Cameo Writing

My special place

Sweaty people are so crammed up that it is unpleasantly cozy. It wobbles like jelly in an oasis of darkness. As it reaches speeds of 130 kph you have to hold on to your seats and hope not to vomit.

Men pick their noses while they read the paper. A man dressed very formally walks in and coos ''tickets please''.  It slowly speeds up to 150 kph  it is at full speed.  Nick nick nick nick it says as it speeds down the pitch black tunnel.  In the distance you can see a glistening light,it's only a matter of seconds before you speed past it. You slow down 150,130,100,70,50,30,20,0.  You have arrived at the station.

By Luka Yelash 

Horsey Wonderland

On Tuesday evening in the faint sunlight horses neigh as I walk through the fields laden with jumps and logs. I take back with me a great lumbering animal tied by his face on a blue and green lead-rope. After I put this animal in pen number 24 it starts snuffling around the stony floor. I strolled up onto the veranda and sat on one of the sagging brown chairs beside my fast friend Liam. My heart beating fast as I serve costumers standing in front of a shining silver till built into the wall. As I watch my sister Emily jump her heart out I feel proud for my-self because I have a talented sister. At times my guts lurch because she makes a mistake and a bang, rolls over the grassy fields as a pair of stained hooves crack the wood. At 8:00 pm we put the colourful horses back where they belong (My special place is Massy Pony Club)       

By Thomas Howlett

My Special Place

Sparkling hot,sand lays glistening in the sun, with prints of big and small feet.  The clear blue water sways back and fourth while kids splash around.  The sound of loud birds flying by relaxes your mind while you lay on the sand getting tanned.

Up on the long green grass there's tennis balls rolling and volley balls flying all around the place.  Under my tree I read a book or I just lay and listen to the leaves rustling and the wind passing by.

Quickly running through the boiling,hot,sand like your in a race and the finish line is the cold frigid ocean.  On the wet,hard sand there's massive holes, sand castles, or just mountains.

As the sun goes down and the moon comes out, everyone leaves and I am left in peace until the Sun comes out again.

By Alaina Granger

My Special Place

The sun reflected off the salty cold water.  The soft, golden sand squeezed between my toes.  People are running around enjoying themselves.  Colourful umbrellas are everywhere.  Waves lap, making the sand wet and cold.  Footprints look like they're moulded into the little tiny grains of sand.  Shells are scattered everywhere like decorations.  The wind is howling, it makes me freeze. Seaweed brushes past my leg making me jump in fright.  

By Bianca Worsley