Following the launch of the first two books by Reading Bus youngsters, we now have an interactive Books section. So now you can start flipping through the pages of Search Inside and From West Africa to Old Aberdeen online.
Happy reading!
Add comment May 13th, 2008
The setting is very peaceful. It’s a nice farm with lots of animals all eating grass. There are lots of trucks with really noisy engines. This cottage has a large grafito tag of a devil on the roof which also has blue and green paint on the walls below. The chimney is missing a few bricks and is very unstable. The windows are shattered by drum sticks and guitars, which seem to be intact. The bathroom sink is broken in half and the toilet, strangely enough, is missing. The walls are in the colour red with the floor being bright orange. A window is open just a little crack. What a strange house.
Suddenly, a young boy looking round about the age of 14 came in from the blazing sun outside. He looked around the horrifying house and saw a large photo of a rocker playing his guitar. He was amused by the fancy clothes and the arrow-shaped guitar which said on it, “Beware me”. In the kitchen food was everywhere. What a strange house. Upstairs lay a black cat with claws as sharp as sharks’ teeth, and a shirt on it, saying, “AC/DC”. What a strange house. Further on in the house was a bedroom that had bright yellow stools and on top of them lay some shiny tickets for the band the boy had always wanted to see. The boy snatched the tickets and ran out of the room. As he did, he trampled over the cat and fell downstairs, and then with one final sprint the boy ran out of the house.
1 comment February 6th, 2008
It was a bare flat, scruffy and dirty, but two things stood out the most: a massive TV set and a sparkling 24 carat gold watch. Hanging on the wall was a lottery ticket saying, “Winner!” Beside it was a picture of a man getting a seven million pound cheque.
The light was flickering on and off. The battered door hung off its hinges, making a creaking noise, and a horrible smell wafted in from the kitchen. In the kitchen, the blackened stove was still on, burning little bits of meat inside.
Through a crack in a broken cupboard door there was a half-open box. Gleaming jewellery hung out of it. Next to the cupboard a calendar was pinned to the wall, and the date of the sixth of August was circled with a red marker pen, and inside it said, “Friend’s stag night party.”
On the scratched dining table there was a colourful brochure about how to drive a Ferrari, and beside it there were papers waiting to be signed, with a credit card lying on top.
A hole in the ceiling dripped water onto the stove, making a sizzling noise, and upstairs a banging noise came from the bathroom. Inside the bathroom a man was bound to pipes, muttering the word, “Help!” repeatedly, and a crowbar lay beside him.
He was a young man of about 24, dressed in smart leather shoes, a blazer, striped tie, black trousers, and a belt with a shiny, golden buckle. A cold draught blew in through the open window and the sound of a police siren in the distance was getting louder and louder.
By Adam and Fraser
Kittybrewster Primary School
1 comment January 30th, 2008
It was Saturday morning. It was sunny day outside. My mum told to go to the shop, to buy some fruits. When I went outside, my neighbour was there. His name was Mr Stephen. Mr Stephen told me something but I wasn’t listening. So I just past him and went to the shop. Next day I woke up and I saw dark day in my window. It was really dark like at night, but at night it was sunny. My room was a pink colour but now it’s black. My clothes were in black colour. There were no people outside. I had a big room, but now it was smaller and smaller. I went downstairs. I asked my mum what was wrong, but she didn’t anwser…She was just standing. I was so scared of it, because everithing was getting smaller and everything was getting in black colour. I went to my mum’s and dad’s room, to see if something was changing. There was a smell like a fire. Alarm was ringing. I started screaming and then I fell asleep. It was th next day -morning. Woke up and the first thing I did, i just looked at the walls. My room was pink, outside it was a sunny day. I ran downstairs to see if my mum was there. I asked my mum ‘ What’s wrong with everything? Where’s fire, where’s black colours on the walls’? And then my mum said ‘ Are ok’? What’s wrong with you?’
Add comment December 21st, 2007
I just arived at the junk yard. It was pitch black. I clicked on my torch. I walked a couple of yards and stopped. I heared a loud BANG! I turned around really really quicly. I shone my torchch. It was only a pile of falling down cars.
I walked over to the fallen down cars. Next to the car was a white glow. I walked towards it. I entered. BANG! I tripped over the rusty steps and found my face in a tray of mouldy old Chinese food. I pulled my face out. I wiped my face clean of the smelly old noodles. The caravan was a smelly old wreck. I almost tripped over again but this time it was a pair of trousers twice the size of me. Then I tripped over again, but this time it was a handle. I lifted up the hatch to see…
Add comment December 19th, 2007
In the busy city of New York there lies an underground warehouse. On the corrugated steel roof you can hear rain drops pelt down like bullets. The storm outside draws closer and closer like something trying to torment you.
Inside the warehouse there is a huge stack of bills and complaints but the top one reads: ‘don’t do it John it’s not worth it’. To the nearest wall there is a calendar with a bold blood red x on the 21st of september
Add comment December 19th, 2007
The door was open and the man looked in very carefully at the very clean kitchen. He looked around at everything and he knew that there was no one there because there was no sound. So he looked around the house to see what there was. He looked into a wardrobe in the very clean bedroom and he found photos of whoever lived there, cookery books, chef hats and awards.The owner of the house came back from his famous restaurant and saw that all of his belongings were smashed up. He was mad and he phoned the police and they caught the man who smashed everything, and he had to pay for the stuff he smashed.
Steven
Add comment December 19th, 2007
A very small cottage stood in front of me. The cottage had loads of trees around it, with a path leading down to the cottage. I opened the door having a look around; I saw a red hair band with a bow on it lying on the floor. The walls were all brown and quite dull. The cottage smelt like freshly baked cakes and a pie sitting on the counter with steam coming out of it. I could hear little voices singing outside. I went up the stairs and on them there is a glass slipper. In one bedroom there are SEVEN small beds and in another bedroom there are two normal sized beds. A note on one of the normal sized beds saying, “we have put the bed out for your sleepover…. Love SD P.S have fun!”
Out the window I can see an old lady with a black cloak walking up a hill and a crow flying above her. I went into another room and saw something I never want to see again…!
Add comment December 18th, 2007
As he approached the cottage, wind chimes hanging from the porch echoed in the summer’s breeze, and a ‘missing’ poster flapped, but stayed firmly tied to the fence.The front gate creaked as he slowly pushed it open, and as he walked down the cracked garden path, to the sides of him were overgrown plants and uncut grass. He also noticed a thin goat tied to a wooden post.
He stepped through the front door, which was hanging on one of its hinges.
The inside of the house had an obvious modern theme to it. On the coffee table in the small living room, there was a tear-stained marriage certificate among other documents and letters, indecipherable, as they appeared to have been soaked in water.
He edged back out into the hall, and his attention was drawn to a large tear in the carpet leading from the bottom of the stairs to the middle of the floor.
He walked up the small staircase, around 10 steps or so, to the only bedroom in the house. The upstairs smelled strongly of lavender, and was more old-fashioned than downstairs. Except it was a mess. There was blood on the pillows, the duvets were thrown into a heap, drawers tipped out and jewellery strewn on the floor, as if someone had left in a rush.
He fled from the house and sprinted through the quiet village, away from the horrifying scene that had met his eyes in the bathroom…
June
St Machar Academy
1 comment December 18th, 2007
In a deserted neighbourhood stood a huge house surrounded by leafless trees. This house was the only one for miles. The grass at the front of the house was dull and dry; it looked like it hadn’t been cut for weeks. There lay a sign placed in the grass; it read ‘BEWARE OF DOG’.
Although the garden wasn’t very attractive the actual house was dazzling. The doorbell was made out of pure gold and the owners names were carved in an incredibly, posh and expensive looking marble block attached firmly on the door, “The Brookes”. For such a swell looking house the door was wide open. The hall, kitchen, lounge and dining room were completely empty. It was the perfect scene for tumbleweed. A light still hung in the hall. It flickered on and off for several times until it finally lost all power. The kitchen made a terrible noise that surrounded the house. Suddenly a BIG grey figure came running down the stairs and ran out the door. It was a dog. As I started to go upstairs, there was an awful smell. It was a strong, eye bleeding smell that I had to cover my nose for. It was disgusting. I did not want to encounter it again.
By Rowena
St Machar Academy
1 comment December 18th, 2007
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