Fabulous Students at Russley School Music Night

Such talented performers.

The Storm

The sky is clear
yet animals are hasty
to reach shelter
from the incoming storm


Light and heat subside
overridden by the clouds
that bring forth the rage
of the incoming storm


Thunderous rain
and lightning bright
are symptoms the sky has taken
from the illness of the storm


Claps of thunder
boast and gloat
with the roar of the lion
as continues the storm


The worst hath past
clouds roll away
as abruptly as they came
as begin to subside doth the storm


The sky is clear
and from the hidden homes
return the animals
as endeth the storm.

If your star sign is Scorpio...

Scorpio

Be wary of those around you today. Do not let the arrows of betrayal and harsh feelings penetrate your shell. Disaster may await, you may have to veer to the side of your typical routine. Wear two socks on one foot, if it makes you feel better.

Written, edited and published to this website by Daniel

The Dark Side of Mrs Stretch

An angry lady wrapped in chocolate clothing storms into the room. She gives the area, and its inhabitants, a glare that would freeze the toes off a polar bear. Masses of make-up create a veil that makes her face unrecognisable. Her purple convex glasses lower as her wrinkly face scowls in unattractive disgust. Coldly, she brushes back a loose strand of her blonde hair, without ever once releasing the deadlock stare that emits from her two emerald eyes. In a ranting fury, she stomps her left foot down with such force the floorboards below creak in protest. "SIT DOWN!" she roars in a berating tone that seems to hold all the authority of fate itself.

Well, I'll chew ma own head off, it's Mrs Stretch!

One cold winter day

I wake up unhappily as I always do these days. It was quiet, impossibly quiet.  Dragging chains of sadness, I walk downstairs to take my intake of rapidly decreasing vital chemicals to replenish my supplies of energy for the day. (I used to call this breakfast, and sometimes still do). Then I flop outside feeling miserable.

Firstly, I pass the physiotherapy building, now abandoned; its wooden boards eaten by time and termites. I remember going for physiotherapy when the world was young and fruitful. Now, the only letters visible on the used-to-be gleaming title are the P, Y, the first T and the M, making the sign look like this: P Y    T        M. I then leave the rotting building to its fate, and move on down the quiet streets. Slits of yellow light begin to pop above the horizon. It is early in the morning.  There is never anyone around at this time now, due to the low employment rates. The recession continues downhill lately, so no one ever comes out in the dawn hours other than me.

I continue on down the dim, silent streets like a ghost, swiftly yet silently, floating down a corridor. Stopping before withering trees, I send out an adventurous hand to feel the rotting branches. My eyes lifted to see the air shrouded with a teary mist. The moisture in my eyes levelled to the mist I was seeing;  they brimmed with tears. Not tears of joy or laughter, but tears of great sadness. My family had died on a day like this very one, and I had seen this mist that day. It is a saddening reminder that I must now live on my own, with no one to tend to my needs. I sob lightly down the rest of the short lane, then I pull myself together and shamelessly turn 90⁰ left (once called a left turn) taking each step in a brazen fashion.  More withering bushes I see, and a cold chill wind begins to rustle the dying leaves and whistle into my ear a story of old.

As I continue my journey around the town, I see an ancient block of houses, now abandoned by its owners as was the physiotherapy building. I notice a sign hanging by its suction cup saying, "Closed due to lack of business".

A white flake collapses rather neatly into my hair. Two more flakes repeat the first's actions, and then many fall onto my ageing scalp. I upturn my face with my nose to the sky, and allow several of these white flakes (once called snow) to land on my tongue and dance upon it like a delicate ballerina. I remember doing this when I and everything was younger and livelier. The cold begins to sink in, so I dash at cheetah's (or what used to be called cheetah) speed back to my safe home. As the cold leaves, the sadness returns. I slump down into my winter-cold bed and think about what is to become of me. Winter has returned, meaning it has been over one year since the earth was wiped from all life, but me. It is looking grim for the world after me.

By Daniel Chong

 

Your challenge is create a snack food for the class to taste. You may work by yourself or in partners.
You can make the snack in the weekend and you MUST have enough for each person to taste and Mrs Stretch! The presentation date is Monday and Tuesday next week. Some cool ideas from last year were, cookies, fudge, apple crumble and loads more! Make something that will excite your classmates taste buds, and yummy enough to get a 10/10.

Please note:
Daniel can't have peanuts.
Robson is dairy free
Hajar can't have pork (any pig meat)

If anybody else has any allergies to food please tell the class.
THANK YOU