Week 2 An Alligator Whistle by Jack

Eoghan was in school and it was a Monday.  His wretched teacher was giving them a pile of work and Eoghan wanted to get out as soon as he could so he took his alligator whistle that he had got in a cereal box that morning out of his pocket and at break time –

HOOT! HOOT!

He blew the whistle. Nothing happened.  He looked at the mauve coloured whistle and shoved it back into his pocket.

After break time he was inside doing some really tricky maths when he heard screams.  He looked out of the window and saw alligators – hundreds of them climbing up the walls and into the school.

“Oh no!” Eoghan shrieked as the whole school was in pandemonium.

“What have I done?”

Week 2: An Abominable Attempt By Naglis

“I want to rob the bank!” insisted my chubby pompous boss who’s as bossy as a teacher and always wears Lacoste (some kind of brand with an alligator on it). Stealthily I  drove down to the bank while my boss was at the back slurping his Fanta. Moments later we stepped out of the mauve Bugatti. It was too tricky to get in so we couldn’t do it.

Instead, we climbed to the top and luckily the window was open. My boss was filling bags with everything he could see! I heard the police and sprinted as fast as a bullet to hide behind one of the bushes.

CLIP went the handcuffs on my boss’s hands.

Week 1: The cement By: Tadhg

“Splash ”

Tom crashed into the cement head first.

“Help me!” Tom yelled,” I’m too young to die .”

He started screaming like a lunatic so I had to help him . I walked over to him and gave him a rope. He grabbed it but before he got out I took a photo of him. Then I helped him out of the cement .

“What was that for?” He yelled. “Why did you push me into the cement?” Tom roared.

“I told you to move out of the way,” I answered.

As Tom went away and I checked my phone –  the picture was going viral –  already 1,000 views…

Week 1 Free By Matthew D

I leaped into the air courageously catching the sliotar in my bare hands. Being aggressive I pushed my opponent out of my way. I then put the ball up on my hurley and started running like a cheetah.

CRASH!  One of the opposition’s players took me out. I was on the ground in agony with the medical team rushing over to me. I got back up and grasped the back of the hurley with my 2 hands.

I went as pale as a ghost because I was going to take the free that might win Cork the All Ireland. Sweat was pouring down my face… I took a deep breath to clear my head … I lifted the sliotar up and hit it…