It was early one cold morning. I woke up and went downstairs where I noticed our dog Milo begging for the pancake that Mum was flipping. Once more Mum flipped the pancake but it missed the frying pan and fell straight onto Milo’s begging face, which was no longer begging. Milo jumped up joyfully and excitedly and took the lightly cooked pancake out of our sight and carried it through the door to the back garden. Mum continued flipping pancakes more carefully while I sat down enjoying my own. Milo came back in with a big grin on his face.
My Mum flipped the pancake up but it got stuck on the ceiling. It knocked the lights so it broke. The butter and flour then fell all over Mum, so Dad said, “Let’s eat Mum. She looks tasty.” “No,” said my sister Bella. “I dont want to be cooked, flipped and eaten.” We all laughed as Dad was only joking. My other sister Georgia then came down the stairs and asked what everyone was laughing about. Just then the pancake on the ceiling fell and landed on Georgia’s head. Soon she was laughing with all of us as well.
It was pancake Tuesday and my Mum had come into the classroom to help make some pancakes. This was really bad. Last year Mum came in to help and it was a disaster. Mum burnt the pancakes and then forced everyone to eat them. Mrs Gridley said that it was the yummiest pancake that she had ever had but I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t like it. Mum came walking to our classroom but luckily the frying pan and the mixture were all ready to go. Mum poured in the first batch. Mum flipped the pancake up but it landed on the roof. We all laughed. The rest of the pancakes were handed out. For once Mum had made delicious pancakes.
Yesterday was Pancake Tuesday and for my breakfast I had pancakes. As I sat down to eat Mum flipped the pancake up but it was really black. I said to Mum that I would not eat that black pancake. So she made me another one. The next time she burnt both sides so I asked my sister to make one. It was gold and soft. I ate it up with maple syrup and icing sugar. It was the best pancake ever. I love eating pancakes.
It was Pancake Tuesday and everyone’s mouths were watering, but as the Teacher arrived she told us that she forgot the Pancake ingredients. Then suddenly in walked my Mum with her embarassing ‘I LOVE COOKING’ Chef’s hat on. She had brought her own pancakes. Everyone was laughing at me. Mum started cooking and she was whistling while she cooked. Mum flipped up the pancake but it was covered in honey so it stuck to the dirty ceiling. Mum got out some more flour but she tripped and it went all over the teacher just as the pancake fell and landed on the teachers head. She was furious but now I was laughing too.
One day Mum flipped a pancake up but it had a face on it. It was evil but Mum did not know. Mum could not stop making pancakes. I yelled at Mum to STOP! But you love pancakes was her reply. I showed her that they were evil. The pancakes jumped up and told us that they had come to destroy our planet. They wanted to make every pancake evil. Mum and I looked at each other then we quickly put the pancakes on our plates, covered them in jam and ate them all up. Now there are no more evil pancakes…well not that we know of!
Mum flipped the pancake up but the dog jumped up and got it and the crowd
yelled HOWZAT but that was only from the TV in the background. Mum got SO angry
and yelled at the dog for a stealing the pancake but then she began to laugh. I thought that it was really funny too so Mum tried to do it again but the dog fell asleep because the pancake had made him tired. SO Mum walked off and left me with a plate of pabcakes. I got to put cocoa on my stack of pancakes and it was the best thing that I had ever tasted.
Imagine This by Mairead
It was the 32st of October. I was getting ready to go ‘trick or treating.’ I went outside. I walked slowly next door. I knocked. I said, ‘trick or treat?’ I received a handful of treats. I continued to go around the street, collecting lollies and scaring my neighbours. I was finally up to the last door. I knocked. The door opened. All of a sudden I felt very cold and all I could see were two red eyes glaring back at me. It suddenly flew up into the air. It was a ghost. It flew up and then away. I felt myself begin to rise up also. Would I ever live again? Now I am the ghost of halloween.
SMASH by Joe
As I was walking down the stairs, during the night, they were creaking loudly. ‘Smash!’ The window crashed and I raced back to my bed. As I lay down all I could see were two red eyes. I quickly grabbed my torch and as I shone it, I realised that it was just my cat. Misty my cat must have been the one that smashed the window as she had small pieces of glass on her back. I was very relieved when I found out because I didn’t want to be having nightmares. ‘Smash!’ A vase had just fallen. It must have been Misty again. No wait, Misty was with me…so who was it?
Midnight Morgan by Madeline
I was walking in an eerie forest. It was very dark and all I could see were two red eyes. As I walked on I realised that they were the haunting glowing eyes of bats. Legend had it, that in the heart of this mysterious forest, a gravestone sat, undisturbed. The mist rolled in around my feet, as I marched on towards the large metal gates. They were black and twisted and encouraged misery. I cautiously unlocked the squeaky gates. I found the small grave stone. It was rigid and cracked. It was 100 years old. On it was carved, ‘Morgan Misery 1880-1911. Died from his own misery.” A terrifying scream filled my ears. “Misery Misery!” It was the voice of the dead. I felt a sharp pain, heard a shriek and dropped onto the cold earth, until finally I was floating up on ghostly legs…..”I am the ghost of Morgan!”
Crackle! Pop! Sizzle! went the fire. The loud bats were flying above their heads, talking in a loud manner that noboby could understand. It was quite warm up there in the mountains. Everybody was camping under the shimmering stars.
There were many families there, all singing, and eating while the kids played in the forest. All of a sudden, the adults stopped. They could hear shrieks of laughter and cries from the young children, in the woods.
Then the temperature dropped suddenly as the bats fell to the ground, dead. Nobody spoke. They were all staring into the forest, waiting to see who or what would come out. Unfortunately the creature was too quick. The families were never seen again.
Soccer is a great game by Conor
The temperature dropped suddenly and the crowd went silent. The best player in the universe stood only 12 metres away from the goals and only 5 metres from the ball. The chilly temperature did not help the tension in the crowd but it did not seem to bother him at all. At this moment he was only a kick away from winning the tournament. He took a deep breath. He started running faster and faster and ….BOOM! The ball was flying through the air. It was a GOAL!!!
The crowd went crazy. The tournament was theirs. The team celebrated their new champion.
It was a hot summer’s night but I was getting shivers down my spine. I tossed and turned as I felt a cold breath of air across my shoulders. The temperature dropped suddenly as bright lightning bolts struck and loud thunder crashed. I was getting goosebumps from my head to my toes. I put my head under my pillow but the breathing was getting faster. My heart was pounding but then it stopped. I woke up and saw a spider scuttle across the floor. Had it all been a dream? But there it was again. The cold breath blew across my face.