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Congratulations to Harry Langham on his Academic Scholarship to Tonbridge! He achieved two A grades in his English scholarship and, as you can see from a sample of his work below, he is a very talented writer. All the boys who entered did very well in their English papers – well done to them all!

Dulwich continues to produce excellent English work and we are particularly proud of our creative work, some examples of which are below.

• Winderella
• The Deadly Urban Streets
• The New Friend
• Feelings
• Crossroads

Dress As a Literary Character Day 2010!

This will form part of Arts Week this October – watch this space for pictures of the event!

Winderella

By Natasha Pope 5f

(based on Cinderella)

"Winderella", screamed Totty, "where is that stupid girl?" Winderella scurried along the corridor and nearly hit the door which came flying open.
"Winderella, the front door".
Winderella scurried off in the other direction and opened the door.
"His Royal Highness is hosting a ball -- Oh, who are you?"
"I am Winderella. Totty and Velma's step-sister/maid."
"Well can you go and get them?"
At that moment Velma entered in a pink dressing gown and loads of hair rollers and demanded "What's all the fuss about?"
The messenger cleared his throat and said:
"His Royal Highness is hosting a Ball at the Palace to find his true love on Friday night at eight o'clock on the dot!"


"I don't want silk, I will freeze. I need satin, and for the record, frills are so yesterday" sneered Totty.
Another dress in the bin, thought Winderella.
Winderella went outside to throw yet another outfit into the bin, when she bumped into Velma.
"Winderella, Stop! I want that one. It's perfect."
"Which one?"
"What you're holding: t-shirt with a Shakira print, skinny jeans and a hoody and big black lacy boots."
OK, one down two to go, thought Winderella.

Now Winderella is an odd name, everyone agreed. She had been called that by everyone in the house for as long as she could remember. Why? She thought it must have been because one of her many, many jobs was to shut all the windows and shutters in the draughty house, and to close up the vents in the chimney's and the attic, to keep the wind out.

Finally Winderella had made 2 wonderful outfits for her step-sisters and they were ready to go to the. But she still hadn't made her own outfit and she was wondering if she actually would be able to go to the ball.

When the sisters left without her, Winderella went to her room and cried on her small bed.
"What are you crying about?"

Winderella jumped off the bed and asked,
"Who are you? Are you my fairy godmother? You were supposed to come an hour ago."
"I was having my nails done. Now, why are you not at the Ball?"
"I didn't have time to make my own clothes," sighed Winderella.
"Well, if you are desperate I can help."
The Fairy Godmother clicked her fingers and whispered, "Bibbardy bobbardy bird poo, put some frog spawn in there too." And like magic, her hamster, Nibbles, turned into a driver and her normal car turned into a stretch limo; her quad bike she got from her Dad turned into motorbike outriders, the four rats became policemen, her cat turned into her footman and best of all Winderella was suddenly dressed in an amazing silver sequinned shorts and a luminous yellow top, with green Converses and a pretty flower in her hair. The thing that stood out the most were cool shades with lines across them.
She was ready to go.

The driver slowed to a halt outside the front of the Palace. Her footman came and opened the car door for her. She made her way through the gathering outside the door and all the paparazzi turned to take pictures of her!

When she went inside all heads immediately turned towards her. The music started and they played all her favourite songs. The Prince asked her to dance to the dismay of her sisters and every other girl there. No one recognised who she was. And of course she danced with him all night, right up until midnight. When suddenly she found her flower had disappeared. Then one by one, her sequins disappeared. She realised she had to go home. NOW! Winderella excused herself and rushed outside. She pushed the driver out of the limo and sped home, forgetting her sunglasses.

The Prince who had followed her out of the palace, found her sunglasses and announced:
"I must find this girl, and when I do I will marry her."
So the Prince went all over the land until he arrived at Winderella's house. Velma peeped through the letterbox and saw the Prince knocking on the door. She nodded at Totty, and Totty locked Winderella in the wine cellar.

Totty and Velma did a deep, deep curtsey and welcomed the Prince. He tried the shades on them but they didn't suit them at all. Luckily, Winderella had the keys to every door in the house. So she escaped just in time to see the girls being put on to the 'No' List.
"Excuse me, may I try them on?"
The shades fitted her perfectly and matched her lovely face.
Soon they were married and had a big white wedding with loads of flowers. For their honeymoon they went to hot Barbados (and lived happily ever after).

THE DEADLY URBAN STREETS

The traffic lights went from red to green:

The car swung round the dark city corner and

Swiftly our smiles were wiped from our faces.

Around the bend the man had met his end.

He was lying on the road, cold, pale, dead.

His face was of chalk, dust and of powder.

His hair was a mess like a bunch of straw.

His clothes were tattered, ripped almost ruined;

But no-one was there to wish him goodbye.

His face was white-blue, his body stone-cold.

There was no blood, no gore, no shocking scene.

At that we left, but that glance was enough

To trigger my mind into thought so deep,

So meaningful, so killingly horrid.

Phoebe Davies 7R

A New Friend

Freddie is such a moronic hypocrite, Harry thought, as he shuffled away from the other boys. Freddie had just got Harry into detention for eating sweets in school, even though Freddie had a whole pack of wine gums in his bag. When he had tried to tell on Freddie, Freddie’s friends had stopped him, and not without a little force.

Harry shuffled along the corridor, glaring at the floor with a face that could have stopped a rhino’s charge, hoping that if he glared hard enough, it would open up and swallow him. The walk to detention seemed to last forever; Harry never looked at Mr Sullings, afraid that he might find that rude.

Harry had only been in detention once, and that was two years ago. He hated detention so much, to Harry it seemed like a complete waste of time; instead of sitting drifting into the realms of his thoughts, he could have been building something or playing football. He might have well been hibernating, he almost was! The room was completely white, with three very plain desks arranged in a linear formation. There was no furniture in the room, only a loud clock, which was unthinkably dull. The rhythmic clicking that the clock made was mesmerising, making time seem slower, making a kind of endless tune, which you could not escape from.

After a seemingly endless period of time, Harry was called out, for a few seconds. He was confused, he had forgotten that there was anything other than the room, with its endless ticking. Suddenly, Harry was overwhelmed with a feeling of relief that he was finally free, from the colourless world of detention. As Harry walked away from the room, he could still hear the clicking, as if it was following him around. His head was consumed by an absolute dullness that would not go away.

The next day as Harry wandered half-heartedly down the corridor, he bumped into Fred, who was looking around with nervous guilt (which is quite a hard thing to do). Fred (who had obviously not seen Harry there) jumped back in surprise; his face suddenly became serious as he realised it was Harry.

“’Oh, I’m so sorry about yesterday! I didn’t mean to get you into detention, I realised that I had made a terrible mistake as soon I did it!” Fred blurted.

“Go away, you hypocrite!” yelled Harry. “You knew that I would be put in detention!”

“I’m really sorry you got into trouble,” he whined. “Is there any way in which I can help you?”

“Yes, you can go away!” Harry barked.

“Okay,” said Fred, walking away with his head bowed.

As Harry was getting his stuff ready, a realisation hit him: “that moronic freak never apologises to people, so what’s he doing whining about how he didn’t mean to?” then Harry suddenly realised that he was late for history, and quickly rushed to the lesson.

At break Harry was talking to his friends, when his conversation was suddenly interrupted, by Fred poking him in the back. Harry turn around to face Fred with a dagger like glare (which could have not only stopped a rhinoceros’s charge, but could also then have killed the rhinoceros).

“Err....... sorry about........that,” Fred stuttered, cowering back.

“What is it?” Harry growled.

“Err.....well.....I would kind of like to apologise again for.......err....... getting you into trouble,” Fred whimpered.

“Fine I’ll forgive you, if you would just stop whining your head off about how you’re so sorry!” Harry snapped. There was an awkward silence which seemed to last forever to Harry, and then Fred smiled and offered Harry a wine gum. Harry was filled with relief that the tension between him and Fred was over.

At second break, Harry spotted Fred skilfully juggling some pencils, in the middle of a ring of children. Harry strolled over to watch, but Fred dropped one as Harry approached him.

“Hi, Harry.” Fred said.

“Hi.” Harry replied “I never knew that you could do that.” Then both of them smiled at each other, and strolled over to a football match!

Tom Proto 7S

Crossroads

A sudden choice;

Four diverse routes

Lead to a new life,

Holding unknown qualities.

We have great hopes of the new roads

And all that they bring,

But these expectations

Are only planned resentments.

So choice creates regret,

Regret that churns like a demon

The fatigued minds

Of the wheelchair-bound elderly.

Live in the moment.

Don’t ponder what might have been

Or you will miss what could still be,

For life is full of crossroads

Harry Langham 8P

Melody Bishop 7M The Demon In The Forest  

Mistflash sighed miserably. She could hear the angry spitting and snarling of her brothers and sisters, Mother was trying to keep calm but, as usual, her temper was growing rapidly; this was one of the bad qualities Mother had. Mistflash knew what she had done was naughty, but she was only playing so it couldn’t have been that bad, could it? She knew her family was hungry and ever since the two- legged-giants had come, prey had been scarce, but she had been having so much fun that she hadn’t heard the prey, or smelt it. Suddenly, a huge grey cloud floated over the moon, completely covering its comforting glow. Great, now even the moon didn’t want to look at her.

Mistflash, come here at once! Mother’s angry bark rang through the forest.

Why are you calling her back here mother? What do you want with her? How badly are you going to punish her exactly? Will you send her away forever? Mistflash’s siblings were still squabbling about what was to become of her this time.

Slowly, Mistflash loped back to the Den to receive the verdict. The trees that were usually friendly looking now seemed to be turning away from her. Eventually, Mistflash arrived at the Den, to see the vehement faces of her family staring at her. Mother stood in front of her sibling as if to protect them from her daughter, the menace. Mistflash knew that she was Mother’s least favourite child. Mistflash had been captured, a new born wolf cub, shortly after Father was killed. Mother had been too weak and tired to protect her. When Mistflash escaped and returned to her family, several summers later, her family had treated her as an outcast, a threat.

Mistflash, look at me. I am absolutely furious at wh- Boom! A soul shattering explosion nearby caused birds to flee and trees to scream. Panic overwhelmed her family and a frightening scream of utter pain came from Mother’s lips. Blood gushed from a huge gaping hole in her leg.

Get back! We’ll handle this! Run away like the coward you are! Her eldest brother, Bloodwarrior yelled in her face.

For once in her life, Mistflash obeyed without a second thought. The forest became a blur as she dashed past the Den to the river. She could hear her brothers attacking the hunter. Luckily, there was only one, but Mistflash didn’t know that. When Mistflash couldn’t hear the ripping of flesh and the snarling of her brothers any more, she finally stopped and collapsed in a heap on the grassy ground and slept.

Mistflash woke up the next day, the sky was a dismal grey and the birds were almost silent. After much thought, Mistflash started to trot back to the Den, if there was any Den left. Or any family. She thought worryingly, Mistflash started to run at full speed back to the Den and she was almost there when she stopped involuntarily.

Mistflash couldn’t smell anything or see anything or hear anything out of the ordinary, so she was just about to carry on when a strange voice started to whisper to her.

Mistflash, great wolf, listen to me now. Bring the herbs your are sitting near to, they will heal your Mother’s wound. Tell your siblings that the Almighty Voice Of All has told you this, they will do what you say. Follow your soul and I will guide you, hurry now, your mother’s life is in grave danger. The bad soul in your family has been released, if you don’t hurry, your families bodies won’t cope with the shock! I trust you, now go! The voice commanded.

What? yelped Mistflash in surprise. But nothing happened so Mistflash did what the voice had commanded quickly. Mistflash reached the Den where she found, to her surprise, her siblings waiting for her.

The Almighty Voice Of All told us what you have to do, hurry! Save us all! Her sister, Starfinder, urged nervously.

Mistflash bounded up to Mother. She smelt all wrong, like prey. Mistflash rubbed the herbs on Mother’s wound and slowly but surely, Mother began to awaken. A whooshing sound surrounded her family and her siblings sighed happily.

Thank you, Mistflash. We appreciate that you have done this great deed for us. We are free now, are souls are at peace. Her siblings murmured, sounding embarrassed.

Before Mistflash could reply, Mother interrupted her.

Thank you, for everything. I will be kind to you now. The demon has gone finally. That is how your father died, he was trying to protect us. His soul can be happy now. Thank you.

Mistflash smiled. Life was going to get better. She still couldn’t believe her family had actually said thank you to her! Oh well. The family were content at last, the forest relaxed around them, filling them with a fresh feeling of a Spring morning. The sun came out and shone all around. The spirit was gone and so was the bad life before. There came a new life, a new morning.