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
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
On the morning of December 4th it was sunny. I brushed my teeth and got dressed. When I went outside I saw a big pink house and the door was open. I stood beside the door and knocked on it but no one answered. So I went in. It was a like a palace and it smelt of perfume. It was a great smell.
I walked over to a door which said Dressing Room. I went in. It was a mess and there were shoes and dresses all over the floor. I picked up a dress, and there was also a diary which said, “Fashion Show on Monday December the 5th”. I was scared because there was red lipstick on the wall. There were fashion magazines on the floor. I went upstairs and there were photographs of models and wool and knitting needles on the floor. The phone was also on the floor, with make-up scattered around.
I went down the stairs into the kitchen and saw photographs of family pets. I saw a piece of paper and it said, “Stock Number 536″. I was getting a bit scared and ran out of the door.
Jade
Seaton Primary School
1 comment December 14th, 2007
As I walked through the town my phone started to ring, I answered it and it was my boss telling me to go to a house on the east side to find out if these people had something to do with the Black Market . I didn’t know why he chose me but I went anyway.
It was a small house in need of repair. The white paint on the walls was peeling and a rusty gate had broken off its hinges and lay across the path leading to the door. There was no number on the door. I rearched for the handle, tried to open it and discovered it was unlocked. Although I didn’t have a warrant, I risked it and went inside.
I wassurprised there was no one in, so I headed for the front room. I could see they didn’t really care about the house because wallpaper was peeling off the walls, the carpets were damp and dirty, and the room smelt musty and of stale ash. I could see hundreds of cigarette ends and empty whisky bottles scattered about the floor. On an old and worn coffee table there was a framed photograph of a man and a woman, with wine glasses in their hands, looking drunk, and both had dark rings under their eyes.
Also on the table there were ten piles of cash in fifty pound notes
There was an answer machine on a stand in the corner of the room. I clicked it on and listened to the message. “Have you got the goods yet? if you do meet me at the docks at two.”
I looked at my watch and could see that it was three o’clock. Suddenly the door opened and I knew I was in trouble. Deep trouble.
Elliot
1 comment December 11th, 2007
There was a car that had been smashed up. The front of it had been all crushed up and it seemed like the car had been abandoned. The windows were smashed and the seats totally wrecked. The boot was open. In the boot there were golf clubs with blood over them. There were also stains of blood over the wrecked seats. There was a massive hole in the car where the radio or cd player would usually be.
People living in that area had heard that the person who drove the car had split up with her husband recently. They had been having a lot of arguments. The lady had found a new boyfriend. Nobody had seen her for weeks and was starting to become suspicious about what had happened. People knew where the lady lived so decided to go and investigate the house.
As they entered the house they saw photographs all over the floor and glass everywhere. In the kitchen there were smashed plates and the kitchen was a total mess. The people thought someone had been in the house and just totally wrecked it. They also thought the person wrecking it had fled in a hurry. They decided to tell the police but a few weeks later the police still hadn’t made much progress. Also the lady or her new boyfriend still hadn’t been seen.
By Owen
St Machar Academy
1 comment November 23rd, 2007
Late one November, it was snowing heavily. A caravan site near Stonehaven was buried in snow.
Artificial flowers hung from a hook attached to an expensive caravan. It was a very well kept caravan and red curtains were blowing from an open window. The door was wide open. In the living room there was a purple sofa bed. Opposite it there was a table with food half eaten on it. There were pictures of a woman and a child beside the window which had a shelf next to it.
In the kitchen the wooden floor was white oak. In the sink were plates and cutlery which were unwashed. The oven hid behind the skirting board. Next to that were a blue cupboard and drawer. There was a dirty mop in a corner.
A bedroom was decorated in different kinds of pinks. In one corner there was an unmade bed.Opposite that was a picture of a little girl. Homework lay scattered on the cream coloured carpet and clothes lay in a pile
In the another bedroom there were drawers, and one of the drawers was open, clothes hung out of it. The bed was a mess. On top of the drawers there was a jewellery box. A few items were missing.
On the bed lay a newspaper which said:”WATCH OUT,BURGLARS ABOUT!”
by Amy and Kimeya
1 comment November 21st, 2007
I was driving down a country road when I saw an old motor home and pulled over to see it. The door was wide open so I walked in. It smelt of cheap wine and stale beer.
I looked to the right and saw there were smashed wine bottles and lots of blood. I heard a weird noise coming from the toilet. There was screaming. There was a click - the sound of a cassette tape being chewed up. I looked to my left and noticed the TV, CD player and football trophies had been stolen. There was one left; it was a maths trophy. There was a pair of rubber gloves which were covered in blood.
I dashed back outside. My new shiny Red Vauxhall Corsa had been stolen and there were tyre marks leading back to Aberdeen.
Liam
Cornhill Primary School
1 comment November 21st, 2007
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