We are delighted to be able to share with you some examples of our Year 8 pupils’ creative writing. Year 8 have been developing their understanding and use of literary techniques. The extracts below taken from short stories about memories showcase excellent work from some of our students.

Well done Year 8!

It was a crisp winter day and I was on my bike trying to catch up to my brother. We were on the wooden walkway in the sand dunes of Benone Beach. I can vividly remember the cold tickling my cheeks which were covered with a pink snood. My hands tightly gripped onto my bike’s handles, which had sparkly strings coming out of them. I could feel the bumps of the wood through my bike while going over small hills. I could hear the wind rushing past my ears with the distant sound of the sea behind me. The birds, especially the seagulls, were squeaking their call for all to hear. It was like listening to a seashell.

      Eden-Faith 8W

 

It is a warm sunny day on the coast of Portrush but all is not so calm. 

Violent crashing and splashing is heard from the water. Waves as big as mountains rise up to the sky, smashing like thunder. I step out of the car and all this commotion and I think to myself this is going to be a good day.

    Caden 8z

 

My fingers running along the bark of the trees feeling my way through all its grooves and imperfections.

Then I spot the wildflowers so beautiful. Perfect and dainty plants, slightly swaying in the wind so peaceful. I could smell them, a light perfumed smell. Running along a path I suddenly smell something strange. It smells like garlic. I remember grimacing in disgust, then my Granda said “that’s what you call wild garlic”.

     Scarlett 8v

 

I can still remember that caravan so well. I remember the seat covers, the bunk bed, the awning and that weirdly loud toilet. I loved the smell of my grannies room spray roaming around the air. Lying in bed with my cousin listening to the pigeons cooing, was so comforting. Every night we would watch Fantastic Mr Fox huddled together on the sofas. In the daytime we would go to the beach. I remember walking along the golden sand watching the sunset and writing our name in the sand. 

     Sophie 8z

 

When I think of Drumrane Primary School, a certain event comes to mind. “Drumrane’s Got Talent” is the school’s talent contest at the end of every school year. Teachers and pupils attend and it is held in the school hall. Any pupil who wants to display their talent could enter while others just watched.

The instrument I chose to bring was my “Little Tikes” xylophone. I performed my own rendition!! As everyone settled down, I was standing on the stage and could feel my hands sweating (they were soaking!) but I felt happy as I start playing the xylophone. I had to be careful not to hit anyone on the head with it as I feared they may get percussion. I thought I was the best ever musician in the show. When I finished I took a bow and was out of breath. I thought I was the star of the show. The audience stood up and cheered… VERY LOUDLY. I mean very. It was like a scene out of a movie. Even though I was playing horribly as I was thumping with all my might the audience loved it. It left a bad taste in the mouth of the older pupils who had been practising for weeks and didn’t get such an applause.

      Isaac 8V

 

Me and my mother would always go daisy picking, but there was something different about this time. We were on the grass area of the rugby pitch, every inch of it was covered in daisies. I stared out at the stretch of dew-covered grass, while gently pulling off the cream petals of a daisy. My mother was cautiously tying the fragile stems of daisies.

I’ll always remember the blissfulness of that evening, how I felt nothing but calm, and how I felt at peace with myself. I could taste the coldness of the air and could smell the freshly cut grass on the verges.

      Cara 8V

 

The forest was dark and the leaves rustled in the breezes. The path was coarse and our feet soon grew sore. We didn’t notice though; we were so heavily amused by everything else. It was considerably windy, though our heads were shaded by the big, dark spruce trees.

     Vivian 8V

 

I used to love sticking my head out the dog door. I can remember hanging over, seeing the deep black concrete below with strands of moss sticking out of vast deep holes. Hearing the flapping of the door and deep breathing of our silky chocolate Labrador, wagging his tail, him licking constantly his wet slabbery tongue all over me. I’m screaming and laughing and give up to go inside and start to play with him, the damp smell of his hair. His deep and majestic brown eyes then I stick my head back out and see the bright blue sky above me white fluffy clouds like cotton candy.

     Niall 8Z