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I dive into a small foxhole, rifle in one hand, bible in the other. But what is the use? Just from a small glance I see that God forsook this place long ago. The trench is caving, it’s rotted wood has fallen, revealing the bodies we dug into the trench. Revealing a stench of burntContinue reading “Year 8 Descriptive Writing”

Is it really glorious to die for your country? As we trudged through the sludge, we could hear the booming gunshots and explosions from up ahead. Tired and exhausted but determined to carry on. Cowering cautiously like ants, we followed each other. Left, right and centre you could see people dying but you could neverContinue reading “Year 8 War Poetry”

It’s the year 1939, Another world war has started. Is this a crime? As the guns began to fire, I was wishing for this all to expire, In the trench I was so deep, Wanting something warm to eat, I was hungry, angry, cold and sad, In these conditions could you really be glad? MostContinue reading

Smoke rises through the crooked tress as clouds prepare to bomb the area with a hail of rain; the sun is nowhere to be seen, covered by the ever-increasing amount smoke rising from the ground. Will.  They. Survive? Cautiously men walk through the war-torn forest expecting attack from any side. The sound of artillery isContinue reading

Descriptive writing based on Mametz Wood by Owen Sheers Bloodcurdling. Eerie. Chilling. As the bitter wind swept through the ominous forest, the emaciated trees oscillated at the rhythm of the marching swarm of young men, snaking their way through the deadly woods; the sound of their boots crushing the detritus below echoed all around them.Continue reading “Highly crafted pieces of descriptive writing”

Do you know if your account is safe, is mine? Some people are not what they seem, they’re cunning as foxes and some work as a team. Do you know who you’re talking to, do you know where they are from, do you know if they are scamming you from the minute you turn on?Continue reading “Poems inspired by Wilfred Owen’s Anthem for Doomed Youth from Ms Mather’s Year 8 class”

What do they gain for the risk they must take? Only the repeated applause of a few, Only the repeated thanks people make ; Waiting for a cure, for the breakthrough. But those who try to end the fear, Have to overcome their fright, To  make this plague disappear, With every ounce of their might. AndContinue reading “What Is our Reality?”

Violently waves rushed to the despairing beach; the war was coming to an end. One after another water splashed on the sand like bombs of war destroying all in their path. Vulnerable, the shoreline tried to retreat and protect itself, but a mighty wave incinerated them leaving nothing to chance.