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100wc by Maria

Dear Andrew Sesay,

I have recently seen your video on the 100wc blog, and am pleased to see what a superhero you are. As I was watching, at the beginning I was quite emotional, but near the end I found out you are an amazing person. In the future, you can hopefully save many more mothers and children. I assure you, the babies and mothers will always remember your kindness and special talent. Your special present will be soon told to everyone living and every new person entering the world. You saving that baby makes me think of the many mothers and babies you have saved. You have made many mothers happy.

yours sincerely, 

Maria x

Dear Andrew..

Dear Andrew,

I have heard about your life-saving work! You have wonderful skills that have saved mothers and babies! I have seen a story on Aveley Primary Blogs, how you saved the women and the baby’s life was outstanding. No wonder the baby was named after you! I would love to donate money to #DrawingBreath so they can get you better equipment and help you save more lives. I see how hard it is for woman to give birth to children in different countries then it is over here, in the UK. I am so impressed with you!

Sincerely, Izabela

A Letter

Dear Andrew Sesay,

Recently, I have seen your work on the 100 word challenge site, and was very pleased by what i saw. Watching you help that poor lady and her baby has really made me aware to the things that you and your team do for people in Sierra Leone and all of the remarkable lives you have saved. You have made me realize that there are good people like you who want to help innocent people during a life changing moment. Whilst i was watching the video, a thousand questions buzzed through my mind but then you answered all of them with your quick and knowledgeable actions. As a reward for changing people’s lives, i have decided to donate to help you and your future patients and VSO.

Thank you for everything you do; you have really made a change!

Your Sincerely,

Sylvia, 6W

 

The Six Blind Men and The Deer

It was six men of Ockendon,

They were very smart in mind,

Went to see the dainty deer,

(Though all of them were blind),

 

The first approached the deer,

And happening to stroke,

Against its soft and silky skin,

And said: “‘Tis mighty clear,

The wonder of a deer is

Very like a cushion!”

 

The second, feeling the antlers,

Cried, “Hmm, what have I felt?

So smooth and curved and sharp?”

His voice began to melt,

“This wonder of a deer is very like a branch!”

 

The third crouched down,

And began to moan,

“Ho, what’s this so round?

As curved as a cone?

This wonder of a deer is

Very like a stone!”

 

The fourth pressed the nose,

Standing on his tip-toes,

Yelled “How I am cross!

All of you jabber but

I have got the answer!

This wonder of a deer is

Very like some moss!”

 

The fifth felt the tail,

Tight in his fists,

Bawled “Do you all see mist?

This deer is in my grasp!

As I can feel, this deer

It’s like a bunch of grass!”

 

The sixth rubbed the legs,

And happening to shout,

“WOW! This is thin and thick!

This wonder of a deer is

Very like a stick!”

 

And so these men of Ockendon,

Built the thought of a deer,

Each in his own opinion,

But they weren’t so very clear,

Though all were in the right,

And all were in the wrong!

By Izabela

Burger Mystery

It caught my eye. Grappling hands gripped onto a burger. I kept ambling along; I couldn’t stop staring. These hands were like mega-size giants hands squabbling for their breakfast. Its fingertips lightly grasped the burger as if it was ready to indulge in it. I turned around the corner then came back to look. It moved. Was it still alive? Ignoring my crazy thoughts, I stared deeply into the stringy yellow cheese, the maroon tender beef and the sprinkled seeded bun… My stomach suddenly growled so unexpectedly I jumped. I imagined tasting the burger.. That seemed to make my hunger fade away like a distant memory. ”Emily!” It was Sasha. ”What are you staring at?” It was gone.

A Slave Auction

Dear diary,

Today was the day that I had feared for my whole life and now it had finally, unfortunately, came. Imagine, after six weeks of being stuck at the deck of the sail boat, at last you were being let out for air and then suddenly you realise you are at America and it is time for the slave auction. You can already taste the dusty air sifting around, the unbearable stench of buzzing flies, and you can only hear the screaming of greedy rich people who was definitely ,without a doubt, bound to buy ME. Painful chains grappling onto your wrists and ankles, digging into your skin making you ache even more. My close friends, which i have known all my life, captured and arching next to me. We were there. ”Come on, some of us have lives here!”One greedy rich person scoffed. The auctioneers pulled the chain forcefully. ”Now you all be good okay?”

Those were the last words I heard for a while. We all were silent as the auctioneer spoke.. ”These slaves are all FED and CLEAN and there are NO SCARS or anything..” I rolled my eyes in my head. ”Since we only delivered the best..”

My only friends were being sold in front of me, I didn’t want to let them go.. ”Hello?! Hello?” Said the auctioneer pulling my arm. ”And this is a hard working slave who would be happy in any location..”

”I’ll take her! For..” ”50 shillings no more no less!” Said a woman in a grey skirt and navy jumper. ”SOLD!”

So she took me and told me to sit behind her, and not speak. I stared at the floor in despair. ”PSST” ”PSST” A voice spoke. ”You can go!” I looked up. ”GO NOW!” This was my chance, all i had to do was slip into the forest and run and run and run… So I picked up myself and bolted. ”She’s getting away!”

I ran and ran and ran and i didn’t stop for the world. ‘I would escape, I WOULD‘ I told to myself. Too late.

 

The Forest By Izabela

Deer pranced through the trees and formed a zig-zag pattern. Their hooves crunched the twigs and leaves as hopped and weaved between the tall trees. They were travelling to the field of fresh spring juicy grass. Its just the end of winter and the deer are famished. ‘Mum, are we there yet?” The Baby Deer questioned. “No.” Said the Mother Deer softly.                                                                                        “Mum, I’m hungry.” moaned the baby. Soon they were all there. They were all relieved, munching the field. But in the distance was a hunter…loading his gun…BANG! The noise was SO loud that the deer all panicked. The Hunter! BANG! BANG! They all jumped and twirled in horror and soon escaped…. The End.

GooseBumps

We had to pass the disco to get to my typewriter, otherwise groaning monsters might take over the world. The noise was so loud in the disco, pop music playing everywhere. It was ear-splitting. ”I think my typewriters on the left.” R.L Stine said staring left. ”Okay lets go!” Yelled Sophie, R.L Stine’s daughter. I was the one who first opened the first book, but now all of the creepy monsters were out. ”Here it is!” I said looking at it. ”Great” Said R.L Stine sitting down. The only problem was…. we could hear monsters outside it really put R.L Stine off his story. Until a familiar voice came, ”Hello Papa..” It whispered, I turned to see a ventriloquist dummy. ”SLAPPY…”

The maze

I had just finished the book it must of sucked me in….

Dim light shone onto my eyelids, I opened my eyes slowly. The towering walls stood in a maze shape. Shocked, I got up carefully on my feet. I looked at my surroundings. As I took one step, I immediately heard a faint growling noise, vicious growling. I looked in front and behind. Which way? Which way was the growling coming from? I slowly turned around a corner and a giant blood sucking creature stood before me. I stared in horror as blood tricled down its almighty jaw. It’s bug eyes almost out of its head. I knew that I couldn’t run… I was alone.. Then a twig snapped…