Writing: Purpose - Help readers to visualise

Spaghetti

By Layla

The limp spaghetti was slowly drowning in the Hellers paste. Brown mushrooms bobbed and simmered in the runny and oily sauce. Oh no I’ve been dreading this day for months. It’s always just been a threat spinning at the back of my mind, never a worry, up until now...there's only one word to explain it, yuck!

Dad had his fake smile on which looks real enough but his eyes ruined it. They winced at the sight of it plus his nose was quivering trying desperately to close themselves.

The smell got stronger and stronger as mum enter the room with the spaghetti dish. Mum served it out. But as Mum was serving my sister a miracle appeared. Her hand let go of the still full dish (this all happened in slow motion) down, down, down it fell on to the new carpet. Mum let out a shriek in raced the puppy, looks like a early dinner for him.

All of us well except Mum  had a gleam in our eyes, we were all thinking the same thing, TAKE AWAYS❤️

Cream Bun
By Aisha

It was that time of the crisp, cold season again I had just finished my winter choirs, and had quite a chill. I could smell mum's delicious classic, fresh batch. My mouth watered vigorously at the sight of it. Not wasting one minute I raced upstairs, my heart pounding as I did so. I couldn't hold it in not one more second. Then it flung out of me" MUM " " just give me a second" she replied angrily I flung into the hard, broud chair. A deep sorrow filled up my dull soul. I could only dream what wonders it would bring to me if I could only have one tiny bite. Wait one second maybe I can. I tip toed down the oak stairs quite as a mouse. My shaking hand reached out to grasp one of the creamy goodness. I pulled it to my mouth sighing I had never dissipated my mum but I had to it would be torture and I can't do that I was on a sugar low. Ok maybe not a sugar low but I crave sugar. I take my first bite. The mix of sweet and savoury was sensational. The strawberry jam full of delight mixes with the vanilla white cream the icing sugar just made it speechless the bun just brings it all together. But something soon ruined it " I thought I told you not to touch it" oh no she saw.

Spaghetti
By Andrew

Beep! Beep! Beep! The microwave goes off. I have my golden crispy toast already ready, I run over, grab the heat-proof bowl and dump the long red, orange, and cream shoelaces into my shiny white clean plate. The small shiny grey watties tin is nothing but metal now. As I put the stained bowl away, I realise the toast is gone…

As I search for my toast in this steaming pile of goodness, I contemplate how this fabulous food was made, how it will taste and… I found the now soggy toast. I bite in and slurp up the saucy strings into my mouth! Another bite, another one, and one final bite! I was about to grab my shiny silver fork I realised that i had made two pieces of toast, one of them was still in there!

Aunt Petunia's Spaghetti

By Meg

The hard oak door shook. Oh no! My aunt Petunia was here to cook a ghastly dinner. My body shook as my pale hand reached for the glass knob. I opened the door to see a tin of saucy noodles.

Time passed and there was a defining sing-a-song voice that filled the rotten house. There was a bubbling sound coming from the mushrooms that were slowly getting drowned in the deep, red sauce. As the pepper was getting ground into the thick, soupy mix, I smelt tomato sauce with basil and oregano. I shivered with disgust.

I was lying on my bed reading the new ‘Guy Williams’ magazine when the smell hit me. The acidic smell stung my eyes. I had to escape from this deadly disaster.

I ran faster than a wave could break the surface, trying to find air but the smell lurked around every crack in the grim house. I had to get out of the house before the sing-a-song voice called me for dinner.

“Ellie! Come for dinner!” The time had come. Would I confront up to my aunt and break her heart, or just go with it? I walked down the creaky staircase. The smell got stronger and stronger every step I took.  I pushed the door to see a table with bowls. In them was the yucky, gooey mess. Sitting down at the table, I picked up my cold, silver spoon and dipped it in the bowl. Then I cautiously brought it up to my mouth.

Argh! Next time, I will confront her.

Writing: Purpose - Inform others of how animals are used for human benefit

Elephant Tragedy in Thailand By Sophia

In 1900 there were 300,000 elephants in the wild and 100,000 in captivity, but now there are 2,000 elephants in the wild and 4,000 elephants in captivity but elephants in captivity aren’t living the best life at all!

While in captivity elephants are being abused for the Thailanders benefits and entertainment. Elephants go threw brutal and painful training everyday and hardly get any food or water and several weeks of brutal training can leave different mental disabilities and also physical disabilities.

Elephants get captured and thrown in captivity at the age of 6-8 months. Elephants try to fight back but only get a bullhook in the head. In Chiang Mai there is a rehabilitation center that rescues injured and endangered elephants.

To help the rehabilitation of these beautiful animals, visit http://www.elephantnaturepark.org/

Elephant Abuse
By Andrew

If elephants are Thailand's symbol animal then why are the killing them off? In the 1900’s in Thailand, there was 300,000 wild elephants and 100,000 captive. Now, there are less than 2,000 wild elephants and about 4,000 captive elephants. Sure that's a lot less captive elephants, but that's even less wild elephants! The question is…. What happens to all those captive elephants? Lets start from the beginning, the very beginning.

Baby elephants are taken straight from their mother for “training”. The training consists of brutal beating and open gashes. In videos and images you can see the Mahout *Ma-hoot* (person controlling the elephants) poking or stabbing the mighty mammals with anything from bamboo  sticks to bull hooks and even whips and chains! During training elephants are deprived from food and water for days and sometimes even weeks! Also their tusks are sold as ivory!

After training the elephants are taken to the streets to ride, beg, or even perform “cool tricks or stunts!”. One of the acts they will make the elephants perform is to paint a picture. The way the Mahout will get the elephant to perform this “trick” is that they will pinch the elephant's ear to get it to move its trunk up and down. Also if you see an elephant swinging its head around, that is a sign of mental or stress disorder. Another thing they will make the elephants do is illegal logging, which is when they make the elephants carry heavy logs up extremely steep hills in the blazing sun!

But you can help! By visiting elephant rescue centres, cruel Mahouts won't be able to endanger any more elephants! One elephant rescue and rehabilitation centre in Chiang Mai run entirely on donations! So, beg your parents (or teacher) to take you to Thailand, so you can save the elephants, not kill them!