Tag: Writing

LI: To vary our sentence lengths to create pace and impact

For this writing task my partner and I wrote a letter to Bruno’s Grandmother in first person, including simple sentences and compound sentences. For this letter to Grandma we talked about how the new house isn’t as good as the old one and how it was sad when he moved to this new sad boring house. For this letter to Grandma we wrote about how Bruno’s life changed into a boring, colourless house when he moved and at his old house, it was filled with warmth and happiness.

A simple sentence is a sentence that has 1 idea and its individual. A compound sentence is two sentences  joined by one of the FANBOYS (Acronym)  to make the sentence.

I enjoyed writing the letter in this task, something I found interesting was the difference between 10 year old writing to their Grandma.

The sun setting behind the jagged silhouette of hills. The moon was rising as the silver light spilled over the canopy, turning the leaves into shards of glass. The wind breezed through me as chills ran down my feathers. Tonight wasn’t any night, tonight was the night I adventure through the sky. One wish that I finally was about to accomplish. Every evening, as the shadows stretched long across the forest floor, I watched as my mother would stir, her feathers rustling like dry silk, before she launched herself into the abyss, I asked her “Am I ready to fly”? My mother whispered as I got the chills “Not yet but you will one day”. I remained behind, anchored into my nest, feeling like a stone at the bottom of a river as I watched others fly and play around. Not knowing how to fly was tough. The shift from the cozy center of the nest to the precipice was more than a few steps. It was a cold, terrifying night. As I crept toward the edge of the nest. The familiar world of tangled twigs and soft moss fell away. The ground below didn’t just look distant; it looked predatory. The grass floor, which seemed so soft from the safety of the nest, was now sharp greens and shadows, swirling in a dizzying depth. I summoned all my bravery and drew myself up closing my eyes, I took a leap of faith and flapped my majestic wings. Peeking through one eye, the terror turned into wonder. I wasn’t falling, I was flying in the air. The grass that had looked like a distant threat was now soft. I excitedly swoop through the tree trunks. I land back in my nest and I see my mother coming back. I told my mother about what I experienced and I asked her the last time “Am I ready to fly with you?”. My mother confidently replied “yes dear you may fly with me”.  The sun setting behind the jagged silhouette of hills. The moon was rising as the silver light spilled over the canopy, turning the leaves into shards of glass. The wind breezed through me as chills ran down my feathers. Tonight wasn’t any night, tonight was the night I adventure through the sky. One wish that I finally was about to accomplish.  Every evening, as the shadows stretched long across the forest floor, I watched as my mother would stir, her feathers rustling like dry silk, before she launched herself into the abyss, I asked her “Am I ready to fly”? My mother whispered as I got the chills “Not yet but you will one day”. I remained behind, anchored into my nest, feeling like a stone at the bottom of a river as I watched others fly and play around. Not knowing how to fly was tough. The shift from the cozy center of the nest to the precipice was more than a few steps. It was a cold, terrifying night. As I crept toward the edge of the nest. The familiar world of tangled twigs and soft moss fell away. The ground below didn’t just look distant; it looked predatory. The grass floor, which seemed so soft from the safety of the nest, was now sharp greens and shadows, swirling in a dizzying depth. I summoned all my bravery and drew myself up closing my eyes, I took a leap of faith and flapped my majestic wings. Peeking through one eye, the terror turned into wonder. I wasn’t falling, I was flying in the air. The grass that had looked like a distant threat was now soft. I excitedly swoop through the tree trunks. I land back in my nest and I see my mother coming back. I told my mother about what I experienced and I asked her the last time “Am I ready to fly with you?”. My mother confidently replied “yes dear you may fly with me”. 

LI: To write a description of life with the Frank Family in the annex in the 1942

The annex was quiet except for the creaky basic wooden floorboards that couldn’t keep silent. I was cramped inside my silent and secret hideout, while I was hiding my  religion was being persecuted therefore I hid with my family. During the time I always wrote in my diary about how I struggled with a big group of people in one small annex. Every time I was hiding I would be very frightened by sudden footsteps leading to the secret door. Every time that happened me and my family held our breaths and hoped that the person had left. The room had a dusty and rugged smell to it, making it unbearable with several people living in the same cramped place.

We are reading the book ‘Diary of Anne Frank’. Mrs Anderson created a Gemini Gem to prompt us to think more deeply about what life would have been like in the annex, what we felt and why we felt that way.

I enjoyed using the Gem because it helped me use better words and helps me get better ideas.