Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ Jake asked with a sly smile on his face.

‘Too true!’ Julie frowned. ‘I always know what’s going on in your head!’

The twins stopped outside the boarded-up old house. The rusted iron gate was slightly open…almost beckoning the two eleven-year-olds to enter in.

‘Do you think they’re true…the rumours and the spooky stories?’

Julie looked even more serious than before. ‘I’m not sure about…

Hello everyone hope you have all had a good weekend. Our first Mini Write Path was a great success, and I have very much enjoyed reading all the stories. The book is being prepared at the moment and we will send you your complementary copy as soon as possible. Highlights for me - having a wonderful video call with participants at the International School of Cape Town, the fact that graphic novel day worked (!), seeing the photos schools uploaded and watching the fab videos prepared for us by…

Here are some of our Year 6 class hard at work.

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Fantastic stories so far.... we are all set to write the next paragraph. Lets get writing!

Good morning everyone, we are very excited here this morning to be part of this great project. I have just printed off the first paragraphs ready for the pupils to get started and they are fantastic! Fingers crossed all runs smoothly! Good luck to the following schools and really looking forward to reading how the story develops.

The Trouble with Fairies

The trouble with fairies is they’re so tiny. Tiny bodies, tiny wings, tiny arms, tiny legs.  Tiny heads. You know the saying pea-brain? Well a fairy with a brain the size of a pea would be a fairy genius. If you ask them to add two plus two, they won’t say four, or even five, they’ll say something like “a fox” or “as much cheese as I…

It snowed in the night. By the time I woke up, the snow was so deep that it came halfway up the windows, filling the house with a strange, eerie light. The fields around were white and smooth, all the way to the dark woods beyond, and the road was completely hidden. We were snowed in.

‘Fantastic!’ said my…

If Jon didn’t open his curtains then he could still pretend that it was an ordinary Monday morning, he still had to brush his teeth and then he’d pick up his schoolbag and go downstairs. Just like every morning. Just like normal.

Only this wasn’t the same old Monday morning. This was four weeks into ‘The worst rain this millennium!’ like Dad shouted at Mum over dinner last night,…

One step. Just one step is all that it will take. As I stand upon the cliff edge, I wonder if I’m prepared for this. I’ve triple-checked everything. But there is still the chance that something will go terribly wrong. The countdown in my head has begun...3...2...1...

They might as well have tried to book the most boring holiday they could think of. There we were, the four of us, arriving in this dismal cottage in the middle of nowhere. In the dark. It was cold, and Mum said it was too late to light a fire, and of course there was no central heating. So the only thing to do was go to bed, and even then it took half an hour to warm up.…

“What in thunder??” Captain Grogbottle’s roar echoed round the bridge. The ship’s engines of the SS Tintanium had suddenly stopped working. One minute they had been pushing the great ship through the Ocean’s waters, but now they were dead. Then the Captain began barking orders left and right. Worried-looking officers leapt to obey, pushing buttons, checking instruments, talking in urgent, hushed voices. “Engine room, engine room.” One of the…

From Beneath

Waves the size of houses tossed the trawler back and forth like matchwood. The storm had taken the Captain by surprise. Never in his thirty years at the helm had he seen a front move in with such speed, black clouds moving with preternatural fury.

What had summoned them, the captain didn’t know. He knew…

Sandra Elliott was shopping in town when she realised that something had changed.  At first she thought it was something outside - a building had been knocked down, perhaps, or a road re-routed while she had been away. But it was more than that.  For a dizzy moment she wondered if she had been transported into a parallel world, where everything was only nearly the same as the one she knew, and that in this world everyone had three legs or two…

The weatherman got it wrong - again!  He said it was going to be cool and bright this week but, instead, we got almost a metre of snow.  He hadn't warned us that we would end up snowed in at school, unable to get home for three full days.  Mind you - he hadn't warned us about a lot of things.  Like the creatures beneath the snow.  Frozen corpses that had climbed up through the icy cracks in the frozen ground to crawl beneath the white stuff,…

I don't know why, but I just thought that teachers didn't really have a life outside of school. Not that I'd ever thought about it that much - I mean who really cares what teachers do after school? - but I guess, somewhere in my head, I kind of assumed that they lived and slept in the school building...that that was all they did.

So to see Mr Hitchcock there - of all places…

The house at the end of the street looked quite ordinary, at first glance. It had four windows, each wearing fussy net curtains, a sturdy blue front door and flower-filled hanging baskets on either side of the porch. The number thirteen glittered in the morning sunlight. If it hadn’t been for the two stone lions at the edge of the driveway, I might have continued on my way to school and never noticed anything unusual at…

Tom could hear Dad dashing around in a panic downstairs. It was the same every day. The frantic search for his keys. His phone. His wallet.

Any minute now Mum would be rolling her eyes, telling him that if he put things away this wouldn’t happen. Dad would splutter in response, finding his belongings at the last minute and charge out of the door – only to reappear moments later…

Hello everyone- 'Happy World Book Day!'

We are a small, semi-rural primary school, situated on the banks of the Exe Estuary. Our classroom overlooks Dawlish Warren and Exmouth in the distance.

We have a mixed age class with years 4,5, & 6.

This is the first time we have taken part in this project and we are all excited to be involved. As a class we have been studying graphic novels and the features of this genre of text.

Many of our…