27 July 2022, Week 1: Where to?

Lightning Storm is an always smiling six year old girl with a shaky tooth. She has smooth black hair with a fringe covering her forehead. She wears a dress with lots of pockets and an electric arm with pockets on the side of both her knees that catches anything she may drop. She wears a hat with a torch and can see behind her. It has a magical ballon connected to the top of her hat ( but it can't fly off). The magical balloon looks like a regular ballon with spiky feathery wings and takes the weight of the person away from the body so that she can fly. She wants to be the first six year old to have travelled around Australia all by herself. She has a Boston terrier called Calculus, who is the best dog on earth and loved playing board games and puzzles with Lightning Storm. To go on her trip, Lightning Storm has packed her bag with games like puzzles, sticker books and board games like Sushi Go. The bag also has a little fridge that is big when you open it and has lots of goodies likes Sushi.

Sunny was looking for bamboo sticks to get the pandas to come out. An old man caught Sunny’s attention by shouting “I can tell you a secret if you give me anything that is important”. Sunny was surprised when the old man asked her the question. She pulls out the contents from her pouch “u”. “Pouch “u” was where she kept her rare Brazilian red slug because poiser makers usually liked them. She also took out her russsian blue tulip plant from her pouch 7.8 and she placed them on the little table she carried. The old man looked at the portable tulip and the slug and sand. “Do you have any bamboo?” she said yes but it is very old and she took it out from her back pack T1 and he said, “That is enough – I will tell you the secret; I am called the travelling trades man and I will give you a map. Just follow it and it will take you to a magical place. At that moment her animals came over to her. Her wandering albatross bonked her on the head with a bag. She said “Ow”. She has a worm for the paragon falcon but she dropped it when the albatross bonked her. The travelling tradesman gave her the map and said “Good Bye” and I will see you in six months, just wait at Falcon’s lake ...

Mac Galbakkii, the world’s most daring and courageous 11-year-old explorer ventured off to the edge of what was known. Beyond uncharted mountains and across a thousand rivers, he trekked across the land… “Mac Galbakkii!” screams Mum from the other half of the house, cutting short my daring narrative. “You’d better be in the shower already!!” “Yes, Mum!” I say, sarcastically. I get undressed and hop into the shower. As I do, I wonder why Mum just can’t appreciate that I want to be an explorer, not some famous rockstar. Wait just a minute! I’ve just had an idea! But I’m gonna need the help of my li’l bro, Stevie. ……… I exit the bathroom dramatically in a cloud of steam. I pretend I’m a real-life explorer, narrowly escaping the deadly Yetis of the Icy Mountains. I head to my room and get dressed and then knock on my 9 year-old brother Stevie’s bedroom door. I open the pure white door and Aretha Franklin’s ‘Respect’ reaches my eardrums. “Hey, Stevie!” I yell over the blaring soul music. Stevie presses pause. “Yeah?” “Ya wanna go exploring the unknown?” I ask. “Like, yeah!” he says. “Although I don’t think Mum’ll let us go.” “Ha! Don’t you worry Steve! You just start ...

Warning: Fantasy Alcohol, Drunkeness “Oh, come oooon, let’s ask,” a voice said, piercing through the fog of Voyage’s brain like sunshine through thick clouds. “Are you sure we should?” another answered, skeptical. “We need a spellcaster,” a deep, gravelly voice argued, “And it’s not every day you find a whole adventuring party in a single tavern,” “If you’re sure,” the second voice sighed. Voyage’s tankard was slammed onto the table by a small, tanned hand and they shot up in their seat. “I’MSORRYIDIDN’TMEANTOTAKeyour- oh,” Voyage blinked and rubbed their eyes. In front of them were four humanoids who looked the adventuring sort. A halfling in a peacock blue tunic with little multicoloured pockets sewn onto it wherever there was room was holding the handle of Voyage’s tankard. They were smiling, pleased, so Voyage assumed that they were the one who woke them up. A half-orc with the greyish skin of their non-human parent towered behind the halfling. They wore a pale dress embroidered with fruit and a green shawl over their shoulders. An elf in a fine purple vest and leggings was idly tightening the bandages around their wrists. Voyage couldn’t see any blood, so they ...

For the third time that evening, Avril Rosseau rechecked her suitcase. The navy, wheeled contraption had three large, zippered pockets, and every one was kept as controlled and tidy as her well-organised mind. In the first pocket were her clothes - thick and warm to protect from the extreme cold, and with fluorescent or reflective stripes in case of an avalanche, snowstorm or other disaster. The second pocket contained an eclectic combination of a small two-person tent, a sleeping bag, a lantern, a torch, two spare batteries (they both used AA, which wasn’t a coincidence), and various other useful items - like night-vision goggles and other utilities. The third pocket… well, hopefully she would never need to use what was in the third pocket. Was Avril an overpacker? You could say that. Sighing, she left her preparations and went to ensure that the rest of the household were packed. Properly packed. She couldn’t trust them not to leave something behind. And you never knew when that something could be crucial. “Maurice!” Avril called as she walked down the hallway to his room, “I’m just going to check what Maman has packed for you.” “M’kay Avi,” he murmured, in the ...

Into the wilderness There is a land known as Tropicana. It has beautiful fauna and breath-taking sights but it is also dangerous. Untold dangers lurk at every corner. Until, Queen Eugenie Kingston of Tropicana banished them to the wilderness and ordered a wall of immense power and height to be built. But what if Tropicana could live in a different way? To live with the beasts in harmony and peace than fear them? Charlotte Elizabeth Smith closed the book and warmed her hands against a dancing fire. She sighed deeply and watched the glowing embers. Her black hair swayed gently. She watched the endless scene of mountains. They had made it past the wall and had trekked 6km north. The bitter North wind slapped her face. Her friend Elian Iwadael Tyak was setting up camp and his falcon was dutifully guarding them. She felt fur underneath her tired feet. It was Stormeye, her loyal snow cat. She was a large cat with fur like snow leopard ones. There was something wrong. Charlotte's grandma had given them a locket. Will there be a time she’ll need it?

White. White, and More White. The sky was laced with white the mountains blanketed in white and the floor, white. She was lost. Never to be seen again by a living human, Kitty ventured into the white wonderland spread out for miles around her. Her cheeks grew red with cold and she regretted ever wishing for adventure. And then and there, Kitty crumpled down towards the snow and spoke her last words, “Why?” * * * * * * I’ve begun with the end, so you are prepared for what will happen. You see, I want you to know what happened to dear Katherine Whittle, or Kitty as everyone called her, before the end of this story. The reason why, because I want you to read what I’ve written, what I, the person who told Kitty to venture into that white wonderland and followed her in the shape of a bat, a bat she called Bee. I will now start from the beginning from where Kitty lived in an Orphanage just across the road from where I was a young witch named Olive. * * * * * * From the journal of Kitty Whittle: 2nd of August, 1979 I woke this morning thinking that Papa and Mama would be waiting for me in the kitchen with a wonderful home baked breakfast already made, on the table for ...

Task 1: Alexandra could hear her heart racing. Excitement coursing through her veins. Her clothes had been taken to the boat but she was not going to wear a tunic and have her hair prettily braided. No, this was an expedition! This was a new beginning. She was going to Egypt; she would no longer be ruled by Julias Cesar. Alexadra crept into her brother Lucius' room; his old tunics were in there and they fit her perfectly. Alexandra crept past the moonlit pond. She stared at her pale white long tunic and a pale blue cloth over it, it was embedded with jewels. Her hair, dressed in plaits and curls with flowers sprinkled all over them. It sickened her, this look. It was dangerous for a woman to be loud and bossy and Alexadra knew that, but this was her expedition no one else’s! Alexandra was bossy, she was loud and she was proud. Her hate for the boundaries for women was vicious, but not as vicious as her hate of tunics, hair and so on. Alexandra had hand-packed her own clothes, no servants allowed, tucking in a dagger and a scroll, which the servants would never have packed. Rome was once beautiful but now it was nothing but dangerous for those against Julius Cesar. ...

Breeze’s Quest Breeze stared up into the sky, her ashy blonde hair blowing in the wind. Her eyes were wide with curiosity, the full moon glowing brightly behind her. She let out a wistful sigh and floated deeper into dreamland. “Breeze! Dinner!” The loud call broke her train of thought. Blinking fast in shock, the girl strode back out of the woods into her house. “How long were you back, Ma?” she asked as she entered. “At least forty minutes,” the elder woman replied, setting a clay bowl of lentil soup in front of Breeze. “I tried calling you, but you were in too much of a daze.” Breeze giggled bashfully. All her life she had been called “a dreamer” by everyone in her village, and it was true. A dusky brown barn owl came swooping in through the open window, and landed on a perch near the table. “Welcome home, Lyre.” Breeze greeted the fowl, stroking her speckled feathers. Lyre chirped happily and began gnawing on the raw mouse meat that was placed in front of her. Just as the maker of the meal sat down, a knock on the door interrupted her. She rose to her feet and opened it. “Good evening, Myrrh,” said a stout man in a silk scarf. “Thank you again for your ...

This is the full writing piece; I cut it short earlier. I opened my eyes. My heart was pounding so loudly that even Jackson could hear it. I was 17 years old and in high school. My class had been offered the opportunity to go hiking, which, for me, was one hour of torture. I had already embarrassed myself twice, once when I’d tripped on a tree stump and sprawled awkwardly on the ground and second when Mrs Baron had to lift me off a highrock because I was too scared to jump. Halfway through, I was so exhausted I had to ask Mrs Baron if I could lie down. She told Jackson to stay with me. But she’d forgotten to pick us. Are you alright?" he asked, startling me slightly. "Where's Mrs Baron and the rest of the class?"I asked, feeling nauseated at the thought of being lost. Jackson hesitated for a moment and then his face was streaked with fear. He finally realized our situation. "I...I...I don't know." I think we might be... I mean I don't know..." 'Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it!' I thought to myself. "...lost." He said it. All of a sudden I felt dizzy. And then I was on the ground with Jackson shaking me awake. "Gemma! Wake up!" he said, sounding hysterical. ...

Fred rushed around to an old shack surrounded by trees. He walked in. Small bones lined the ground. ‘Harrier,’ Fred called softly. An answering shriek cut through the air like a knife, and a golden-brown blur raced past him, and alighted on a branch in an old oak. It was a hawk. His wings stretched out he looked a magnificent sight. He was tall and menacing, and his beak was curved and deadly. His talons gripped the branch with a death grip, and were as sharp as knifes. And in Fred’s mind, he was the most beautiful hawk he’d ever seen. Harrier hopped down to Fred’s shoulder, gripping on just enough so he wouldn’t fall off. Fred had met Harrier one day, because a lightning bolt had struck a tree where a nest of hawks was. Everyone had died, except Harrier. Later on, Fred went to see what the tree looked like, seen Harrier, and fed it small pieces of rabbit and mouse. From then on, they were fast friends. now I skipped forward to when the expedition starts When they got to the docks, they saw Valiant in all its glory, red sails flapping, green sides blazing out, the words, Valiant scrawled in fancy silver writing on the sides. All the crew was assembled in front of the ...

BEASTS OF BERMUDA (Disclaimer: Elements of this story are not based on real history.) Prologue In 1967, the first satellite was launched into orbit of the earth. It then took the first picture of the world. The picture became ridiculously famous, and by the next year, almost everyone on earth knew about it. It continued to fly around the earth, snapping pictures wherever it went. But one day, somebody noticed something. Around a certain area of the Atlantic ocean was a group of middle-sized islands. But not just any area of the Atlantic ocean. The Bermuda Triangle. The government decided to send a team combo of scientists, explorers, and military personnel to the islands to explore and discover them. What they did not know was that only a small lucky handful would return alive… Chapter 1 Andrew Ospengance sighed as he turned the key in the doorknob. How would he explain this to her? The second business trip this month. She would not be happy. Andrew heard the lock click and pushed the door open. “Kelly? I’m home!” He called as he kicked off his shoes. “So you are now?” Kelly called back. “I’ve been waiting for ages. What kept you away?” Andrew breathed ...

FOREWORD: “Have you seen my description book?”I asked Spiky not expecting a helpful answer (from my helpful as much as she can be echidna). Description of Spiky: My echidna is young, wild and free with no intention to hurt anyone in this country intentionally. My echidna, Spiky goes through a range of emotions each day but tries her best to stay bubbly and positive! She is like all the innocent animals in the world put into one undersized echidna!! Me: I’m Layla. You can call me Libi! I love animals, especially echidnas. I have medium-brown skin and black hair with dark brown tips. ‘Now honestly, where is my description book?’ I thought, pausing for a second, trying not to make it obvious that I was anxious about where my private description book could be. Sometimes, it can be tiring to look after an energetic echidna but I have to admit, I wouldn’t trade anything for Spiky! Libi’s chocolate brown tips wiggled around her shoulders. “If I were a description book, where would I hide?” I questioned myself as if I were one. It’s impossible for something I look after extremely well to go missing instantly!! I have a legendary idea on what I should describe next. I ...

I opened my eyes. My heart was pounding so loudly that even Jackson could hear it. I was 17 years old and in high school. My class had been offered the opportunity to go hiking, which, for me, was one hour of torture. I had already embarrassed myself twice, once when I’d tripped on a tree stump and sprawled awkwardly on the ground and second when Mrs Baron had to lift me off a rock because I was too scared to jump. Halfway through, I was so exhausted I had to ask Mrs Baron if I could lie down. She told Jackson to stay with me. But she’d forgotten to pick us. Are you alright?" he asked, startling me slightly. "Where's Mrs Baron and the rest of the class?"I asked, feeling nauseated at the thought of being lost. Jackson hesitated for a moment and then his face was streaked with fear. He finally realized our situation. "I...I...I don't know." I think we might be... I mean I don't know..." 'Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it!' I thought to myself. "...lost."

This isn't the full writing task but here is what I have come up with so far: My character is called Zoey, she is 9 years old. She wears a blue skirt and pink t-shirt, her eyes are purple and she has long brown hair. She is brave and kind. She is going on a picnic and wants to collect berries and explore. She has unique pet which is funny, the pet is called Crumble, which is 10cm tall. Crumble has spots, sticks as ears and tea leaves on the sticks. Zoey has with her: -purse -water bottle -a tent -a sleeping bag -a basket -food Her unexpected item is a shiny purple gem. Her transport is a bike with a basket and the colour of the bike is aqua. At the back of her bike are small straps to hold her luggage.

Everybody cheered as Wilson put on his helmet. It made a faint click noise as he secured the air holes. He bent down and put on this Labrador retrievers, Peanuts, helmet. They turned around and walked the steel ramp. “This is it!” He said to Peanut who replied with “Bark!” Wilson and peanut we're going to Venus to see if tis suitable for human life. Wilson sat down un the cockpit while Peanut sat in his doggy bed. Wilson flicked a few switches and a touch screen came down. “Ground control we are ready for take off” Wilson announced. “Alright, starting count down!” Ground Control replied. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1” The Space X ship counted. “Take off!”