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Mystery writing.
We did mystery writing and our group won.

Group:Joseph,P.j,Ella

Illusions It was Tuesday 22 of July, 1995.

I was so happy we were almost home. I looked out of the helicopter window beside me, seeing all the smoke and fire underneath the chopper, I new we had won.

As I sat in the helicopter, I realised I had a very sore back and cramp in my legs. All of a sudden, I heard the pilot yell “Mayday, Mayday, were going down”. The alert button next to me was flashing red, and knew it wasn’t good sign. The chopper was going out of control as it shook furiously. It seemed like an anchor was grabbing hold of the helicopter and jerking it towards the ground.

I woke up. I was only inhaling the smoke from the burning petrol, as I breathed heavily. I rolled onto my side seeing the wreckage falling apart. Beside me, I spotted my friend Simmons lying with his head against the sand. As I looked at his face I saw blood trickling from mouth, and that was when I knew he was dead. His pale white skin and his lifeless body brought tears to my eyes as I walked away from his limp corpse.

Everyone around me was dead apart from the pilot who I found moaning with a broken neck in the remains of the crash. I tried all I could to help him but as the flames grew bigger, I knew he wouldn’t stand a chance. I felt rotten about leaving him but I knew I had to get out of here. I ran as fast as I could away from the destroyed chopper, trying to forget what had just happened. The big explosion behind me made me trip over and land face first into the sand. I picked myself up and kept running.

The only thing I could see was the sand dunes all around me, Making me feel drowsy. “Oh man, how am I gonna get out of this one” I said out loud,but then in the distance something shiny caught my eye. As it got closer I began to see it more clearly. The greens and yellows were making a vibrant rainbow, then I began to think. A bird? Whats a bird doing all the way out here? The bird then dropped something on my head. It must have been the shiny object that I saw earlier. It was a spoon. My head was throbbing so hard I didn’t realise how strange it was for a bird to be flying with a spoon in it’s talons.

I was exhausted. The scorching hot sun brought pain to back as though I had just been shot. Luckily I had my backpack with me, but it carried less than I needed. It contained two bottles of water both half empty, a compass full of sand and various bolts just in case the chopper broke down, but I didn’t need them any more so I dropped them in the sand and kept going.

I saw various mirages as I trudged, but as I ran up to them, I found that they were just fragments of my imagination. The sun was getting to my head, and maybe that’s where the budgies came from.

“Oh no I’m gonna die out here with no water”, I complained to myself, but as I wiped the tears of my nose, I saw something else in the distance. This time I was convinced it was real and not an illusion. As I ran up to it, it was almost like a dream come true. A big pool of sparkling water filled my vision as I jumped in. I was happy to have the shade of the oasis trees, but even more cheerful about the water. I filled both my drink bottles up to the brim, but then felt a sudden dizziness that made me drop to knees. As i did I spotted these amazing looking mushrooms on a near by tree trunk. I reached out to grab them and then got an enormous fright. Something yelled “ Hey, Don’t you put your dirty hands on me”. I realised it was the mushrooms talking. “ What greatness. Talking mushrooms.”I said as I grabbed them and scoffed them down.

I decided to leave the oasis, and try and find some civilization. As I though I saw a building in the distance, I started to sprint towards it. While doing it, I tripped hard and smacked my head on a rock.

As my eyes began to open, all I could see was the blank walls around me. A man in completely white clothing strolled through the door. He peered down at me and said “ You have been through quite a lot so we are going to keep you here for a while.” “No!” I objected. “ There were birds and spoons and. and mushrooms...”I muttered. “ There there. You have been through quite a lot for one life time and I think you will need to stay here with us at the National Mental hospital.” Oh know. I think the illusions have taken over.

Fractured story.
For our fractured story we got in two a group of two and made a fractured story then when we have all finished it we got into another group too check the story out. The Story Swap

 Once upon a time, there was a starving fox and a starving wolf and a starving troll. They hate their own fairy tale so they all decided to swap fairy tales. The troll went in the Gingerbread Man’s story, the wolf went in the Three Billy Goats Gruff’s story and the fox went in the Little Red Riding Hood.

 At the three Billy Goats Gruff Story, the wolf hid under the bridge, waiting for the billy goats. Along come the billy goats, trip…trop…trip…trop. “GET OUT OF MY BRIDGE!” shouted the wolf. “Who are you? your not the troll” said a boy with a cow. “I’m just crossing this bridge so I can sell this cow, I’m really poor” said the boy. “My name is Jack by the way” “Have you seen the three billy goats?” asked the wolf? “The billy goats are other there at the other side of the bridge, you missed them half an hour ago” explained Jack. “I MISSED, NOO” screamed the wolf. All of a sudden, the wolf slid into the rushing water. He kept going and going and going, he spotted the troll waiting by the river for the gingerbread man. Seconds later he saw a huge waterfall ahead. He screamed then went bye bye.

 At the Gingerbread’s Man’s story, the troll waited by the river for the gingerbread man. Along came the gingerbread man. He screamed when he saw the troll and ran away. He ran really fast, so fast the troll can’t catch up to him. He ran through a tree full of sap, ran trough rotten logs, ran through a chickens coop and a bushy bush and he was covered in feathers, leaves, and bark. People call him the ugly chicken troll. The gingerbread man came back and laughed at him but he got eaten by a hungry chicken anyway.

 At the Little Red Riding Story, the fox hid behind a bush following a little girl. “Hello, whats your name?” asked the fox. “My name is little red riding hood” responded the the girl. “I’m going to grandma’s place, see ya” said little red. But the fox knows a short cut. At grandma’s place, the fox walked in and found a group of hunters with loaded rifles. The fox scream so hard he gave away his position. The hunters turn and ran after him. He ran as fast as he can. Then he saw a cliff up ahead, he fell down the cliff but saw the first sign of life, pillows! Just before he hit the ground, a jumbo jet came along and hit the fox and he flew all the way to Mexico.

 The End

Samantha- Some parts of the story don’t really make sense and there are some spelling mistakes. It sound like a cool fractured fairytale. Some parts were kind or confusing.

 ttawhai I think that the story was okay but there was some spelling mistakes other than that it was okay.

This is a wanted poster of Ben Hall. We did this because we were doing activities of a poem that was made about him.



