ANNABEL REPORTING

Let me introduce myself. I am the fabulous, spectacular, irreplaceable, Evil Doctor Moo!

Written by Amelia.P.


Her smart royal blue hat and her heavy orange boots makes her look like a real detective.

Written by Lydia.


Meet Billy, Billy is a very kind and caring type of person with a very bubbly attitude that lights up the room.

Written by Molly.


Red bumpy rough skin, horrid green horns, bulging lime eyes and a sinister smirk.

Written by Joshua.


Enchanting eyes which you can never miss as they are so memorising.

Written by Gemma.

Writing Detective: Isaac

It sounds like someone having a mammoth tantrum in their bedroom and throwing cushions everywhere. By Zarah

Screams of agonising pain fill the air. By Gemma

My wacky cat was springing around and around in circles trying to catch his tall terrific tail. By Hannah

A sea of motionless bodies lies before my eyes, death and destruction is everywhere. By William

Crash!Bang!Boom!All I could hear was the sound of pain and agony filling the air. By Daniel

Super scorching sizzling hot, roasting peoples unburnt back. By Lance

Life in the cold,muddy trenches was far from cosy. By Gregor

The bang, the boom, the war of doom. By Emilie

I bounced around the room like I had grasshoppers beneath my feet, like there were springs in my slippers, like I was a balloon bobbing up. By Amelia P

Concentrate, guns firing everywhere around me. By George

My Commander had obviously had too much beer because he was rocking his gun like a baby! By Joshua

Zipping and zooming bullets racing towards you as fast as a cheetah about to pursue its prey. By Max C

Finally I see cover but I don't see many people. By Rheubyn

Ridiculously crazy about chocolate I could eat it all day. By Christian

Writing Detective: Lydia


Joy is the shade of the beautiful bright sun shining on the golden sand.
by Alex

It tastes like a freshly made pavlova, ready to be demolished by a peckish human being.
by Amelia S

It is the mouthwatering taste of melted chocolate oozing down your throat.
by Gemma

Anger is the colour of red blazing hot chilli sauce.
by Diego

It tastes like a piece of milk chocolate sliding down your throat and melting into many marvellous moments.
by Emilie

Sadness smells like a revolting dead rat swarmed by flies.
by Lydia

Writing Detective Nyko


Shooting through the choppy white capped waves like a blazing arrow.
by Isaac


I feel like I'm free falling, like a flightless bird.
by William


Slashes of lightning cut through the clouds.
by Lydia


Charging soldiers run into position for the first of many invasions.
by Max c


The wastelands would sprout stretches of scarlet from the blood red colour of the poppy flower.
by Libby



Weaving through the waves as quick as a dolphin.
by Molly



Were greeted by a remarkable sight of scarlet, blood red beautiful poppies.
by Abby


Red flowers were blooming upon their feet.
by Hannah

Writing Detective : Miss Amelia P

Anger is the stench of baking being burnt, the fire alarms ringing with irritation.
Written by Macy

Joyfulness is the fantastic fragrance of freshly picked lavender.
Written by Emilie

A sea of motionless bodies lie before my eyes, death and destruction is everywhere, blood oozes out of the recently executed bodies.
Written by William

Happiness tastes like sensational strawberries, the juice trickles down my throat.
Written by Hannah

Fun looks like Donald Duck trying to surf.
Written by Joshua

Sadness is the colour of a dim, gloomy grey on an early winters morning.
Written by Lydia

James runs off and joins a game of cricket while I'm still standing there like an insignificant, wobbling statue in the cold.
Written by Libby

Laughter is like a beaming shade of sapphire blue.
Written by Zarah

Awesome colours of leaves, goodbye green, see you later.
Written by Isaac

Love is the colour of a gorgeous ruby red, glistening in the sunlight.
Written by Abby

Writing Detective: Nyko



She moved like a headless chicken with ants in her pants.
by Zarah


The dogs howling sounded like a tortured soul.
by Matthew

WRITING DETECTIVE: MISS AMELIA P

Sprinting for cover as the winter breeze blows furiously.   Written by Elina


Feeling overwhelmed,
Looking for peace and forgiveness,
The unbearable sight of blood and enemies,
The war goes raging on.    Written by Macy


Joy is seeing playful puppies pounce in loose food found under the table.    Written by Max C


Happiness feels like a big warm hug after a bad day.     Written by Amelia S


Her skin was as wrinkled as hen's feet but she still looked stunning on the catwalk!    Written by Libby


Her voice was like an angel's but her face, not so much   Written by Amelia S