6B 500 words!

Over the last few weeks 6B have been planning and writing their entries to the BBC Radio 2 500 Words competition.


On Wednesday we submitted them and now we wait anxiously to hear if any of us have been winners!


Have a read of Millie's, do you think she could be a winner?

LOST IN THE STARS

Staring up at the stars, I saw the lustrous diamonds. I sighed. Emma had always loved the stars. Violently shaking my head, I staggered back towards my bed. Descending into the depths of the duvets, sleep engulfed me…

Emma's cry and the piercing sound of a siren. You should have saved her Amber, you should have. “Amber, please, just go! Save yourself!” Emma screamed. “No! I won’t leave!” I heard myself cry. Then the bloodcurdling screams came. Shooting up, beads of sweat running down my face, I heard Lucy’s elated cry and mum hugging her. “It was just a dream, Amber.” I said to myself. Lazily wiping sweat of my face, I pulled on some clothes and slumped downstairs. “Lucy!” I cried. Pulling her into a tight embrace, the muffled sounds of her tears could be heard. Ever since Emma had gone, she hadn’t been the same. All the dreams about her were true. I could have saved her. Now it haunts me. It will haunt me forever. Charlie would have a wife. Little Isis could have had a mum. Lucy would still have her best friend. This was going to be a bad day...

Haunted by the memories, I couldn’t face going to the funeral. Everyone there had lost someone they loved because of me. If I went I would have sobbed until there were no tears left. Nuzzling into my beloved companion Reggie (who we got at the dogs home) I slept the pain away. However, when I sleep, the nightmares come. There was no excuse as to why they wouldn’t come. They always do. I writhe and toss and scream, but they never go away. That night, I sat under the stars wondering which one was Emma. Emma would never forgive me. She had always wanted a baby. When she finally had Isis, her life was complete. But then, I took that away from her. Isis’ big blue eyes never fail to amaze me. Those bouncing auburn curls are beautiful. Like the stars. Sometimes I find myself getting lost in the stars…

“Amber!” I could hear my mum shouting. “Wake up! What are you doing? Why are you sleeping in the garden?”  Drained by the nightmares, I rubbed my eyes. Grunting, I stood up. “I was looking at the stars!” Mum looked worried. “That’s where Emma is.” I stammered. It was hard to say her name. “Well you were out here all night,” she said anxiously “Something could have happened to you!” I shrugged. Obviously fed up with arguing, Mum walked back into the house, tutting. I wish I wasn’t such a nuisance.

Later on, we ate dinner. Well, I say eat. I mostly just picked. I wasn’t hungry. I’m never am hungry. Mum just tuts at me. I feel bad for her. I know Emma was her best friend. I killed Mum’s best friend. I am a monster. I am despicable. Not human. I walk out into the garden. I see a figure. It is Emma…

500 word challenge

6R have been working on their 500 word stories for the BBC Radio 2 competition. Here is the first part of Madison's writing - what features can you identify?

As you silently creep towards an abandoned, antiquated cottage in the far away woods, the branch of a dead tree screeches in agony while it falls to the ground. You open the creaking, wooden door. Standing still as a statue, you wait for any booby traps to pop out in front of you. No traps await you, so you continue your quest. The first room looks as if a bomb has gone off; it is unbelievably messy: glass is shattered everywhere; cobwebs hang from almost every single crumbling corner. You stagger amongst the sharp shards of glass and you discover another door; it is a metallic colour with a stiff handle and mostly all of the screws have been yanked out of it.