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Young writers in action: The Day at the Zoo

THE DAY AT THE ZOO
by Gabriel, 7, NSW

On Tuesday October 17th 2017, our family went to the Beijing Zoo. We went to the Beijing Zoo because it was for a home school excursion.

We saw beautiful swans and amazing ducks in a lake. There was a waterfall. Two birds were standing on the side.

Later, we saw the big bird cages. The birds were very very colourful and amazing, such as the flamingos. Other birds were blue, red or yellow. Next we saw parrots. There were ten cages. The parrots were green, white, red, blue and yellow. My sister’s favourite parrot is the eclectus parrot.

Before we saw snakes, we had lunch. We had burgers for lunch. Then we saw reptiles, like crocodiles, turtles and snakes. The zookeepers threw rats in the cages for food.

After that, we stared at the penguins. The thing that I did not like about the penguins’ cage was that they had fake ice! There were five penguins. The zookeepers showed us penguin bones in another place.

We walked over to the monkeys. They were swinging like crazy! We saw four golden monkeys and two black monkeys. The black monkeys were not swinging around but at the end they started to swing.

Later, we saw two chimpanzees. They were huge. One was eating some fruit and went to the other side to poo. That is smart not to poo where it eats.

Then we looked at the American animals. We saw sloths, tapirs and ostriches. The funny thing about the tapirs was that one tapir was weeing and smiling at the same time.

We also stared at the Australian animals. The kangaroos were eating lunch. One cassowary was resting and the other one was walking around.

We went over where we saw bears. We saw the Asiatic bear, black bear, brown bear and two polar bears. One polar bear was hitting the wall with its tummy. The other polar bear was pushing the wall with its bottom.

Next we saw thirty nocturnal animals. I can’t tell you all the names because there were too many. All the nocturnal animals that I saw eat fruit.

We saw African and Indian elephants. The African elephants have bigger ears than Indian elephants.

It was fun after seeing most of the animals. I want to go back to Beijing Zoo.


Gabriel is a regular contributer to Alphabet Soup. You can read some of his earlier work here. If YOU would like to send us a story, drawing, poem, or book review, check out our submission guidelines. Happy writing!

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Young writers in action: Beach pollution

BEACH POLLUTION
Anishka, 7, QLD

The beach I used to go,
Always showed me fantastic show.
The fishes splashed, the dolphins dashed,
Nature is always at its best.
The days passed,
Now, it has all gone and faded.
No more ice-cream,
Not even a cone,
No more fishes,
Not even a dolphin.
Not anything to be seen,
Not anything to be so keen.
I think, we changed sea’s face,
And made this beach a mess.
It is now full of sea weed,
I picked it all for a good deed.

A hand stretched out to the sea. image courtesy pexels.com

 


Anishka is a regular contributor to Alphabet Soup — you can read all her earlier work here.

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Young writers in action: Ellie and the Secret Garden

ELLIE AND THE SECRET GARDEN
by Sophie, 6, VIC

One windy, cold night, Ellie was in her bed. She could not get to sleep. Just when she was getting to sleep, a big gust of wind came in through the window. She was so curious. She went to the door. She pushed the door open.

Just then, the wind carried Ellie away! The wind carried Ellie out of the door. It carried Ellie to the garden!

A green door hidden by ivy. Image courtesy pexels.comThen it stopped and put her down. Then it did the same again, but this time it didn’t carry Ellie away. Instead, it blew the ivy on the wall, and under the ivy, Ellie saw a door.

“Maybe it’s the secret garden.” Her mum had told her stories about it.

She tried to turn the handle. It was very stiff, but she could just turn it. The next second, she was in the secret garden.

When she got back into bed, it was morning.

Her mum and dad came in at 7:30am and said, “Time for breakfast.”

“Okay,” said Ellie, “but before that, I’m going to put on my school clothes.”

“Okay,” Ellie’s parents said.

Once Ellie got them on, she went down to the garden. She opened the door, then she shut the door behind her. Then she bobbed down and started clearing dead leaves and grass.

When she finished, she went inside and had her breakfast, then she went to school on the school bus. She told her friends about that garden, but they didn’t believe her. But her bestest friend knew that Ellie was telling the truth.

When it was home time, Sophie, which is Ellie’s best friend, asked her mum and Ellie’s mum if she could have a play at Ellie’s house. They said yes.

Sophie ran up to Ellie, but when Sophie saw Ellie, she was talking to some people and making new friends and asking them to be her best friends. It made Sophie feel sad.

When Ellie’s new friends had gone, Sophie went up to Ellie. She told Ellie how she felt. Then Ellie said to herself, ‘she is my best friend,’ then she stopped daydreaming, and said sorry to Sophie. Then Sophie told Ellie about the play. Ellie was so excited.

Sophie went in Ellie’s car. It was so fun. When they got to Ellie’s house, Ellie and Sophie went down to the garden.

She said, “Come with me, Sophie.” They tiptoed to the door. They opened the door, then they pushed the door shut. Sophie was amazed. There were roses everywhere. Sophie’s mouth dropped open when she saw them.

Ellie took Sophie away. She wanted to show Sophie lots more.

The End


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Young writers in action: Cyclone Debbie

CYCLONE DEBBIE
by Anishka, 7, QLD

Rain and wind. Photo courtesy pexels.com

 

Swirling wind fills the sky,
I hope it is not a cyclone’s eye.
Suddenly the wind roars,
And rain floods the roads.
Cyclone Debbie is on her way,
And it is staying all day.
Be careful, you better watch out,
I hope you will shout!
Cyclone Debbie is on her way,
I don’t think, she’ll ever stay.
Everybody is safe, everybody is here,
Next time we will not stand fear.


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Young writers in action: One Snowflake for You

ONE SNOWFLAKE FOR YOU
by Lacey, Nambour Christian College, QLD

Snow storm. Photo courtesy of Pexels.comSoftly falling from the sky
Gentle, loving and divine,
Playful, happy, time is true
One is landing just for you.

Softly falling from the sky,
Gentle, loving and divine,
White and beautiful,
Clean and fruitful
Just for you.

Snowflake, Snowflake,
Why don’t you come down?
Snowflake, Snowflake,
Not making a sound.


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Young writers in action: Mandy and the idea

MANDY AND THE IDEA
by Joshua, 8, NSW

Once there lived three children who always helped out. One was called Molly, one was called Mandy, and one was called James.

One day, Mandy looked in the store room for food. She saw a dog, but no food! At once she knew what had happened. She rushed downstairs to the fireplace where her mother was making the fire to cook the food.

When Mother heard the news she ran to the storeroom and brought the dog to the pet shop. When Mother got home there was still a big problem. There was no food!

“Mother, maybe you can see how much money you have,” Mandy said.

Mother looked in her purse.

“Ten dollars,” answered her mother.

“Great! May I have the ten dollars?” asked Mandy.

“What do you have to say?”

“Please.”

“Yes, you may,” said Mother.

“I can give you twice as much back,” said Mandy, grabbing a basket.

Now Mother knew that Mandy had an idea.

Mandy ran to the grocery shop and asked for two lemons and a bag of sugar. When she got them, she ran to the carpenter’s shop and borrowed a table.

After that, she ran back home and borrowed Mother’s scarf. Then she called the family together and said, “Let’s start a lemonade stand.”

Everyone agreed. Mother found a board and her paints. Then she wrote, “Lemonade” and the other side, “Closed.” James helped Mandy set the stand and make the lemonade. Molly found her ribbon to hang up the sign. Mandy went to buy paper cups with the last dollars.

Honey (photo from pexels.com)One by one, people came.

“One dollar, two dollars, three dollars, four dollars…. 50 dollars!” exclaimed Molly at the end of the day (when the store was closed).

“I’ll go buy some oats,” said Mother, “and for a treat, honey and milk.”

“Thanks,” said the children.

That afternoon, Mother fed them. It was Mandy’s first time she had ever had honey. Everyone, including Mandy, loved the treats.


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Young writers in action: Fishing

FISHING
A first play by Gabriel, 6, NSW

Footprints in beach Sand (photo courtesy of pexels.com)[Setting: At the beach]

Dad: Let’s get fishing on the beach.

Josh: OK, Dad.

Gabe: OK, Dad. Dad, can I dig a channel from the water to the sand so the fish can swim in?

Dad: Yes, you can.

Gabe: Thank you. [Gabriel starts digging.] Dad, I caught no fish!

Dad: That means you need to make it longer, Gabe.

Gabe: OK. But I am tired and hungry.

Josh: Me too.

Dad: OK, let’s go home.

Gabe: But let’s keep on fishing for one more minute.

Josh and Dad : [sadly] OK

Gabe: I think you have got a fish, Dad.

Dad: Yes, I have. I will throw it back into the water.

Gabe: Dad, why did you throw it into my channel? But thank you, because it is mine now!

THE END


Gabriel is a regular contributer to Alphabet Soup. You can read some of his earlier work here. If YOU would like to send us a story, drawing, poem, or book review, check out our submission guidelines. Happy writing!

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