Mrs Hargreaves’ Year 8 students have been writing about Echo and Narcissus.

Read some of their work here:

The beauty shines across the ripples of the water. The sun’s rays glittering across the transparent liquid. A pure beauty with no imperfections reflected on the water. An innocent, young face, brighter than all stars, more beautiful than a garden of flowers. More beautiful than any other. Enchanting is his gaze. Blue eyes glimmering, red lips haunting all those who pass

Here is another beautifully written paragraph:

His eyes are the first thing I notice. Hauntingly beautiful, a deep electric blue- that didn’t forgive nor take into account the mere actions of others. He was above them all. The sun’s bright rays skim the water, leaving glittering, glistening pockets of light to enchant his face. Perfect. Beautiful. I shouldn’t want someone this badly: but I did.

And a third:

From the water’s edge I leant forward to sip from the deep, blue pool and then I saw it. The most beautiful thing to walk the earth and the land of the Gods. Eyes shimmering turquoise, staring deeply into mine, as if searching for my soul. The creature’s complexion was perfect, not a mark upon its radiant face. Purer than anything I had ever seen before. Rosy lips, plump and smiling. It was as if whilst I was searching for the necessity of water, I had found another necessity, something that would complete me in ways I couldn’t understand and I had never known before. I reached for the creature and the clear water rippled away from me, as if the creature was shying away, the mirror-like surface cracked then instantaneously repaired. Nothing else mattered to me anymore, all I wanted was the stunning beauty who lay beneath the water, it was the first time I have longed for anything more than I longed for this now. No matter what I did, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. But I couldn’t have what I longed for. The creature remained out of reach in the iridescent water of the pool. I was the only one to face competition. Battling the water for my one true love whilst it’s beauty remained unrivalled. It was like something from a myth, and I wanted dearly to be able to dive down and save my one true love. Alas, I could not, the best I could do was stare right back into the perfection that was the creature in the pool. I grew hungry and cold but no longer cared, if I couldn’t have my love, then life wasn’t worth living. And so I lay, mesmerized by the magnificence.