03/10/2012 Michael Lawrence

It was an insane day. First the goldfish. Then the wheelie bin. Finally the cats and dogs raining from the sky. Let me tell you about it, starting with when I woke up. The sun was shining, I was off school with my arm in a sling, and everything was perfect.

       But then...


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Comment by Daniel Robinson on October 3, 2012 at 9:14

By Charlotte Safa, Holy Trinity Primary School, Wimbledon UK

….   CRASH BANG WOLLOP!!! There was a fight. As I walked towards it a policemen came up to me.

I asked him “What is going on here?’’

“Aren’t you supposed to be at school’’ he replied in a low voice.

“Yes,” I said to him, “but I wanted to see what was going on down here.’’

“Well go on then, people will be wondering where you are.” So off I went to school wondering what had happened.

That night I got home. I was tossing and turning all over my bed. I could not sleep. I was desperate to find out what had happened. So that very morning I went downstairs to find that the fight had not stopped since. I got so terrified to find out what would happen next, so I carried on watching the news and it said that someone had to be taken to hospital because the fight was so serious. I felt so sorry for the person that got injured. I wondered if they would go to prison. But who started the fight, what was the point and why was a goldfish involved?

Comment by Rosie Pike on October 3, 2012 at 10:49

I donned some suitable clothes for looking round the site where the fight had happened. I brought my magnifying glass, some fish food, my rucksack with a banana sandwich and some lemonade.

 Arriving at the site of the fight, I saw nothing amiss but when I looked at the floor I saw droplets of blood leading to the wheelie bin. Inside there was a dead man and I dragged him out. When I looked at his neck I saw the word ‘GOLDFISH’ etched in blood. I ran over to a telephone booth and punched the numbers 999 into the telephone. I listened intently; there was a faint click and a lady stated:

“Hello, emergency services. Which service do you require”?

“Police,” I replied frantically.

“Connecting you now,” the lady replied.

Then a man took the line: “Hello, police.”

“There is a dead man outside a wheelie bin where the big fight was with the word ‘GOLDFISH’ on his neck,” I said,

Then the man muttered “GOLDFISH, go home now, it is not safe there.”

Without questioning him, I slammed down the phone and opened the door. Suddenly a cat fell out of the sky.

Joshua Cawthray Stern, Max Potts, Joshua Miles Bishop Stortford College

Comment by WP Central on October 3, 2012 at 11:48

“Jeepers, where did that come from!” I exclaimed. Something fishy must be going on here. The policeman’s warning ringing in my ears, I rush home. What could this all mean? I’m overwhelmed with a sense of fear. Why did the policeman say it’s not safe? Nothing exciting happens in Salmon Street.


I hear the television on in the front room; Mum must be home.


“... I repeat, it is not safe. Stay in your homes. Lock all doors and windows...” the reporter is stressing, panic rising in his voice “... the police are doing all they can, but the murderer’s actions have so far been unpredictable. Please be alert...”


Rooted to the spot in the doorway, something catches my eye. The water in my goldfish bowl is red. Blood!? My mind races back to the words GOLDFISH etched in blood on the dead body. I scream. “Noooooooo!!”


I jump. There’s a bang at the door...



Sophie and Laura. Quiz Writing Team: Renaissance Learning

Comment by Charlotte Barton on October 3, 2012 at 13:46

The devilish face seemed familiar. It looked like the dead body I had seen earlier, "maybe the man was not dead..." There was a dark shadow, but I could not see the horrific face anymore. This was a mysterious case that had to be solved! Suddenly, I heard footsteps tiptoeing up and down the stairs. Bravely, I walked up the stairs, there was a tingle running through my body. As I walked up some more steps, the lights turned off in a flash...

I had appeared in my bedroom and I found my  cupboard door open,and all my clothes had been chucked from my wardrobe onto the ragged floor. I heard the footsteps again, but as I reached out to open my door it was locked, and I heard my door slam, all my crisp wrappers on the floor flew in the air. I doubt that it was the dead man I saw earlier. My phone was ringing, so I answered it, but there was no one there. Was this a scheme or something? Because I am getting so freaked out!

Sade, Sadia, Salama & Diandra

Globe Academy


Comment by Allison Painich on October 3, 2012 at 14:58
The phone rang again, and I answered it. I said, "Hello" in a scared voice. The voice I heard was right behind me, breathing. I kicked down the door and ran until I heard the foot steps. I called the police and said, "I have an emergency." The police laughed and said, "It's just a prank or your imagination." I hung up the phone scared and nervous. Now, I hear banging on the walls and him laughing. As I called for my mom, there was more banging. When I opened the door there was blood on the walls, and I thought of my mom. I called for my mom again, and there was no answer. I tried to run to the basement, but the light cut off again. I grabbed a knife and tried to face him, but as the familiar face comes out I noticed it was my dad. I wanted to stab him, but instead I asked a lot of questions. The only thing he said was, "All of this was a prank" with a smirk on his face. My mom came upstairs and tried to hug me. Instead of hugging her, I pushed her and ran to my room and locked my door for the night.

Good Shepherd School
New Orleans, Louisiana, USA

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