Writer of the week

Another week has flown by, and this week’s winner of Writer of the Week is an excellent role model to the rest of us as we continue to develop our blogging skills.

Phillip has shown real care and thought when he has been commenting on the posts of others; he gives his opinion, points out what he likes and usually adds a question or personal comment as well.

If you’re not sure how to comment successfully, then look out for Phillip!

Writer of the week – Rene

Rene is our most recent winner of the Writer of the Week award. All of the children were invited to write a story based on the Birthday Boy animation which was found via The Literacy Shed.

As you can see below, Rene’s use of language is simply brilliant. She even had Mrs Churchill welling up with the emotion she conjured! See what you think. You can also watch the video below.

Birthday Boy by Rene

Crisp winds lash my face, the distant sun, partially visible through the sauntering clouds. I roughly tuck my fraying scarf under my thick winter coat, as a burst of wind whips spitefully at my back. I can hear the gunshots at night ; each bullet like a jet black diamond dancing in the sky, it’s glossy coat shimmering in the silver moonlight.

 I like to watch the fighting. Thought it should scare me it doesn’t; it makes me proud to think that my father’s out there and that he’s thinking of me.I see the grey glint of dawn rise from the horizen.

I dawdle onward, thinking of how proud I’ll be when father comes home, thinking how he will hold me above his head and ask “Have you been looking after the family?” and how I’ll nod shyly. Thinking this made me happy, though I had never stopped to think that maybe I think like this to cover up some deeper feeling of grief or fear. Maybe I think like this to deny the truth.I think about that for a moment, before dawdling on ward’s less confidently.

 I stop abruptly. In front of me lay rusting train tracks, the steel bar spread looslely in place.

 I sat up for a moment as the sound slowly crescendoed into an earth-quaking, violent, rumbling sound. I stared into the distance and out of the horizon a navy green train came hurtling towards me, its high pitched whistle ringing wildly. As silver smoke spun excitedly out of its top, an ominous melody called and mesmerised me.


Birthday Boy 2004 (Animation) from jugglerksk on Vimeo.

Writer of the week

I’m writer of the week and this is my writing.


Since i was a little boy i had lived in this house for years and year.

When i was 6 i had a little walk,when i arrived back,my house was on fire.After that my eyes were about to be full up with tears . Suddenly tears came out poring down like a drop of rain down my skin. Next i remembered my parents were in there.