Monday, 26 May 2014

If only...

If I was a magician, what would I do?
I would create lots of animals, and a painting or two.
I would wave my wand, and everything would be alright.
I would create a cure for cancer, to win that fight.
I would fly really high, up to the sky.
I would create lots of money, to buy a new house
And maybe even whisk up a pet mouse.
I would create happiness, that would destroy all negativity.
And last of all, I would create a food city!

If only...

Tuesday, 20 May 2014

LI: To write a memoir, (personal experience) about a camp experience, (5-10 min episode), using snapshots, thought shots, and exploding the moment (show not tell).

Abseiling

My heart skips a beat as I take a glance down. My hands feel clammy, and even the views of the lake, the chirps of various of birds, the friendly smell of damp bush, plus the supportive cheers of friends don’t take my mind off what I am about to do. A few minutes ago I was all ready to go, thinking it was going to be great, but when you're actually standing on the edge of the cliff you don’t feel as enthusiastic as before.

“I’m ready” I say, adjusting my hands on the rope. I swallow my fears and slowly lean back, letting inch by inch. Once I’m in a near horizontal position, the instructor tells me to start descending down the cliffside. I slowly move my feet, watching as loose gravel showers down to the bottom. Suddenly, I can’t see the instructor anymore. Then I realize. I’d just gone over a side of a cliff, abseiling! From then on down, my adrenaline starts flowing, and I’m not even a teeny bit scared any more! I climb down like a monkey, swinging around like a lunatic. I even try bouncing off the cliff a few times. Then I pause and look out at the view. It is simply stunning! As far as the eye can see, a beautiful lake shimmers and moves, as ripples dance on its surface. The sky is dark blue, and mini clouds seem to float. Reluctantly, I move my eyes away from the breathtaking sight and concentrate on getting down, so that someone else can have a turn. I slow down a little, because the end is looming up, and I want to enjoy it.

As I abseil down the last little bit of the cliff, and my feet touch the ground, I feel a tinge of forget that it’s all over. Looking up at the cliff, I feel really proud of what I’ve achieved. At the start I was quite nervous, but now I wish I could do it over and over again!

By Casey

Sunday, 18 May 2014

Christchurch earthquake, Methven

The quaking comes suddenly. One minute I am lying peacefully on my bed, trying to sleep, the next I'm being thrown around like a rag doll. My bed feels like an out of control massage chair, jumping up and down like a bull at a rodeo. I attempt to stand up, but do it unsuccessfully. My next try is successful, and I shakily make my way to the doorway. Mum meets me there and we stumble around like drunks, aiming for the safety of her big warm bed. We reach it and lie down, watching as the ground continues to quake, and listen to the everlasting noise. It sounds like a train coming straight towards us, a deep rumbling noise that seems to grow louder and louder. I watch the corner of the room, half expecting a train to come and crash into us. Finally, the earthquake stops, and the night is still.

Monday, 12 May 2014

Did you know?


*Did you know that I was in the Christchurch earthquake.
*I can do a 180 back-flip.
*I had a pet kangaroo
*I am half Australian. 
*I am the oldest sibling.
*My favorite food is fish pie.
*I have a dog and a cat.
*I do BMX.
*I LOVE climbing trees
*My dad lives in Australia.

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

My clammy hands unconsciously tighten their grip as I pull my blanket over my head. I tuck my knees up too my chest, feeling the fast rhythmic beats of my pounding heart. My skin is covered in goosebumps like thousands of miniature hills.


They chase me down a long corridor, my evil year two teacher leading. Suddenly my eyes notice a door, so I open it up, and go inside thinking it would be an exit to this house full of never ending tunnels. The light is dim, so I grope around clumsily. Then I realize, this was not an exit, it was a dungeon. I turn and sprint towards the door, and run straight into my pursuer. “Any last words?”


Then I wake.
How I hate nightmares.