Inkhead - a place to loosen your pen

Story by Nikita

Story by Annie

Eden’s Garden

Eden walked into his garden. The roses had a vivid red in them. The tiny lake had looked so clean, but now he could see the slimy-green in it. The great knot of trees swayed savagely. Their green leaves fell upon the fresh, green grass. The pebbles on the milky-white patio rolled and tumbled. Eden always watched them out of his window. A high tower of ivy covered the wall around the garden on the inside. From the outside it appeared a thick, tall wall of brick. No one knew about the secret, wild garden. Eden didn’t come out very often. No one ever saw Eden either. Eden didn’t think it was weird. He liked to hide in bushes. That was the reason why no one saw him. He spent a lot of time amongst his thick den of trees.

One day as Eden walked into his garden he saw everything looked brighter. Nothing looked the same as it had been. The pebbles, flowers, trees, patio and lake shone in the sunlight. Eden walked all around the garden and when he came back to where he had started a long trail of gold streamed out from the ivy. Now he knew where the brightness came from. As Eden stepped a little closer he found a key in amongst the gold. He pushed back the ivy and found a circular door. He unlocked the round door and squeezed inside. Eden found a path of blood-red rubies and snow-white pearls encrusting the ground. He picked one up and teleported straight away into another part of the garden. This part had plants that curled and turned out of sight. The garden never ended.

Eden couldn’t see anything except for plants and jewels and even crystal balls that twisted the minds of others. Eden picked one crystal ball up and dropped it. His mind had begun to fade.

“That was frightening. Oh, so frightening,” sighed Eden. As he looked he saw squirrels and foxes running all around the garden, one fox and three squirrels looked at him as he stepped nearer. They didn’t run away.

“How come they are not scared of people?” Eden asked himself. He carried on walking. More jewels were scattered everywhere. This time there were sparkling diamonds and grass-green emeralds.

Eden walked around the garden for a little while. Soon he came to a lake bigger than his own. This lake was emerald green. Seaweed was coming out of it and pouring onto the ground. It lay upon the crystals. The sky didn’t look real. It looked like a blue ceiling with painted clouds. Eden explored all around. There were bushes and flower beds and peach trees. He picked up a fish head stone and hid it in his pocket.

As Eden turned back to the lake he saw a fin emerge out of the water. Suddenly it vanished and a fish appeared which had golden scales, silver fins and shimmering eyes.

“You look thirsty,” cackled the fish, “come and have something to drink.”

Eden walked to the lake and the fish pushed him in the freezing, swirling water.

“Aahhh,” screamed Eden. He had fallen into an underwater cave, the fish followed him in. Eden started splashing to the surface away from THAT MONSTER! He blanched at the thought of breathing underwater. Surely, this was a DREAM! As he fell he collided with the rocks as smooth as marble. Eden was horrified now as he realised why the fish wanted him. It was because the fish thought he could make him his prisoner. Eden swam faster. He closed his eyes and drifted upwards right to the surface, jumped slightly and whooshed out onto the grass. He looked around and saw swaying trees, milky-white patio and flowers. It was his own...GARDEN!

He felt in his pocket and drew out a stone in the shape of a fish’s head.

“So it wasn’t a dream at all!” he breathed deeply. He came to the place where the gold had been but it wasn’t there any longer. He thought he wouldn’t be able to return there again, however, one day he did go back...but that’s another story.

When he looked at his watch, it was still the same time as when he had gone through the door onto the other side: exactly 7.30 in the evening.

Eden felt a shiver go down his spine, as he looked at his watch. When he gazed at the fish stone it gave him a wink and he shuddered for the last time...until the next adventure.

THE END

Story by Sophie

A Farm in Africa

& It was dawn on the farm in Africa. The sun was rising and you could hear all thealarm bells ringing. The traffic started. Ruth woke up early and ran downstairs. She was heading for the stables. The stables were as high as a tree and as wide as a room. The stables were cleaned seven times a day. The people who cleaned the stables had to go on stilts to get to the ceiling.

Ruth had never realised Mr Croc untidied the stables. He was a jealous little thing. If he didn't get his own way, he would shout like thunder and get in a rage! He was worse than Lion. Mr Croc was using a plank of wood as a protection just in case. (Mr Croc was not a very nice crocodile, but he was certainly a rude and scaryone!).

Ruth didn't think anything was going wrong but then she noticed a plank of wood moving. "I swear I saw a bit of wood moving" she said. Scared and curious she went towards the wood. Now she was really starting to feel it. She saw a green thing flick up in the air and now she knew who it really was. s.
"Comeout of your hiding place, Mr Croc - you're not very good at hiding. I suggest you be more careful where and when you tread" Ruth said, relieved.

BlackBeauty was quite impatient now. He was stamping his foot and biting his bit inhis mouth. Ruth thought it must be okay to leave Mr Croc and go on Black Beauty. Ride him to the Hill Top Grange and meet the Mustangs, tame them and help them. Become friends with them.

Mr Croc won't let Ruth go this second - Oh No! When Mr Croc bit Ruth on the leg Ruth yelled and disappointment filled her heart. She did not know what Mr Croc would actually want her for. The only possible thing would be getting his gang and tearing Black Beauty and herself into rotten slices. But Mr Croc was not at all thinking that. He was thinking something completely different like magic. Her Mum came andpushed her to the car. Ruth was speechless!

"Darling, you shouldn't be near the Temple River. Bad luck will come from Mr Croc. You should be at school!" Mum said sadly. y.

At school Ms Burg-house was very upset. "Ruth, you said you would be early, and please get that cheeky smile off your face. No-one likes it" grumbled Ms Burg-house.

She did look like a burger!, but she couldn't bother to argue back. At lunch no-one wanted to play with Ruth, not even look at Ruth. Ruth had some creepy feeling that Ms Burg-house had told the class something mean about her, maybe something that was not even true. By now she was freaked out. Ruth felt like pulling her top off when Ms Burg-house said it was time to go.

But her disappointment fell when Ms Burg-house told her to stay. "We need to have a chat" she said, doing her wicked smile. This reminded her of what Mr Croc said which made her be late for school. All that she remembered today came rushing back to the front of her mind. As well as thoughts, she had questions which came to her. The questions were like this:

"Why did Mr Croc choose my teacher?"
"What did she tell the class?"
"Why did the class obey her on the exact moment she said it?!

All those questions she wanted to ask and know the answers. When should she tell Ms Burg-house her well-thought out questions. Ruth thought her Mum must have been saying because her Mum jumped out on Ms Burg-house exactly when she needed it.

Although it was the last day of term, Ruth was not very happy. "Mum, I am going to defeat Mr Croc - I have to" Ruth said sadly. Before Ruth could say anything else Mum interrupted "Well, that's the good news. I'm going to tell you. Your horse Black Beauty saved the day. He killed Mr Croc" Ruth's Mum said happily. "I am going, well the family and Black Beauty are going to Australia and we are going to meet the Mustangs. We are allowed to take home eight. We are going to the Hill top Grange" Ruth's Mum said with feeling.
When they got to Hilltop Grange Ruth cried because it was so beautiful. These are the names she called her eight horses: Silverbell, Boblier, Strawberry, Lavender, Ginger, Colorshell, Blossom and Hydrangea.

When it was the beginning as a whole new year, Ms Burg-house said she was very sorry and in her power they made horse-riding an after school club.

THE END

Story by Bernard

Robot vs Enemy

Its 6.00 pm and I've just finished my home-work and, because it is the half-term and I've got completely nothing to do, I have been in the house for nearly 4 days and I'm very bored.

Then I suddenly saw two robots fighting each other on the TV. Then a jolly voice said "Now it is your chance to be a robot champion. Just call our hot-line now!"

That message blew into my head like a racing car. I had to be a robot champion - fast! So I walked down the road to my friend, Mark, and I went into his house. I did not really go into his house. I just went to his shed. In Mark's shed there are thousands of tools, such as hammers, spanners, plugs, nuts and bolts and lots more. Just enough to build my robot. When I'd gathered up the things I needed, we both went to the back garden to start to build it.

The next morning, we had finally finished building the robot and all we had to do was make a working remote to make it move and hold stuff and then we had to choose a colour. We chose gold and then later in the afternoon Mark put it in his shed for tomorrow. w

The following day the big day had come. At about 8.00 in the evening everyone gathered in the Stadium for the big robot fight. I was watching the robot get ready while Mark was controlling it. The other robot was huge, shielded with protective steel that could hold back almost any punch or shot. Then some loud speakers said "Everyone take your places.....One, two, three ....GO" The audience shrieked with amazement as the two robots started to battle with each other.

Twenty minutes later....
We Won! We Won! as we cheered and danced all the way back home at 10.00 pm at night. The following second day we were still cheering.

THE END

<<Sydenham High Junior School Stories

“The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless” – Rousseau

Story by Aki

Story by Angus

Story by Afra

Story by Celeste

Story by Jade

Story by Nikita

Story by Annie

Story by Sophie

Story by Bernard