Isla's Online Journal

The flow of violent traffic fills Diagon Alley. Witches and wizards scurry pass Harry, vigorously making their way to be first through the doors of the waking shops. Hanging signs flip to be open, and the old wooden doors invite the people to enter and explore.

‘It’s good to be back,’ thought Harry as he wanders down the familiar and never changing alleyway. All kinds of magical and mysterious stores fulfil life into the historic street. 

As he ventures, a reflecting amber flash hits the corner of his eyes. Capturing his attention. Focusing his awareness to the shining grand pendulum clock perching in the window of an unusual and unfamiliar shop. On the windowsill, lurking beside the ticking clock, a radiant bookmark hovers in mid-air, above a book that’s laid open. 

The exterior of the shop is formed with ordinary red bricks, with bulging arching old fashioned windows, lined with black edges. Tired vines creep through the cracks; adventuring upwards, chaotically spreading along the front surface of the shop. 

Hesitantly walking over, he notices the sign hanging from the above the rustic oak door. It reads ‘The Tales of Tomorrow’. Curiosity hit Harry like a wave. 

As he pushes down on the golden handle of the front door; advancing through the doorway a bell somewhere in the store chimes, announcing his presence. The store itself is dark and alluring. He begins to look around.

Long timber strips channels along the floor. A scent of lavender hovers in the air. It is a large and long rectangular room, full of endearing bursts of light. The walls are covered with differing sizes of portraits, all exhibiting photos of planets rotating in their frames.

A cascading staircase descends from a balcony above the back of the store. The balcony contains multiple shelves containing thousands of books, neatly piled on top of another. Downstairs, additional books lined the lower trim of the walls. Also some suspending in mid-air. Floating. Each book in the shop expresses an aura, brimming with a shining aurora of light, alluring you in to read its story.

A desk stood at the far end of the store messily camouflaged in pens, bookmarks and stacks of paper. Leaning over the edge of the desk, sat a lamp. Glowing. Against the back wall, lingers a grand framed moving painting. The painting displays popular landmarks from all over the world, changing every few seconds. Swirling at the end of each change, acting like a porthole, transporting the viewer to another place. 

But this captivating store had one main element to it that made Harry gaze in amazement. The shop roof was non-excitant. Rather than a roof, displayed were trillions of stars shining enchantingly through the ceiling of this book store, ‘Tales of Tomorrow’.

Sunrise began. The vibrante exquisite colours painted on the moody clouds, reflect below onto the burning crisp snow capped mountain tops. The ancient oaks sigh, as the first beam of sunlight burst throughout the woods. The woods sat peacefully, out of sight and far beyond the barrier of the active city. Untouched.Undamaged. Only known by the native animals, that cowardly hibernating inside the walls of the woods, not wanting to risk their security that the woods provided. The leaves act as the exterior boundary of the woods, guarding the historical life that is consumed inside. But an unknown magic concealed deep into the mythical woods. 

Mr Jones of the Manor Farm.  The hen-houses locked for night. Jones, too drunk to shut the pop-holes. His lantern, with the ring of light. Dancing from side to side. Lurched across the yard. Kicked off his boots. Drew himself a last glass of beer. Then made his way up to bed. Where Mrs Jones was already snoring. 

Short Sentences: Home free

Sighing with relief. I let go of all the tension that I just witnessed. I have achieved. Finally escaped. Everything is in the past.  Finished. The feeling of freedom. I have made it. 

Sighing with relief. I let go of all the tension that I just witnessed. I have achieved. Finally escaped. Everything is in the past.  Finished. The feeling of freedom. I have made it. This all started when; continuous suspicious crunching footsteps, creeping closer. I looked behind me and  I was sprinting away before you could even say a word. 

Without the letter W:

Once Noah forcefully pulled the historic timber gate to a close, the feeling of freedom hit him like a storm. He started to break into steady jog, descending the deserted street, embracing the sodden surroundings. The same familiar surrounding he has accepted for the entireness of his life.  Delicate droplets of rain splatter continuously on his fluorescent blue rain jacket. He has forever loved rainy days. Rain isn’t represented by sadness for Noah but how it gives him a sense of excitement.  

Today, an important day for Noah, had finally begun. About a year ago, an opportunity appeared. Noah has been training very hard. This event has been evaluated and planned out for quite some time. But today the race day starts!

Without the letter M:

Once Noah forcefully pulled the historic wooden gate to a close, the feeling of being free hit Noah like a wave. He started to break into steady jog, descending the deserted street, accepting the sodden surroundings. The consistent surrounding he has accepted for the entireness of his life. Delicate droplets of rain splatter continuously on his fluorescent blue rain jacket. He has forever loved rainy days. Rain isn’t represented by sadness for Noah but how it gives Noah a sense of adventure.  

Today, a significant day for Noah, had finally begun. About a year ago, an opportunity appeared. Noah has been training very hard. This event has been evaluated and planned out for quite some time. But today was the race day!

Pig

Negative:

• Greedy
• Stinky
• Obeast 
• Hungry
• Rapacious 
• Repulsive

Positive:

• Friendly
• Intelligent
• Affectionate
• Loving 

Hot 

Negative:

• Boiling 
• Scorching 
• Sweltering 
• Blistering 
• Flaming
• Burning

Positive: 

• Warm
• Pleasant
• Tropical 
• Sunny
• Mild 
• Pleasant
•  

Wolf 

Negative:

• Vicious
• Sneaky
• Deadly

Positive: 

• Loyal
• Trustful
• Cute
• Friendly

A Summers Day in Wanaka!

Tropically radiant sun simmering down, reflecting on the refreshing lake. A delicate breeze brushing the warm layer of the lake.The crystal clear water mirror the blue bird sky, making it the perfect summer day. 

The scolding lake begging for a cloudy day, boiling with hatred for the flaming sun. The scorching heat burn the environment, toasting the gasping surrounding. 

He stood there next to his mother, hand outstretched towards the sky. They were both protected by their long coats and a large black umbrella held by the tall woman. Their bright yellow gumboots, were the only thing giving off warmth. The mother and her son were soaked to the core, as the rain had been cascading down for many hours.

They had known that something strange was happening when they had first heard the storm back at home. The normal, distant rumble of thunder had been accompanied by a strange wind, almost a whooshing sound. The only time the boy had heard a noise like that before was when they’d been near a busy motorway.

They stared up at the remarkable view above them, and wondered what on earth was happening

The pair looked up at the sky. The clouds which had been gathering for a few hours, now were a worrying shade of black. To their surprise, they saw a shoal of enormous fish swimming through the cloud-filled sky. The fish of which there appeared to be thousands were moving at tremendous speed. The boy stood solid to the sodden ground, embracing what he thought was just the wildness of his imagination. 

Secret Magic

Bella had always been different from the other children at school. They looked at her strangely, and she would often hear them whispering about her when they thought she wasn’t there. Sometimes they whispered about her even when they knew she was listening.   

Every evening when Bella returned home, her real life began. The everyday worries of school and other children were banished from her mind. Bella had another life. A life that was secret. A life that was magical.

Bella had magic in her finger tips; for years she had performed the most incredible feats. One night, as she clambered over the rooftops, with her trusted and faithful companion, she could feel the magic coursing through her body. It warmed her, like the glowing embers of a comforting fire. All of a sudden she felt alive. Tonight was going to be a night to remember! Bella walked over the tiles. She held her arms. Her hair blew in the wind. 

It all began with his mind. This was where his true power lay.

The slightest idea would burst magnificently into life at the slightest twitch. If he imagined fire, flames would appear. If he imagined happiness, people around him would beam with smiles. If he imagined pain, darkness would erupt the light. Leaving heartache and sorrowful whenever he roamed. The Magician discovered his powers a great time ago, they first started when he plucked the vibrate white rose delicantly from the flower bed from deep in the south woods. From the point in time, the magicians life was never the same again.

He learnt to control his mind over the years, manipulating his incredible powers to serve whatever purpose. Today, though, he was angry. As he imagined anger, chaos broke loose.

Personal Pronouns: 

• I
• You
• Me
• We
• She/He 
• It 
• They 
• Him/Her
• Us 
• Them 

First Paragraph: 3rd Person

Second Paragraph: 3rd Person

Third Paragraph:  1st Person

Fourth Paragraph: 3rd Person

Fifth Paragraph: 1st Person

My 1st Person Paragraph:

Once I forcefully pulled the historic wooden gate to a close, the feeling of freedom hit me like a wave. I start skipping down the deserted street, embracing the sodden surroundings I have known for the entireness of my life.  Delicate droplets of rain splatter continuously on my fluorescent blue rain jacket. I have always loved rainy days. Rain isn’t represented by sadness for me, but how it expresses moodiness and how it has a sense of excitement. 

3rd Person Paragraph:

Once she forcefully pulled the historic wooden gate to a close, the feeling of freedom hit her like a wave. She started to skip down the deserted street, embracing the sodden surroundings. The same surrounding she has known for the entireness of her life.  Delicate droplets of rain splatter continuously on her fluorescent blue rain jacket. She has always loved rainy days. Rain isn’t represented by sadness for her, but how it gives her the sense of excitement. 

An increasing puddle formed at the base of where the boy stood. Whimpering sounds echoed through his lips, escaping into the sorrowful air. Choking on his own tears. He swallowed his agony, with hateful blurry eyes. His chest rose and fell, in a unrhythmic pace. His fists relaxed with hopelessness, releasing the accumulation of misery that’s built up inside his soul. His body trembled as he surrendered to the darkness. 

Whimpering in longing, begging to adventure out into the wild world, the dog was desperate to go for a walk. Collecting the leash tightly in its jaw. The dog trotted hopefully over to the revoltingly smelling master. Brushing its nose against his leg, lovingly naging for the opportunity to stretch his legs. 

Stabbing into your heart. Stealing the warmth left inside your soul. Suffocating the hope of comfort. The temperature fell. Ice formed around the visible breath. Reflecting the heat of the sun.

In her wild imagination, the little girl sat in her wonderland. Out of sight of life and beyond the boundaries of the active city. Without the accompany of anyone, she felt freedom rush through her veins; free to get lost in the extent of her imagination. Below the never ending piles of books, she sat on her bright blue armchair enhanced in the book lying on her pat.