Green Children

I shared the story of The Green Children of Woolpit with the Inky Writers today, for a couple of reasons – their theme for the term at school is medieval times and because I wanted to give them a story that already existed. Hopefully, by doing this I am offering them a framework for working on their own stories, taking away one of the story-making steps – inventing a completely new idea.

Here are a few stories inspired by the green children:

The Moon Children
As me and my brother, Ben, walked to the jungle to eat green beans and tica flowers, I thought about when mother had died on mine and Ben’s birthday, 144 suns ago. We were still mourning. We carried on walking in silence, listening to the dragons and harpies fighting (I had come out of my thoughts now). Before we carry on, I will tell you about myself: My name is Leo and I live in the green forest (everything is green). It’s next to the jungle. All I eat is green. In fact, I am green; my hair, my legs and arms. The one thing that isn’t green is my eyes; they are two colours – green, blue and brown. On the moon there is a legend of humans. They are very strange. They only have two arms, five fingers and no tail and no wings. NO WINGS. Everything has wings apart from humans.

Fairy children
The long green grass quivered in a gentle breeze from the snow-capped mountains. Two children skipped in the green field, herding their sheep to safety before the dark hour. Now these children were not ordinary; if you looked closer, a pair of wings peeked out of their backs. Yes! They were fairy children. Their skin was a pale green and mottled moss hair tumbled down their backs.

In fairy land there was no dawn or dusk, sun or moon; it was always twilight. But one particular hour of the day broke the rules; the dark hour.

The children quickened their pace; foreboding was rising in the air and safety was still a field away! A howl echoed through the crystal mountains and a black feathery thing swooped past the girl’s face. The children began to run desperately…

Jack and the Bean Stalk (Mk 2)
Jack rapidly climbed down the bean stalk clutching the Golden Goose and magic harp. Near the bottom of the stalk, he jumped off and looked up. It was the giant! He ran inside his house and came out with a gigantic axe. Jack swung the axe again and again then finally, the bean stalk fell down taking the giant with it. WHAM!!!

That night, while Jack was in bed, there was a blinding flash of light and a UFO flew overhead. There were some strange noises and suddenly, Jack and his Mum were there being beamed into the UFO.

When Jack and his Mum woke up, they found themselves strapped to a metal table. Looming over them were aliens. The aliens had massive green heads but really thin green bodies. Jack noticed that one of the aliens was pointing a massive, futuristic ray gun/laser at his Mum! There was a bright, green beam of light that hit his Mum. She started to shrink and become younger by the second! The beam stopped and she looked about 9!

Then Jack felt himself lifting off the table and he went through a hole in the space ship. They were on a different world! He looked at his hand; it was green! And so was his Mum. Then they landed in a cave on a different world…


Food glorious food

We explored odes and food during the same session and came out with a mixture of pieces:

Chocolate think is a chocolate that what ever your thinking of it will taste like that. You can experience any flavour you like! And if it doesn’t know what it tastes like you break it apart and it has a picture of the thing you are thinking of.

An ode to music
Your tuning is so great
I can feel my heart break
It’s my brittle heart, heart
It’s my fragile heart, heart.

Blood is pumping in my veins
This rockin’ tune makes me feel so great
Cause now I’m turning up the volume as you speak,
Coverin’ my ears singing la la la.

Yeah you can’t even hurt ma brain
It doesn’t hit a nerve
I’m a-flying up high
You can’t touch me now n n now (x 3)
Whatever you comment you can’t down
I really think this feeling is here to stay
But at any second it could leave me today
Ya can’t see it
Cause you know you can’t feel it.

Shoes are what you wear on your feet.
You wear trainers if you’re elite
You buy awesome ones made by Nike
Old ones are really pikey.
You can buy slippers with monkeys on.
If you’re late, the shoes might have all gone
There might be ones that say #swagger.
There were odd ones worn by Mick Jagger.
Best of all, shoes can come in different colours.
Red and organge and yellow and green and blue and purple and pink and silver and gold and brown and black and glittery.
Here is a tribute to shoes. They are absolutely #totesamazeballs.

Food in love acrostic

Food food glorious food
Ordering food from dominoes
Obviously amazing mouthwatering
Doritos are amazing espcially tangy cheese
Icy nicy ice cream
Nice mashed potato
Lovely jovely food in love
Oreos melting in your mouth
Vanilla melting ice cream
Easter eggs made in tesco

As you put it in your mouth
It makes your mouth scream with joy
It melts on your tongue and slips down your throat
Your teeth sink slowly
It goes on your gums
It is delicious
I want to eat it all day.

Ode to a pineapple
Oh wonderful pineapple how lovely you taste
When I slice you I have a memory race
You’re so bright like a yellow sun
Sometimes I lose you and don’t know where you’ve gone.

The monster lurks…

Monsters are always good to work with creatively, uncovering our deepest fears and stretching imaginations. Inspired by a Poetry Society exercise, I asked the children to write a list of body parts and a list of things they hate and then put them together to describe a monster, not forgetting to give the monster a name. Here are some results:

Monster acrostic
Medusa the sly snake head
Olive oil a perfect trap
Nasty terrifying creatures
Super shocking mugs
Terrifying toggles
Evil zombie girl
Rough horrible bullies!

Monster acrostic
Mouth smothered with curry
Odd one direction fans
Nails shaped as dentist tools
Sneakers as red as chilli
Teeth as red as clown’s lips
Ears blocked with Justin Bieber stickers
Rough toes slippery with garlic

swimming wings
arms with grime
blank-eyed fat slugs
voldemort with eight legs
the bloody baron with hairy body parts
death eaters in black cloaks.

Monster poem
He has a bladder like jammy goo
And long arms made of coleslaw
He has legs made from potato salad
And blunt claws that are made of clowns
He has a pea brain made with spiders
And a stomach like Mrs Cow
And pins like nightmares
He has a voice box like death
He has pimples like kidnappers
He has moles like illness
And ears like pigwig.

Steve Evil Toe
Its warts are like uncomfortable chairs
Its tentacles are as annoying as red crayons
Its legs are like nightmares
Its teeth are as disgusting as potato fritata
Even its moles have moles
And its left pinky toe is as evil as dogs.

When the ziva horse steps up to you,
Fangs bared ready for the kill.
The vivid yellow venom dripping from its gaping mouth
An orange gooey liquid oozing out of its left ear.
Brown decaying bones
Rotting, mouldy dark green flesh
As solid as concrete
Browny yellow warts sit on its irregular-shaped face.
Jagged black claws to rip up the average human
They are camouflaged at night
A humungous larynx
It produces an ear-splitting roar
To shatter any window
To explode anybody’s head.
This monster will kill anything
If you see it you are dead
If it looks at you, you brain will implode.

Bamboozil the monster
I saw last night
A monster so scary
It will give you a fright.
It had purple spikes all over its back
If you saw him you would turn right back
Spikes as sharp as a golden razor
They are as powerful as a red laser.
It had talons like an eagle
They were as brown as a beagle
They were as shaped as barbed wire

And he is a big fat liar!