August 30

100wc #46

it was fabulose!

it was phenomenal! 

it was bright!

and then suddenly, it went dark!

i looked towards the sky. the sun was covered by the moon. it looked like something out of a super-natural film!

it was fabulous

it was phenomenal

it was dark

and then suddenly, it went light!

i had never seen such crazy happenings!

it was truly spectacular!

how’s it possible?

i was in awe of the colors  and the veiw! 

would i ever live to see another?

could i ever be amazed as much as i was the night i saw my first ever eclipse.


August 26

the lady in blue.

  • Big Question #2: What would make this book better?  + Big Question #4: Why did the writer write this?
  • + Big Question #1: What makes this book good? 


what would make this book better?

i think that to make this book better is that the author could have described how and why the lady in blue could not remember her own daughter.

why did the writer write this?

i believe that the author has some connection to forgetfulness and tragic losses. and that in the writers life someone who was very close to their heart died or got amneisia.

what makes this book good?

the good thing about this book is that lots of people can relate to the daughter and its reasuring them that there are people who have forgotten everything and thatere are people who loose someone. if its death, or if its something else.



thanks for reading!


August 26

100wc, week #45

it was fine until we where there!

we walked in.

it was not to scary.

we entered further.

my friend whispered to me,” go left “. that was where the scary old Halloween things where.

we turned left, as soon as we shut the door. we where enclosed by darkness. a small LED candle flickered on.

followed by another, and another, until there was a path of candles leading us on.

until… something…black…tall…and…quite…real. jumped!

…as it came rushing towards us we… fled! we bolted out and into the cool dark glow of the moon.

we stared at each other…

“never, again!”

August 19

My Forever Home
By Gail

I wander along the road miles from where I used to call home. I had been booted out just once too often and was now on the look out for a place I could be comfortable living in forever.
I scavenged food for weeks before finding myself the perfect spot.
No one in sight, just plenty of birdlife, magnificent trees and mountains of bush. This is home, I thought, the minute I laid eyes on it.

My very first adventure in my new home was to climb to the very top of the highest tree and look out.
Wow, I thought, a sea view. I had found my favourite spot. This would be my daytime spot.

That night it started to rain. Just a shower at first, but then it got quite heavy, so I ran towards an old water pipe. Wow this is the life, favourite tree, cosy bedroom. What more could I ask for. The best thing was there was no one to bug me.

I had to walk around at night to get food for myself. People left food out at their back doors and I knew exactly where to go and find it. That was always in the middle of the night. If they saw me there in the day time they would tell me to go away. I guess they didn’t want a scruffy thing like me messing up their uppity seaside neighbourhood.

I don’t know how long I had been there but one morning I awoke to big bangs right by my bedroom. I came out yawning and stretching to find machinery there digging the land. No one took any notice of me. They just kept on digging and in the process destroyed my bedroom.

Every morning I was woken by the same noise but I refused to leave. This is my home and they aren’t going to move me on, I thought. I would just climb my tree for the day and watch. It was all very interesting and I had no idea what they were doing.

Then a very big red truck arrived and it had plenty of wood on it. After a few days they had built a viewing platform for me. I now had a massive bedroom underneath the platform.
Wow, could my life get any better?

After the platform was erected some people came. They were taking photos so I jumped up on the platform and posed for them. They had a young boy with them and he came down to see me. He sat down by me and told me I had very big ears. How insulting. But he seemed nice and I heard his mum saying that I looked hungry. Soon after they left and came back with some food for me. It was really nice food.

As the weeks went by the platform grew and a roof went on. It had become a house. I would sit on the roof and look out to the sea. What a life. It had three flights of stairs and the same family came two or three times a week and every time they bought food for me. I really liked them and missed them when they weren’t there.

Then something huge happened, A big truck arrived with furniture and they started bringing it into my new house. I wondered what was happening at first. Then I saw the family.
The mum came in with a big comfortable looking box with a fluffy blanket in it.
I knew when the family all stood and looked at me that they wanted me to get inside the box. I jumped right in. Wow, I thought, I have a nice kind family. They all moved in that day.
Of course I rule the roost, after all, I was here first, but I have no complaints. They have become my forever family. I am now a lot bigger so my ears don’t look too big anymore and I have a best friend. The young boy who came to play with me on the platform two years ago. His name is Ethan.
I sleep on his bed every night and if I go outside in the cold he worries about me.
I hear him at the door calling for me. “Come on Sammie, here puss puss puss. Come in, it’s cold outside.” And when he arrives home every afternoon he picks me up and cuddles me. He is worth purring for.



sammie is a cat who was a stray and was adopted my a family moving to his perch next to the sea side.


sammie is , as I believe , an average cat. He likes cuddles and nature, and can’t keep in his adventurouse , or cuddly spirt.


i belive that sammie is a kind and optimistic soul and is like an average cat, cuddly, adventurouse and parcialy ferousouse.


i think that sammie is social cat. Because he was searching for a place he could call his own, and he enjoyed the company of the family, though he does like his independance as many cats do, because he told us that he enjoyed that there was no one at his new home.


sammie obviously sees that life can be harsh but you can have luck and he enjoys life now.


Thanks for reading my reflection on this story, stay colourful!🌸💜🦄😀🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

August 15

100wc week44


yes walrus.

have you herd the joke about the penguins?

no. no i have not.

here it is then.

one day a zoo transporter was transporting puienguins. and the truck broke down, it was a hot day. so he was worried about the puienguins. thats when a hippie drove up to him and said that he could help. ” please take these pueinguins to the zoo! “

“sure thing!” the hippie answered ” here is some money just to say thanks.”

so the hippie drove off with the penguins,

later that day the truck driver saw the man with the penguins!

” what are you doing!!!” the driver said.

the hippie answered: ” well we went to the zoo so now we are going to the movies”.

did you like it sealie?


August 8

100wc week#43

that was annoyingi am listening to a quite watered violin and i am sitting on a prickely scarlet cushion!, i hate! HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE!!! stupid music recitals!! its not even the real thing! and i can tell you now that only 20% of these recitals are actualy music! why did i sign up to be a music critic for the anual concert!!! oh. now i remember, i was not myself that day… i had a cold and i was distracted with the little sparkels on my shirt, i thought they meant actual music! not this ecscuse  for music!!

August 6

Steamed windows

A theme in this was loss, deafness, and friendship I saw the theme of loss when she said she enjoyed music but she could not listen to it anymore, another one was just the whole topic of deafness and how that effected her, And friend ship was when she and jade where drawing on the steamed windows

The author is saying that there are deaf people out there and we need to respect that they are deaf and that we should be more open to them and try and learn sign language.

i See this when made and alexia are trying to have a conversation because that a board and they can’t have proper convo because she can’t hear anything.

and there a people out there who are deaf and they have either been deaf since birth and never hard a sound or they tragically lost their seance of hearing. On thing that I have that is a connection is that my dad told me that he had a friend and that that friends perants where deaf so my dad just Learnt OZ lan. Another I have is that Bridget and I saw some deaf people communicating with funny hand movements so we tried out speaking on sign language and now we both know the OZ lan alfabet.

It’s the only thing, if I really, really listen I can sometimes hear it, but it’s quiet, muted. It’s like its playing, softly inside a sound proof room and I’m outside the door, sitting and straining to hear

That is a copy from the story steamed Windows and here we have  quite a good representation of figurative language

see here it say that it’s like  and when it says this it’s usually comparing it to something.

It paits a picture that she longs to listen to music but she can never quite get enough of it. And this is true, as human beings we like to listen to music because it expresses fealing.


a repeating pattern in this story is that she often has to sat that she is deaf and that she thinks that she can’t do anything anymore because she can’t listen to her passion. And humans enjoy music because it expresses what they understand and their opinion and music is the perfect way for us to relax or get ready for a party or just gentry shake up the mood with a pop song off Spotify.


one thing that the author says about the theme is that she woke up from amnesia and felt quite stressed that she could see people talking but she could not hear them.  And that people take there senses for granted

If I was alexia I found freak out and start screaming!!! I lov listening to things and I think that my life would take a downfall if I could never listen to music. And I won’t take my senses for granted any more, I truly think I am blessed that I can listen a feel and see and taste and smell!

i think people would agree with this because it would be truly scary to have hearing one minute and not the next minute!

August 3

100wc week 42#

well… in short i was having a good day… until ALL power went out! even the wifi was shut off!!!

i know… NO WIFI = NO FUN

so that was boring!

then we realized that without any power there was no hot water… so throughout the week the pile of dished crept slowly to the roof and we started to stink… and our car is an electric car soooo we where pretty much stranded… my sisters did not seem to mind… except Angie she is a teenager so ever day she was more and more angry that she could not go see jimmy but just as i was considering jumping off the top floor onto the foreboding snow in only a t shirt and shorts… but then the flash made me re-think… it was a lamp!

oh yessssss the winter break would not be ruind!