July 1947
“I never been so close to a dead man in my whole life.” Godfrey shivered, remembering. “His face was just pressed up against the glass. It was like sitting in the front row of the Criterion only it was real.” Godfrey rolled over and looked up at the perfectly blue sky.
He was lying flat on his back on Hampstead Heath. The noise of the funfair up by the pond filtered down to where he and his friends sat picnicking in the long grass. Below them the city of London lay shimmering in the heat as if it was on fire. And there were the occasional blackened patches, larger towards the east, that marked out the still derelict bombsites.

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Comment by Anita Vine on October 5, 2010 at 9:01
As the rancid aroma filled my nostrils I was petrified. I could not stop thinking about the dead body. I was so scared as fear filled my heart I walked gradually to the bombsites in the east of London as I saw the dark black ash on the floor and the wall. As I looked around I remembered my dad and friends as they all died in the bombing. Suddenly I found a secret passage way and I trotted towards it and I saw a magic portal. I went through it and I found that I had gone back in time by three years. It happened to be the year my dad died. Suddenly a flash bang struck my eyes and I saw my dad, I ran over towards him and I dragged him towards the side. He was badly wounded in the leg he hugged me as I took him to the first aid soldier, once my dad’s leg was fixed he said to me ‘you go I will stay and fight'. At that time I knew he was going back to war so I gave him the biggest hug and I said good luck as he followed a group of soldiers. I turned towards the portal and lunged through it but as I walked out on the other side I wasn’t where I should have been........
By Leon and Firas
Comment by janet dowey on October 5, 2010 at 9:34
This place was just like home but it was blank...How long was I gone for?Sudenly a large blazing fire almost cought me across my shirt and burned an newspaper to ash.But some of the title was left Lo..e. D..t.r..e. 1.0.s D.a. what did it say?What did it mean?
About five miles away was the houses of parliment left in shambels big ben crashing in to the Thames.I'v been here befor eGodfrey thought.He walked to the east of the houses of parliment and to the remains of a fun fair and a old pond of blackend water and a pile of bodies near the entrance of the fair.The air was filled with ash and flames.the ground chared from the fire and the houses mere images of what they were before.....
by conor mcnamee
Comment by janet dowey on October 5, 2010 at 9:35
I wasnt back at home i was in a world where everything was normal no bombing no recages just a normal city. I passesd a paperboy and a newspaper fell out of his bag. The date was July 1947. I paused i looked around wondering what was going on but i saw no fimilier faces. I walk for quite some tim then i came to a holt i was standing infront of a building i have seen before many more times in my life. It was the local mall. I walked in and found my mam searcing all around her getting more worried by the second. I ran over to her and gave her a big hug and said "Why are you so worried and what are you looking for?". She whiped her eyes and said to me "Who sre you and im looking for my daughter?". I froze all feelings were rushing through my head. She dosent know me she dosent even remember me, her own daughter. I repied "What are you talking about?,i am your daughter". At this moment i was petrefied. I didnt know where i was, how i got here, or why isnt there any trace of my dad and my mam dosent remember me?. I wished i never walked trough that door.
By Niccola Parkin.
Comment by janet dowey on October 5, 2010 at 9:36
I really enjoyed makeing my part of the story. I liked reading other peoples work too. This has made me have more confident writeing storys.
Comment by janet dowey on October 5, 2010 at 9:36
I liked this i think i might do it again.I liked the others as well.Keep writing
Comment by janet dowey on October 5, 2010 at 9:38
It was 1997! The world was so different no air raids, no planes and no churchill. It was so bright and vibrant. Then I looked around me everyone was ethier crying or silent something bad had happened i look towards the huge moving picture it said " Sammy Thompson here reporting from Paris it has just been comfermed that Princess Dianna is dead!"
A huge howl came from the crowd of people, who was this princess that they were crying for?
I felt a tug on my trousser leg it was the portal it was pulling me in. I tried to grab hold of something. I screamed at the crowd of people but no one was listen it was as if I was invisible. I gave as the portal pulled me quicker and harder.
Then the dark consumed me! When I open my eyes i could see the faint glow of something i thought to myself am I dead. The the light started to flicker and move. to my amazement i found myself in a hostpital not the dirty ones of home but a clean germless hostpital the doctor was trying to make me blink. I bolted up suddenly I felt the blood rush to my head i felt faint the doctor slowly layed me back down. He Said " Can you tell me your name?"
I tryied to remember but i could not even remember my own name. So I guessed "Godfray I think I am not to sure"
He smiled it was not in mock but in a kind way I had never seen one before. " You must of hit your head pretty hard I think i think you mean your name is Godfrey, My great, Great, Great uncle was called Godfrey But he disapered when he was just 13 years old, his father James spent the rest of his life looking for him they told him he was dead but our family never belives anyone i drove him completly mad!" I suddenly bust into tears my father had looked for me Rosyanna must have survived the boming. " Don't cry! "the doctor said "I did not mean to upset you!"
" No it is not that I am you great, great, great uncle I left Lodon On July 12th 1947. I went back to 1944 and save my father then i was dragged to 1997 when a woman called Princess Dianna had died But I don't know where I am now!"
The doctor started to fade. What was happening?
Then I heared it there was a evil laugh though the speakers I could Reconise that laugh anywhere. It was.......

By Amy Beckett
Comment by janet dowey on October 5, 2010 at 9:39
I really enjoyed doing and I am glad I had the chance to do this I would love to do this next year.
Comment by Janet Rothwell on October 5, 2010 at 11:34
Hitler! The most diabolical man in history. “Why are you here?” I screamed. Fear was gripping my soul. “I am here to bring Germany back in power by killing the Prime Minister, Tony Blair!” “You monster!” I shouted. “It won’t prove anything!” “Shut up!” Hitler screamed. I will kill him at exactly eight thirty! Suddenly the portal transported me back to 1944.

I saw my father. Happiness consumed me. But it didn’t last for long. My Father was at gunpoint! A dark haired man in khaki held my father against a tank. “No!” I ran to protect him. As soon as I touched him, it all changed again. I was back in 1997. “Not you again!” I screamed as Hitler held a remote for detonating a bomb in his hand. My father held my hand. I could feel his palms sweating against mine. Hitler then took out a gun and pointed it at my father. “What will you choose, young man? “Your father or your country...”

Ravi and Neil
Comment by Janet Rothwell on October 5, 2010 at 11:34
I thoroughly enjoyed this experience as I have become a better writer by listening to other people’s ideas. I would like to do this again.
Ravi and Neil
Comment by John Iona on October 5, 2010 at 12:33
Suddenly I was frozen to the spot, I didn’t know what to do. I looked at my father with tears in my eyes hoping that any moment now I would get whizzed into the future with my father knowing that it was all just a dream. But,unfortunately, nothing happened.

Unexpectedly I felt a lump in my throat and tears pricked at my eyes but I took a deep breath and held back the tears knowing that any second now my father would be dead and my country in pieces. It was a matter of life or death.

I picked up a teddy left over from the memorial and realised that princess Diana might not be the only person who dies today. I was woken from my sad thought by the click of the gun and the scream from my fathers voice for the last time.

Abigail Omane and Tegan Greenwood
Oasis Academy Enfield

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