Paralympics writing

The sweat slowly drips down my forehead and tumbles and into the shadowy water below.A ripple spreads from the zone it fell into.The other racers silently waited for the buzzer to go.My prayers flow silently.My head rumbles with anticipation.A war rages on in my stomach.

Red falls across the screen.It fell to the box below and the box below.The last box.This it  the moment I had been waiting for.TRAINING FOR.The world slows I turn my head.My coach gives me a reasuring grin.I put my poker face on and wait for the inevitable colour.GREEN.The buzzer blasts out a sound like a strangled goat.

We dive majestically into the deep blue water and submerge. My missing leg slows me down and for a moment I go nostalgic and watery, memories flood my head,but they fall away slowly like a petal from a flower or a leaf from a tree. It was a bad start and I knew it.So did my coach I don’t dare look up but I could sense him grinding his teeth and biting his fingernails.Angry and worried strange when put together.

The other swimmers were ahead and all hope was lost in my head.No postive thoughts were racing around inside.I could see my diasapointed fans in my mind.My family staring down at me laughing and mouthing cripple. Tears flood my eyes and mist my goggles, anger soon taking the better of me.

We reach the hard stone wall and thrust ourselves backwards in a flip like motion.The last lap was upon me and god I wish it wasn’t.The other racers were visibly starting to slow.Energy draining.There efforts starting to weaken.I came to a fork in the road hesitated but drove myself down the lane titled glory.My arms and leg were beating a rhythm worthy of a gold medal finish.Nothing could stop me now.I was coming to an absaloute thrashing.Nothing else was in the air abut from the excellent taste of victory. Everything was finally falling into place.The crowd shouted my name.Some even screamed.1st place was mine.What a glorious gold!

My coach leaps up and down and screams like a little girl.He was enjoying this even more than me.He gives a smug grin to the other coaches then ambles over to haul me out of the pool.”You did it”!The podium awaits my eyes avert from my coach and stare at in wonder at the cheering crowd.I trod over to the podium,coach gladfully giving a helping hand to bring me up.Joyfully we step up to the top step.The gold step but most importantly,the winning step.

A grin breaks out and my medal is placed around my neck.I cheer with the crowd and share a joyous occasion with thousands of people I barely know.But it is the best feeling in the world.

Quick writing

A beautiful exploding sky dazzles the occupants below.The bare grey concrete is tough beneath my feet.Frost covers the ground in blanket of white.The intense chill big Es at my fingers and toes.Numbness overwhelming my entire body.But it's worth it just for the sky.I wonder what makes the sky so colourful in the morning.So different from the rest of the day.The branches hanging low brush my hair.The playground looks eerie,empty and oh so rusty.The smell of grass freshens my senses.Engaging my muscles for the day ahead.The school seems strange without the hustle and bustle.But I can not carry on walking.The sky is too mesmerising.My bewildered stare stays put.

Urinary System Writing

The urinary tract system. An interesting thing. I doubt you know much about it apart from the fact it ends with it coming out your...well you know. Well within these four paragraphs is as much as you need to know(and possibly all you want to know)about the urinary tract system.As you might know(unless your blind) your urine is a pale gold/yellowish colour.The urinary system is basically made up of five things.The kidney’s,urethra,ureters,bladder,and the...you know what . The way it works is reasonably simple . Well when I say reasonably simple… the kidneys filter blood and take all those nasty toxins and chemicals and deposit them into the bladder through the two small tubes called ureters.Then the urethra carries it out into the toilet(well unless you don’t get there...)so pretty simple right. Although we haven’t got to the really technical part yet. When you’re dehydrated you may have noticed that the colour of your pee is slightly darker than usual the same happens when you have a kidney problem. The colour of your urine depends on what you have eaten, drank, inhaled and been exposed to.

Do you know why the colour of pee changes?I do. But that’s not the question. Do you? If not your answers are right here right now in this paragraph. Basically the standard colours for urine are different shades of yellow. It more or less depends on what you have eaten, drunk,inhaled and been exposed to. If dehydrated the colour of your pee turns a pretty revolting browny yellow. The colour of your pee can really vary. It can turn red(don’t worry not because of blood) because you have eaten too much rhubarb,beetroot and blueberries but personally I hate all of those things. Strange right? It can also turn a strange green or blue colour because of a rare genetic disease. If this happens too you don’t worry you won’t die or anything it could just be food colouring.

Your urine’s colour varies as explained in the paragraph before but can it tell if you have anything wrong with you? As a matter of fact it sometimes can! Urine is a clever thing. It’s like your bodies way of warning you that something is wrong. Of course there are other ways of your body warning you but we aren’t concentrating on any of those things. It can sometimes tell you if you have a kidney or liver problem. White blood cells can sometimes appear(this does not mean the colour of urine) which indicates an infection. But the most common reason for you urine colour changing is dehydration. Normal colour for urine=pale yellow-gold. Abnormal colour=Brown-dark-yellow.

Basically the urinary tract system is just the bodies ingenious way of removing nasty toxins and chemicals out of your bodies. The bodies ingenious way of telling you whether you have something wrong with you. Did you know that urine is not magical? That’s what one of my “reliable sources” told me.Yes it may be sterile but it’s not magical. That was possibly the best bit of info I have found out about the urinary system.Although I wish it was magical...Okay getting slightly off topic here. Hopefully you have learnt a lot about the urinary system and think it’s as weird as I do.

Soldiers Tale ANZAC

Glory or Insanity?

Exhausted, dying and bloodshot the men trudge on slowly, a man behind me coughs violently and collapses into the dark sticky mud. The mist obscures the view of the enemy. All of us wishing for the end.

A bullet slams into my shoulder and blood spills out.

“RETREAT”! Blood spilling everywhere I start the short crawl back to the trench, pain eclipsing my view.

Drunk with fatigue the men once again stumble onwards some already collapsing.

Dirt shrouds the features of their face.

The men were brave once but they had been broken apart and had no souls.

Screams fill the air as another mist of bullets fall the soldiers in their tracks.

“GAS PUT YOUR MASKS ON FOR GOD SAKE GET YOUR MASKS ON”men frantically scrabble around.

One man was too late, he cried a bloodcurdling scream “SOMEBODY PLEASE”.

He didn’t finish the sentence, he coughs up a glob of blood and falls on top of me.

I push the bloody corpse of the soldier off me and slow my breathing.

Gas shrouds my view.”IS EVERYBODY OKAY”How many casualties?” “Just one sir”.

The soldiers squelch on through the dark sticky mud , the gas attacks the frail mentality of the soldiers.

Flashbacks plague my mind attacking at my brain like a gun.”PLEASE HELP ME”.

My comrade screams and coughs a huge glob of blood up it dribbles down his chest.

How would you feel if one of your best friends came crawling towards you asking for help.

Blood gurgling in his mouth and streaming down his chest.

Four men reluctantly picked him up and threw him on.

What if you saw every time the wagon hit a pothole blood come rushing up to his mouth.

The wagon hits another pothole, SQUELCH.

Blood comes frothing out of his mouth bubbling down his un-breathing corpse.

Every time it hits a pothole all of us brace not only for the impact but also for the disgusting sounds.

The blood drips down his body and onto the dirt.Why did I sign up for this?!

If you survived you would not be the same, if you died…well then you would be dead.

What if every time you went to sleep you heard the screams and groans of dying soldiers all around you.

You felt bullets whipping at you like a red hot poker.

What if you saw war every time you closed your eyes , would you call war glory,insanity or just plain stupidity?  

BY BENEDICT