Pine’s Fantastic Writing

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  1. Day after day, night after night, we traveled across the seas in a ferry full of other refugees and a couple of pets too. We weren’t lucky enough to be able to take our dog Shadow. We could see a view of an angel as we passed by some white, fluffy clouds that I could have never seen when I was in Syria begging for no behemoth explosions or violence in the world and it all began…

  2. Suddenly, a hundred birds surrounded us. They all looked hungry. Mum gave them 1 day old sandwiches. Without warning, 3 birds picked up me, my sister and our mother. The birds, who were covered in rainbow feathers, squawked saying thank you. Everyone below us was watching us in amazement but not everyone was glad. Some people were following us with guns and knifes full of toxic poison. The elegant birds were flying us over the never ending war. We realized our home was fully destroyed and covered by bullets left over by the blasting guns. While the multi-colored birds soared over the raised homes. Mum spotted a man with a poison arrow in his chest. It’s Dad! Mum asked the birds to put us down so they put us down near the old, broken dock and we rushed towards dad. Mum laid her jacket underneath Dad’s head . He told me he was a brave man but someone shot him directly in his pure heart . Before he passed, he gave me his army jacket and his camouflage hat and then he faded away…

  3. One bright and early morning, me and my crew set off on a treacherous journey across the behemoth aqua-blue sea which stretched far and wide ahead of us. The boat had a lot of different patterns on the bottom of it. On board the boat, there were up to 400 or 500 people on one tiny boat. It rained every day. We use to tell spooky stories about scary monsters eating us when the boat capsides. We tell nice stories about what our life would be like on the island that is ahead of us .

  4. Our journey came across the boat. Hundreds of poor forgotten people piled upon the boat like Jenga. Loads of displaced citizens were being hauled around like a ball from side to side. We made some new friends and told stories about the terrifying sea creatures that lurked bellow us. Some children played and some looked for beautiful, colourful sea creatures. The waves were throwing the boat around and some people were thrown off the boat. Then a loud screeching noise got closer and closer. It was seagulls that were flying away from the war. I got on my knees and begged that the war wouldn’t catch up to us. All my thoughts left my mind. People were being blown away by the wind-just like my father when he was taken by the war.

  5. The war had started and my father went out one day (for some food).We were looking for him. We all saw him then something dreadful happened. I dropped on my knees and started to cry. My father was taken to the war. As my heart tore into little pieces, it was like somebody was ripping some paper apart. It felt like somebody had just taken something that was very special to you. All that was left of him was his very shiny red glasses on the dirty floor. Every time I thought of it all, all I saw was my father getting killed. We were all very devastated, and after father died my mother grow more and more worried and she told us that we were not going to be split up. So our mum went to go talk to her friend and her friend said ‘loads of people are migrating to a different country’. So the next day, my mum came home and looked this place up. She showed us pictures of the place where we might go to. It looks like a magical place and creatures live there as well. We started to pack.

  6. ONE DAY, I WAS ON THE BEACH HAVING A LOVELY DAY BUT SINCE THAT DAY, MY LIFE CHANGED FOREVER.EVERYDAY, I WOKE UP TO BUILDINGS BEING DESTROYED AND ALL I COULD SMELL WAS THE INCESSANT BLOOD OF PEOPLE. FROM THE CORNER OF MY EYE, I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF MY FATHER: HE WAS DEAD. I SCREAMED IN PAIN (WHICH WAS VERY LOUD). THEN MY HEART SHATTERD. COLOSSAL TOWERS WERE FALLING LIKE THEY HAD BEEN PLAYING DOMINOES WITH THEM. THEN MY LIFE FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES .THIS HORRIBLE DISASTER, PEOPLE SCREAMED AND RAN FOR THEIR LIVES BUT WE WERE TRAPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ENGULFED RAGING INFERNO WHICH WAS SUFFOCATING US.MY HEART CRUMBLED JUST LIKE THE REMAINS OF THE BUILDINGS. THERE ARE STILL MURDEROUS MISSILES OBLITERATING THE AREA.MY STOMACH HEAVED WHEN I SAW THE PULPY RAW STUMP OF DEAD PEOPLE LYING ON THE GROUND THEN I HEARD A THOUSAND SCREAMS CRY OUT- THEN THERE WAS SILENCE.

  7. On the 1st of October, I woke up and could hear gun shots outside my beloved house. This war has been going on for 6 years now. It was a really horrible time in Syria every night. There are hundreds of refugees sneeking out of this barbaric war zone. Tons of buildings fall down and just miss our house . Even though it was a war zone I didn’t want to leave because I was raised here. One day I was awoken by the huge , deafening sound of bombs dropping out of wicked , fast fighter jets . Just then , the ground shook so I looked outside. A giant war plane dropped a bomb about the size of our house . Our dad was a soldier in the war . suddenly, I saw my dad running past my house . out of nowhere , a guy with a machine gun shot a load of bullets into my father . He fell to the floor dead …

  8. The next day, we began packing to leave my dear country Syria.I packed the important stuff and we were ready. We just needed to put the heavy load in the car. Finally, we finished putting it in the car. My little sister was scared but my mum said it would be alright. We packed food, water, clothes and money. We took our dad:s bright red glasses so it woukd remind us about him and he’ll be with us.

  9. As I carefully stepped onto the tiny cramped raft,we strolled to the back [which had no space].
    There was only two small spaces that could only be taken by small people.So I put my children onto the knees of a weak old man and kissed them goodbye.
    Slowly, I walked to the front of the boat which was dangerous,and motionless. I looked back… There were my children with a face of terror.Biting my nails,I lay back and took a deep breathe. After about 5 minutes, the waves stated to get stronger and everyone started to get louder and louder and louder…

  10. It all started with an ear-splitting siren. The first explosion came followed by thousands of voices screaming in unison.
    As soon as danger struck, I knew I had to race to a shelter but I knew that this wasn’t over. I was only half way towards the shelter when I could hear a blaring bang. A plane managed to swerve its way behind a squadron, who were patrolling the streets. A spurt of smoke, with a burning inferno, was shooting up from the ground. It wasn’t long before a huge shadow approached us. I looked up to find another plane.
    I ran for dear life. A sudden outburst filled the city with terror and shock. The only sound to be heard was silence. What followed was so surreal it was as if you were watching a film. A masked man raised his rifle onto his shoulder. He shouted at a man and then held his rifle again. A shot was fired. The wounded man fell to his knees and toppled towards the floor, groaning and clutching his shoulder. He gave one last look at his killer before closing his eyelids.
    Desperate people pushed violently through the bustling crowd in order to see their family. The buildings, which had once stood proudly over this city, were now crumbling, losing themselves bit by bit. In the distance, I could see my family waving at me. It wasn’t long before they disappeared through the smoke of a building, which had collapsed. I shoved towards the front of crowd and found my mother and baby sister. She threw her arms around me and cried. I dragged myself through the wreckage of this hellscape. I stood in facing my street. The city today had never known it would face such a tragedy.

  11. The siren split my ears and cut me up into shards as small as a pin. I am dead. A few hours later, I crawled on my hands and knees into a world of rubble. Metal joints stuck out of buildings which fell like dominos. People praying populated the area begging for mercy. Dust was everywhere – that made me feel even worse when I breathed it in. Cars where trapped under pieces of buildings. The sky was black. When I peered up I could just see the squadron returning to the clouds basically unseen. People lay on the concrete. Unbearable pain leaked out the area. Dead people, that had fallen, were in a better place but most of us where on what felt like hell on Earth. Most children where clules what was going on. Dust made there faces look black.Ingured people were dotted about groaning pleading for help. The concrete of the once road was cracked and chipped to the limit. I thought I was the last person before I saw this. I wanted to leave but I know I that it is not going to happen. My life is gone. I am just left with the foundation of my knew one which was not even finished. I don’t know why they targeted us this is just the start of a war raging with steaming inferno…

  12. It all started with an ear-splitting siren. The first explosion came followed by thousands of voices screaming in unison.
    As soon as danger struck, I knew I had to race to a shelter but I knew that this wasn’t over. I was only half way towards the shelter when I could hear a blaring bang. A plane managed to swerve its way behind a squadron, who were patrolling the streets. A spurt of smoke, with a bright burning inferno, was shooting up from the ground. It wasn’t long before a huge shadow approached us. I looked up to find another plane.
    I ran for dear life. A sudden outburst filled the city with terror and shock. The only sound to be heard was silence. What followed was so surreal. It was as if you were watching a film. A masked man raised his rifle onto his shoulder. He shouted at a man and then held his rifle again. A shot was fired. The wounded man fell to his knees and toppled towards the floor, groaning and clutching his shoulder. He gave one last look at his killer before closing his eyelids.
    Desperate people pushed violently through the bustling crowd in order to see their family. The buildings, which had once stood proudly over this city, were now crumbling, losing themselves bit by bit. In the distance, I could see my family waving at me. It wasn’t long before they disappeared through the smoke of a building, which had collapsed. I shoved towards the front of crowd and found my mother and baby sister. She threw her arms around me and cried. I dragged myself through the wreckage of this hellscape. I stood in facing my street. The city today had never known it would face such a tragedy.

  13. The day the war took my father

    My father was gone. We were hopeless. Dad was always there for us when we needed him. Not anymore though. It was just the three of us.He was taken by a behemoth explosion,which threw some cars at our window and made a titanic hole in the ground, just outside the house while he was on his way to the shop for bread.He was a caring man (with a loving ruby-red heart) for anyone , even strangers.When the shiny, black bomb was dropped, it felt like his once pure red heart was now black as he was engulfed with smoke. It was devastating.A few days later,his glasses were found slightly cracked but they still meant the world to me.All the neighbours were fussing around mum making sure she was okay.I lay on my bed in my room because it was much quieter and I could concentrate. In the package that arrived were Dads circular, red lined glasses ; a letter to say how sorry they were; and there was a picture of us all before the war.I picked it up gingerly-my hand shaking. I silently stared at it for a few minutes until I heard someone coming upstairs and hid it.It was all just incomprehensible. Mum had been quieter ever since but so was my brother.The incessant noise of the bomb hitting was replayed over and over in my head.Our hearts were slowly being cracked into tiny little shards. We were dilapidated.

    Birds migrating

    We were tired after our long days of walking and we were relieved to be sat down. Outside there was a wonderful sight to see. There was green fields (some were yellow as they were full of daffodils)with sheep in them.Outside I could hear the faint sound of the wind ;I could feel birds on my cheek ; and i could taste the greenery.There were elegant,noisy birds above us. The birds were free from raging infernos and billowing smoke if only we could be like them free to go anywhere no hassle with having to cross borders and go through wars.We were still grateful and happy to be safe.

  14. Day by day, death by death, the war that we all dreaded began. Me and my family saw houses crumbling that had witnessed bombs; children weeping at their parents deaths; a raging inferno swallowing buildings; and incessant sirens bleeping off from the sinister enemies. One day, a suffocating eruption of smoke engulfed a child who was homeless on the street. I screamed at the child to move because there was a behemoth army marching towards us. Without a doubt, my courageous dad sped out to rescue the abandoned child but unluckily he stepped on a mine. Blood splattered everywhere and my mind went blank. I felt like a part of me blew away in the explosion. In my mind, my tears were memories and happy times that were being washed away. All of them were playing for the last time and then my mind was only filled with sadness. That was the last time I ever had hope…

  15. “Yawn”, mum yawned. I looked up, I shouted, “Look I can see land”. My brother nearly fell off the boat. ”yay”, we all shouted. “It’s phenomenal that you spotted land” said my mother with a tired voice. As we quickly rowed to shore, we saw fresh food growing on a vegetable patch. When we got there, we parked the boat. My mum was already making a fire and setting the tent up. Me and my brother had started pulling the fruit out of the ground. We ate some carrots and then we went for a walk.5 Minutes later. It was cold and spooky. We found a house, it had a light outside. My mum knocked on the door. “knock knock”, someone opened the door. I recognised them. It was my friend. We went inside. We asked them “When did you arrive?” said mum.
    “Yesterday”. We stayed over until more people started to arrive.

  16. The suffocating, vicious war took my amazing, loving father. All he wanted to do was to keep my exhausted mum and my sobbing sister safe from the never ending war. The day the unbearable war took my middle aged dad,he was trying to help the wounded people get from underneath looming, colossal buildings and the cold-blooded army man shot my dad. Blood engulfed his thin body. I could see a blood pulpy raw stump lay next to him. I was useless …
    Sitting there thinking about him, something magical happened. Mum had run outside and got his glasses because we didn’t have any memories of him . I put the circled glasses on and I could see a see-through replica of my dad. I wanted to keep them on all day every day but I couldn’t because we had to hide. My mum never cries and now there were tears cascading out of her [so it must have been hard for us]. We just sat there looking at the buildings falling like dominoes. We could try and escape but we would get killed like our amazing father ,who we wished was still with us .

  17. As we all got on the boat, we saw the sea, nice and calm. Luckily, we all found our friends from a different family that we used to go to school with. It was very crowded. We got a sudden fright (we thought the boat was tipping over) but it was just the boat engine. The boat looked like it was full of seaweed ( at the bottom of the boat) ; the boat Had 3 stripes and the order of them was red, orange, green and a few black dots on the stripes-the rest of the boat was blue; and it had 2 massive chimneys. I was slowly walking around enjoying beautiful view of the Ocean until massive waves started.We were going every where (I was so scared). My mother Suddenly fell off, we all clung to her and pulled her back, After, a few hours we started talking about stories about what could be under our boat.

  18. We finally left the refugee camp and set off on a journey to the border. When we got there, there was a man that was a smuggler and he helped us get over the other side. We found a boat on the other side and checked it out. We spent 15 minutes trying to get a ticket to get on the boat and then we finally got on the. In Fact, it wasn’t a boat it was a ferry. There were more that 300 people being sick.

  19. The setting: a warzone of ruby blood. I was covered with its putrid stench. My Mum and my sister were with me too In front of us was the bloody corpse of my dad who had been killed by a soldier’s rifle-an am mrs4 rifle to be precise. Once i saw my dad’s dead body, which was still bleeding, me and my family were ecstatic – finally he got his just deserves yet there was still a war going on. Out of hate, i grabbed my dad’s glasses and smashed them into the ground and ran to the nearest shelter to stay for the night ahead.

  20. 1973 21st January 11:15am

    It was now 1973. We had arrived at Hungary station. Me and my brother had tags on us because our mother had drowned in the river Nile and the tags said this: please take these 2 boys to Australia. Me and my brother were tired and hungry and our next train was to the China border. It got even worse- the Hungarian police had orders to shoot. I said to my soviet brother, “I can’t believe that the cold war even started !!!” he replied, “Me too, at least it hasn’t got hot yet I really don’t want it to.” All around us were refugees- some trying to get onto trains. One even got shot in the back- blood covered the grids and windows. It was the most horrifying thing i’d ever seen in my entire journey. We’d had no idea what to do but i had a idea. I’d brought out my nuka cola and took out my atomic mints the I combined them. I rolled it towards the police and like on the cola bottle it blew up right next to the police and BOOM!!! As quick as possible we sneaked onto the train.

  21. It started with a terrible bang and then there was an ear-shattering screech.Hundreds of lives cried out . Everyone,who was panicing,ran for their desperate lives.I tried to stay strong for my mother and brother (however on the inside I was destroyed with hurt).The heat of a raging inferno blistered my skin.My soul screamed out at the sight of it all.My stomach heaved- on the floor in front of me was the flesh of a pulpy-raw stump.Tanks that were old and rusty were rolling the streets; and many citizens ,who were innocent, were being killed

  22. I loved my father but itall changed that one day when all my memories with him shattered…

    A siren started to make alot of noise and the whole town, along with all the schools, screamed in horror.The war had started and bombs demolished buildings as they fell to the ground.I thought about everything I had done in that town as fire spred on forests and one bomb,which was extremely explosive ,landed on the one that could have saved us.One of dad’sfriends was working in the that factory,which was the place my dad worked,but my dad was not working today.The sky was blackish grey ,the street was silent and one year passed and we did not celebrate anyone’s birthday. Fire caught to the house and gas tanks exploded in the back garden.

  23. THE JOURNEY PART 2
    BY FRANCESCA SANNA
    We had been driving forever and when we got to the border I nearly fainted. It was huge! A guard who had a bushy beard and mud under his saggy eyes, bellowed “turn back or be arrested!”

  24. The boat trip
    Me and my sister were worried to death as we didn’t know if we would make it out alive. Then a man (who was a smuggler) came- we had never seen him before. Mum handed over some money and we climbed into the boat .The boat had over 200 people on- we were crammed. As soon as we got on, there was baby crying incessantly; mothers clinging onto their children; and people being thrown around. Me and my mother watched as the billowing, suffocating smoke engulfed our old town. We talked about the monsters and creatures that lurked below .

  25. We always used to go to the beach until everything changed …

    My family and I were just having a normal day we were getting ready for school until we heard the sirens! It began so quickly. Raging infernos were lit; trees collapsed like dominoes; all I saw was lost, petrified, scared faces. All of my friends and family had fled. There was an incessant sound of bombs going here and there ( this was the most scariest, life changing time ). Everyone around me was dead! I fell to the floor as I just witnessed my Dad die. With a stream of tears rolling down my face,I looked at mum who was screaming that we had to go. We had to go now. I stood frozen- frozen to the ground. Somehow everything was silent. It was as if the world just stopped but I guess it was the pain entering the body. NOW! My mum screamed out echoing through our street.

  26. When the war took my father,

    It Began with an ear-piercing siren so I screamed above my lungs and tried to hastily sprint back home. The moment I got on my street, tanks and soldiers were marching with humungous camouflage tanks. Suddenly I saw my dad in the corner of my eye signing to join the army so I rushed frantically to my house. I rushed over to my dad and he cautiously says ‘Hey son what you doing?’ Then he sprinted in the herd of solders. 2 hours later, we arrived at Scotland then I sadly saw my dad explode and his guts spewing on my face.

  27. They packed their suitcases and said bye to people they knew. They left at night because they didn’t want to be seen.They carried on for many days. They finally arrive at the border. It is enormous wall and we must climb over it. Oh no you not allowed across the border said the guard. They had nowhere to go and they were very tired. In the darkness of the forest noises scared them. Their mother is with them and she is never scared. kid’s close their eyes and finally fell fast asleep. Shouting worke them up.

  28. Back then, it was peaceful.I always went to the beach with Mum and Dad- building sandcastles and swimming in the clear, blue sea.Of course, that was before the war.Now explosions fill the air.Gunfire is heard claiming the lives of many loved ones.No one -not even my family- is the same.One day, my mum came back to our crumbling house crying in pain.She did not need to tell me what was wrong because I knew.Dad was not with her…

  29. It all started. Houses around me were being obliterated. The church- well it’s just been demolished. We were so scared that we fled and only just escaped all the sudden explosions and shootings. After hours and hours of running, we escaped from the lonely beach. This very very kind man helped us to find a train and cross the border. After walking for hours and hours, we saw a boat and got on it. We told stories about the land we are heading to. Finally we made it to our destination (which was big). Then we got on a train that took us to our new home.

  30. When the war took my father, it began with an ear-piercing siren that declared war. I screamed for my family but they were already running.I ran after them and just managed to catch up .
    “Where are we going ?”I yelled
    “To the shelter!” My daddy yelled back .
    I had never been to the shelter before . I peered around . Surrounding me were suffocating , innocent people fighting for survival until suddenly they were frozen solid ;there were bombs like footballs blowing off and our city was the goal. Tanks were roaming our streets like giants playing dominos with our homes . We could see the roof of the shelter straight ahead . All of a sudden , I was flung down on the floor by a heavy chunk of a skyscraper . My brother screamed . I was blank for a few moments . I opened my eyes and felt the heavy boulder lying on my left arm and my family around me . With my free arm and my family’s help we heaved the bolder off my heavy arm . I stood up as my senses came back to me . Bombs pouncing on buildings like tigers on its prey . We had made it to the shelter but my father was nowhere to be seen . Even though it was so loud, it felt so quiet; you could hear a pin drop . Then I realised that silence is the most powerful scream. We were stuck here until we were devoured by the blood thirsty jaws of inescapable death

    1. Fantastic piece of work. Love the end lines

      “We were stuck here until we were devoured by the blood thirsty jaws of inescapable death”

      Absolutely brilliant

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