YEAR 5 WRITING
The Lost Thing
By Kaila Grace
One early morning, I was out in the forest, wandering around and enjoying the nature around me, until I noticed something unusual. I was staring at the lovely, tall trees and saw something that looked like a teeny little tree stump with sharp leaves on the end of it. When I looked closer, I saw something that looked like glass, stained glass. “What is that thing?” I asked myself. I kept observing the tree until I realised, it wasn’t actually a tree. It was something completely different.
I stood back to think, but while I was, the tree started to move. “What is that?” I yelled out. I jumped back in fear as the tree grew taller and taller. I knew that trees can grow, but not that fast! The tree grew even more tall until it stopped growing. It stood ominously. I was stunned. I could confirm to myself that it definitely wasn’t a tree. The thing was wobbling and struggling to stay still. I spun around the thing a few times to see what was happening, until I heard a noise. Snap Snap! I didn’t expect to hear that sound, I didn’t even know where it was coming from! I looked around one more time until I noticed, it’s legs were stuck in a bush! Just then, I knew how to help.
I remembered, my house was not far away, so I knew I could grab the scissors from my desk and run all the way back. I looked back at the thing and ran as fast as I could to my house. I ran until I couldn’t feel my legs. By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I wanted to just sleep in my bed until I remembered what I was at my house for. I needed to help the Lost Thing! I ran to my room, snatched the scissors off my desk, then ran as fast as I could back. I ran through the maze the trees created, until I saw the Lost Thing still struggling. Once the Thing saw me, it made a happy noise. It was cute. I refocused on my main goal and snipped the vines off the Things legs.
The Thing was so happy, almost as happy as someone who won the world championship of something. It was bouncing up and down, spinning and celebrating. It was super happy. I was happy for it, too. After we celebrated, I took the Thing home with me. I just loathe the thought of leaving it to wander and be even more lost than it was. I was glad I made the decision to take it with me.
Keeping the Poor Lost thing
Rory
The statement gives me an option of whether or not I should convince my parents to keep the lost thing. The lost thing has never had anyone to go to when he is upset, and scared to death. I am easily convinced that we should be able to keep the poor, lonely lost thing in our house. I have never had any brothers or sisters, and have always been by myself. Therefore the lost thing could be my only friend, and make me feel like I belong. Plus it can keep the weight off your shoulders by helping with exhausting chores.
Firstly everyone including the lost thing needs someone to go to when they are down. Also it will help us come up with fun, enjoyable activities, and ideas. We could all do with a loving friend like him. This is why he deserves a friend like everyone else, a fair shot.
If we don't let the lost thing in our house he could go insane, and start demolishing buildings, stomping on cars and more. Also if he stays out there with all the awful people he could badly injure them, or us. Do you want to live in fear because of one of your simple, cowardly mistakes? So I'm begging you please don't be another non noticing fool, keep the lost thing in our house so he doesn't go insane.
Next the lost thing could help us do boring chores around the house. While he's doing work you and dad can chill, I know it can be frustrating doing all the work sometimes. This is another important reason why we should definitely keep the poor lost thing in our house.
In conclusion I strongly believe we should be able to keep the Lost Thing in our house. Everyone deserves a fair shot, so give the lost thing one, give it a friend. Don't you want to relax and let the lost thing take care of your boring work. Plus he might get angry and start destroying our neighbourhood. IT'S NOT FAIR HE NEEDS A HOME.
The Lost Thing
By Albert
On a lousy afternoon in the dark overgrown city walking home from the dusty old park, I just happened to look down one of the dark empty lane ways when something quite unusual happened to catch my eye. The lost thing, though looked like it had been sitting there for years, had a lost sort of look, Yet still looked hopeful that some one would find a home for him. Everyone else seemed to avoid it as if it was some sort of disease, I thought that it looked kind of cute in a way.
I stared at it for a while, it looked very out of place, I tried to take the rusty lost thing home with me but I didn’t seem to want to go, like it was guarding something. I tried to hold its odd looking hand so it didn't run away, but it tried, luckily it wasn’t that fast but it was very swift. The lost thing was ducking in and out of peoples legs tripping one man over, Making everyone angry. I ran around trying to catch the lost thing when I eventually caught up with the lost thing and immediately picked it off the ground. The lost thing was so light making it like holding thin air.
As I carried the lost thing home people kept shooting us dirty looks as they looked in shock and disbelief “some people just want to make life harder for others,” shouted an old crooked man purposefully trying to make me hear it. My heart was pounding as I started to run, eventually I ran into the same dark lane that I had found the lost thing. We waited as the footsteps of the aggravated people drew nearer and nearer.
As the people turned the corner to our lane, the lost thing ran into the brick hedge over and over again into the ancient cracked wall, by then I had thought that the lost thing had totally gone nuts. The angry people drew nearer and nearer, Just then the lost thing knocked a brick out of the wall making the entire wall fall down!
Dust and pieces of brick were tossed up into the air, as the dust settled, I started to hear pounding noise coming from where the wall was. The sound sounded like someone hitting a huge drum, suddenly thousands upon thousands of mini list thing came out followed by a gigantic one that scared all of the angry people away. Then there was a huge puff of thick puffy dust and smoke and when i turned around to see what was happening the wasn’t any sign of life, nothing. All there was, was a tiny letter on the ground from the lost thing.
The Lost Thing
-By Jenson. H. Whiteman
On a humid afternoon on a lone freeway, I was coming back from work to notice an industrial colossus made of rusted metal and a mossy, worn down metallic creature in the middle of an empty thoroughfare. I didn’t seem to recognize this unfamiliar robot. It seemed as if it lurked towards a peculiar and random warehouse. I thought to myself about how random this looked; just think about it: You come across a strange lost thing in the middle of nowhere, creeping with caution towards a random warehouse that looked like it was a millennia years old. Like, how random do you think that is?
As I sauntered with the precarious looking thing – walking towards my suburban house with it – its legs were wobbling like jelly. As we trudged across the zebra crossing, people frowned at us with anger and pure intensity. As they started to moan, my stomach swelled with sympathetic and indecisive emotions that did not feel nice. After all of the obnoxious people that glared at us, we finally got to my house. Then as soon as I extended my hand towards my front door, the lost thing couldn’t fit in it! Now, should I keep the lost thing in the front yard or give it to someone else? This was a real dilemma.
I walked across the street with the unpalatable people weighing our shoulders down (even though I don’t think that the lost thing even has shoulders) while the thing vandalised a whole street with pure rubbish. We then unsuccessfully reached Rowan's house. As he extended the door out for us, he pronounced that I was only allowed to come in (And it didn’t even matter because the thing couldn’t fit in it anyway). Rowan then queried why I was conveying this implementation with me. I responded that I initiated it on an isolated freeway. “Why would you do this?” Rowan questioned. Then I started to think to myself why I did this and started to reconsider taking it home with me.
The next day, I woke up to realise that the lost thing was gone! I rushed out of my bed and put on an old, cyan jacket and bolted out the door. I then glimpsed some moss on the floor. I detected a piece of glass in it as well. I thought to myself, “this can’t be good.” Suddenly, I observed a celestial being running from street to street. “I finally found you!” I thought. “Hang on, that’s not it!” I then wondered how strange this was; “ANOTHER?” I couldn’t process this through myself… But just then, I saw my lost thing running headfirst to each other. As I saw this, I knew that they belonged together. “Now you don’t see that everyday!” I laughed with joy. It creaked towards me as I bolted up to it and wrapped my arms firmly around its legs (I know, that’s how tall it is). Then they both walked towards the old warehouse where I found it in the first place. I pleasured my goodbyes and it pleasured theirs.
Nowadays, I feel bad for it because I stole it off someone else, but at the same time, I feel that it made a big difference and change in my life. I feel like I see that sort of thing less and less these days.