Emily strode down the street. She was going to get it this time for sure. She climbed into the elevator, feeling it shudder in anticipation, and she pressed the top button. It heaved itself up the shaft. Emily turned down a long corridor and opened the door marked Dragons Den. Half an hour later she was despairing: that’s seven wrecked interviews. As she stomped home a man in a black cloak came up to her. “Wanna buy a ticket to heaven?” She bought the ticket and looked at the prize line, it read £4,000,000. Delighted she went home, skipping with joy
How easily and cleverly can I write just now! I am really pleased with myself; words come skipping to me like lambs upon Moffat Hill. I can write 2A’s, D.I.C’s and similes, words just whirl around us like a hurricane. People don’t realize that writing can be anything, you can use your imagination, you can swap words around, trade them for other words and buy even more words. As long as you put all your imagination into writing, it’ll always be the best piece of writing ever! Words will skip all around us. And all around the whole world.
Once upon a time there was a land named Skipping-land. Here people skipped believe it or not! Instead of walking, they would skip. They grew skipping ropes, they made them, they even ate them! One day, someone decided they had had enough of skipping, and then they forgot and carried on, and another person decided they had had enough of skipping, and then they forgot and carried on. And one day…..and on and on they skipped!
“Hey!” I said spotting my BFF.
“Oh,hi,” she said in surprise.
“what are you doing ?”I asked.
“Nothing,” she said looking nervous. “What are you doing?”
“Just enjoying my day off school,” I said grinning. “Do you have a day off school as well?”
“No,” she said looking around like she thought the sky was going to fall.
“OMG, don’t tell me you are skipping school!” I said.
“Shhhhhhhh!” she exclaimed while putting her hand over my mouth.
“Geez calm down , I won’t tell , promise,” I whispered while moving her hand
“I have to go,” she said and ran away.
Skipping, skipping, skipping down the road
Skipping on a passing toad!
Skipping, skipping, skipping on the screaming baby
Skipping on a feeble old lady!
Skipping, skipping, skipping up a wall.
How can you do that? Say the people in the hall!
“Go away,” you say.
“No.”
“Oh.”
Skipping, skipping, skipping on the teacher’s head
Skipping, skipping, skipping on a boy called Jed
“Stop skipping on me,” says Jed.
“Sorry” you say, “am I getting carried away?”
Skipping, skipping, skipping in front of Jed…
“Hay!” says Jed, “stop picking on me!”
Skipping, skipping, skipping nowhere near Jed
Skipping in your bed!
I was skipping outside the gates of Eleanor Palmer School. I was trying to skip while running, and finally I did it. I was so happy. In fact I was so happy I skipped so much I went past Ollie’s house, past Bennie’s, and finally came to a halt… I realised that I had skipped so far from where I started I even managed to get past where my class used to go swimming! So guess what I did? I skipped all the way back home!
The End
I was sitting on my sofa reading when I heard slapping noises outside. Feeling curiously, I stepped on my balcony to see what was going on.
It was a group of young people having a skipping race. I watched in awe as they skipped. They moved swiftly and gracefully as if the rope didn’t slow them down at all. Their faces were sticky with sweat and showed full concentration. Nevertheless, they giggled and laughed. I could see they enjoyed the race.
Soon they were out of sight. I was so inspired that I took out my rope and started skipping.
I stumbled in through the door. I’d had the most boring day ever! I spent the whole morning sitting in a room that smelt like disinfectant, listening to an old man drone on about bricks! I thought to myself some TV might help me relax. So I turned on the telly, then switched it to my favourite channel. It’s called TV4U. There was an ad playing. “Buy a brick from the Brick House, 50% off!”
I tried to change the channel, but it didn’t work! I tried to skip the ad, but it said, “This is live.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO,” I cried.
I came back from school to see a cat skipping in the kitchen. He could do all sorts of tricks including the pretzel , river dance and cross overs. I knew mum and dad didn’t like cats so I tried to get him out. But I couldn’t, he might whip me with the rope whilst he was skipping. So I said ” please leave the kitchen!”
To my surprise he said “NO”.
So I said ” OH, right, ur, my mum and dad don’t like cats in the kitchen, they might hit you with a broom, so skedaddle”. He ran.
Emily strode down the street. She was going to get it this time for sure. She climbed into the elevator, feeling it shudder in anticipation, and she pressed the top button. It heaved itself up the shaft. Emily turned down a long corridor and opened the door marked Dragons Den. Half an hour later she was despairing: that’s seven wrecked interviews. As she stomped home a man in a black cloak came up to her. “Wanna buy a ticket to heaven?” She bought the ticket and looked at the prize line, it read £4,000,000. Delighted she went home, skipping with joy
How easily and cleverly can I write just now! I am really pleased with myself; words come skipping to me like lambs upon Moffat Hill. I can write 2A’s, D.I.C’s and similes, words just whirl around us like a hurricane. People don’t realize that writing can be anything, you can use your imagination, you can swap words around, trade them for other words and buy even more words. As long as you put all your imagination into writing, it’ll always be the best piece of writing ever! Words will skip all around us. And all around the whole world.
Once upon a time there was a land named Skipping-land. Here people skipped believe it or not! Instead of walking, they would skip. They grew skipping ropes, they made them, they even ate them! One day, someone decided they had had enough of skipping, and then they forgot and carried on, and another person decided they had had enough of skipping, and then they forgot and carried on. And one day…..and on and on they skipped!
“Hey!” I said spotting my BFF.
“Oh,hi,” she said in surprise.
“what are you doing ?”I asked.
“Nothing,” she said looking nervous. “What are you doing?”
“Just enjoying my day off school,” I said grinning. “Do you have a day off school as well?”
“No,” she said looking around like she thought the sky was going to fall.
“OMG, don’t tell me you are skipping school!” I said.
“Shhhhhhhh!” she exclaimed while putting her hand over my mouth.
“Geez calm down , I won’t tell , promise,” I whispered while moving her hand
“I have to go,” she said and ran away.
Skipping, skipping, skipping down the road
Skipping on a passing toad!
Skipping, skipping, skipping on the screaming baby
Skipping on a feeble old lady!
Skipping, skipping, skipping up a wall.
How can you do that? Say the people in the hall!
“Go away,” you say.
“No.”
“Oh.”
Skipping, skipping, skipping on the teacher’s head
Skipping, skipping, skipping on a boy called Jed
“Stop skipping on me,” says Jed.
“Sorry” you say, “am I getting carried away?”
Skipping, skipping, skipping in front of Jed…
“Hay!” says Jed, “stop picking on me!”
Skipping, skipping, skipping nowhere near Jed
Skipping in your bed!
Very funny Arthur!! 🙂
I was skipping outside the gates of Eleanor Palmer School. I was trying to skip while running, and finally I did it. I was so happy. In fact I was so happy I skipped so much I went past Ollie’s house, past Bennie’s, and finally came to a halt… I realised that I had skipped so far from where I started I even managed to get past where my class used to go swimming! So guess what I did? I skipped all the way back home!
The End
I was sitting on my sofa reading when I heard slapping noises outside. Feeling curiously, I stepped on my balcony to see what was going on.
It was a group of young people having a skipping race. I watched in awe as they skipped. They moved swiftly and gracefully as if the rope didn’t slow them down at all. Their faces were sticky with sweat and showed full concentration. Nevertheless, they giggled and laughed. I could see they enjoyed the race.
Soon they were out of sight. I was so inspired that I took out my rope and started skipping.
I stumbled in through the door. I’d had the most boring day ever! I spent the whole morning sitting in a room that smelt like disinfectant, listening to an old man drone on about bricks! I thought to myself some TV might help me relax. So I turned on the telly, then switched it to my favourite channel. It’s called TV4U. There was an ad playing. “Buy a brick from the Brick House, 50% off!”
I tried to change the channel, but it didn’t work! I tried to skip the ad, but it said, “This is live.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO,” I cried.
I came back from school to see a cat skipping in the kitchen. He could do all sorts of tricks including the pretzel , river dance and cross overs. I knew mum and dad didn’t like cats so I tried to get him out. But I couldn’t, he might whip me with the rope whilst he was skipping. So I said ” please leave the kitchen!”
To my surprise he said “NO”.
So I said ” OH, right, ur, my mum and dad don’t like cats in the kitchen, they might hit you with a broom, so skedaddle”. He ran.