish!” screamed the beetle.

When the elephant stopped scratching with his trunk, the beetle got up and saw that now he looked thin like a stick, almost like a stick bug. So angrily he planned another revenge. 

The next day, the beetle crawled into the elephant’s trunk. He wanted to go inside the elephant’s body to control the elephant. As he crawled into the trunk he got stuck in stinky, slimy, yellow mucus! He pulled and pulled and suddenly the elephant sneezed! 

The insect shot out free, but he left his fur behind! Then he said to himself, “I am now so thin, I don’t think I can eat meat anymore. I should try leaves from now on.” And that was how the stick insect was made.

 The End. 

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A Short Journal Entry about Graffiti by Amelia H.

Can graffiti be art? Is painting on old buildings and walls considered an art form?

 Many people believe that graffiti is a piece of art work while others think it is vandalism. Both sides to the discussion are very strong, but one side of the argument might be a little stronger.

 Graffiti can beautify what is left of an old building. Graffiti helps people express themselves.

Graffiti is vandalism if the piece of wall is just carelessly scribbled on. Most of the time it is just scribbled on and has had no real care taken into it.

Graffiti may be pleasant or unpleasant but it can still be considered a piece of art.

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Amelia H. is a really expressive 9yr old. She loves story telling, acting, singing and a whole lot of other things :)  .

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Each Letter for Each Other by Bethany Kaiwen Tee

A letter named X was walking, thinking to himself,

“But why? Why can’t I be a Lentervist? Just because I’m unordinary!  
Couldn’t I be ordinary like everyone?”

D came running and ALMOST crashed into X, but X sidestepped.

“Ever… do you EVER watch where you’re going?” said X.

“Feniver, I have a mess-” Q came crashing into them.

“Good grief! Why are you on the floor?” asked Q.

“Heniver, YOU crashed into us,” said X.

“I agree. You crashed into us. Anyway, my message-”  Just then, a WORD came – words were letters enemies.

King, the word, said “This place is mine.”

“Lentie, do something!” said Q and X together.

“My place, you hear?” said King.

“No it isn’t. This rural place belongs to no one!”

“Oh really? No one’s? Now I claim it!”

“Protection… it’s under protection,” said D.

Q said, “If it’s under protection, doesn’t that mean that you can’t claim it?”

“Really, I can’t claim it just because of that?” said King.

Someone said, from behind X, “Excuse me, can you please move?” X moved.

Then, they saw who it was and they gasped. Unbelievably, it was Z, who had never done something like that before.

Very much strengthened, the letters went into a huddle.
 Whispering, the letters decided on their plan of action.

X said, “We have to separate King into letters, so we have to get between his letters. You, Q, go between the K and the I. Z, you go between the I and the N, and me and D will go between the N and the G.”

“You there! Q, you’re not supposed to go between the N and the G.”

“X.. sorry…” said Q.

“What? It’s OK,” said X.

“Very good. Now we can start. Let’s push. 3.. 2.. 1.. PUSH!  Ugly King, SEPARATE!”

Then King exploded and K, I, N and G appeared.

“So… what is going on here?” said K, looking around at the mess.

“Really… we just saved you from being trapped in a word,” said D.

Quietly Z spoke up, “Really… we did.” K fainted.

“Probably we should take him to the hospital,” said X.

“Oh, but first I will promote you all to Henivers,” said I, who was actually quite important.

“New Henivers, you are now officially the highest rank of letters!” said I.

“Maybe we could take K to hospital now,” suggested Z helpfully.

“Look, I’m going to carry K to hospital,” said D.

K woke up and said, “I don’t feel good,” and fainted again.

Just then they noticed that G wasn’t there anymore. I looked around and saw G running away, shouting “See you later!”

“Hmm… that’s weird,” said I, “maybe you guys can help track him down after this.

“Great, let’s go back to town,” said Z.

“First, can I tell you my message now?” said D who had come running back to them.

“Eh? Your message?”

D said, “Yes, the message you keep ignoring!  Can you please come to a dinner party with me?”

“Brilliant!” said X.

And they followed D back to his house and they had a wonderful time.

Footnote

Fenivers are the lowest type of letters. One above Fenivers are Lentervists. One above Lentervists are Henivers.

All letters are born as Fenivers. They take a test to become Lentervists, but if you are unordinary (meaning there is only of you and no other letter like you) you cannot take the test.

Lentervists become Henivers by taking a test. If you are an unordinary Feniver you can still become a Heniver if you do a great deed.

How letters are born
If A marries B, they could have C or another B or A. If you marry you can only have the letter after the male or one of the parents letters.

That’s all I would like to say.

(Written by Bethany Kaiwen Tee in 2012)
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 Bethany Tee will be 9 years old this year and holds a red belt in Taekwondo! She's a gifted story teller and homeschooler.