Aspirational Sentences

INTRO

Dear Mr Stuart-Sheppard,

I am writing to express my opinions on aspirations week which I thoroughly enjoyed every minute.

I am writing to inform you that I thoroughly enjoyed Aspirations Week, especially the Norwich trip and Brundall Grand. It was a week to be remembered.

I am writing to inform you of my [view/opinions] of the enjoyable week known as Aspirations week.

I am writing to inform you that Aspirations Week was a huge success as it hit the headlines in a local paper. In my opinion it was [a blast].

I am writing to you to express my opinions and thought on the huge success of Aspirations Week, where we achieved and learnt many things.

I am writing to inform you of the extraordinary time I had during Aspirations Week.

I am writing to inform you that all of the children thoroughly enjoyed Aspirations Week and we hope to have another one next year.

I am writing to inform that Aspirations Week was absolutely, positively, phenomenal.

MAIN POINTS

Aspirations week was the first step of my [blinging] adventure of life.

On the first day of aspirations week Nathan's mum, Mrs Finch, explained about her company Safe STS.

Nathan's mum, Mrs Finch, came to Brundall to tell us about her phenomenal job at Safe STS.

On Thursday and Friday, Staff and pupils were preparing for the big opening of Brundall Grand. Even though the organisation was chaotic during the week, everything came together on the day.

It was a memorable experience to make our own weather reports at the BBC and learn about the different jobs.

The part of our extraordinary trip I enjoyed the most, was walking through the Victorian streets and learning about the history.

I was able to visualise my future careers and imagine myself in the future.

The most sublime venue I came across was the Marble Hall at AVIVA. It must have taken real tenacity to build a company and premises of this magnitude.

During Aspirations week, Olly Day gave us an exciting magic lesson on road safety and made it more fun and memorable.

As well as setting up Brundall Grand, visitors came into school to share their experiences of real working life.

500 words Brownie

the phrase "hairs on the back of my legs" does make sense, its just people are used to saying neck instead of legs

I can’t believe I’m in this situation. Salty beads of sweat trickle down my face. Shivering with adrenaline, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest like it’s never felt before. My body trembles and I try to clear my throat.  Adrenaline races through my blood stream as I finally come face to face with my demons...

...The gun is still there. The tall, menacing man holding it looks both lazy and relaxed. He towers over me, glancing down at my worried expression. Facing ahead again, he ruffles his black, fitted jacket, adjusting it to keep warm. The mean look about him, from his squinting eyes to his pursed lips, worries me. Doesn`t he know that this next move could result in my future? I can hear some people to the right of me talk in hushed voices but I can’t make out what they are saying. The only words that make any sense to me are my own name being called.

The mood of the sky is frightened, too. The hidden clouds with the sun trying to peek through could result in only one thing – a downpour. The skies start leaking and rain comes down hard. The steady downpour sounds like a hail of bullets. I wish he would get on with it.

The hairs on the back of my legs stand up and my throat is parched but this is not a time to drink.  I need to concentrate and focus on the task ahead. I have had training for this situation. I think back to my preparation manuals and diaries and silently plan my next move.  I mustn’t give away my thoughts and feelings to those around me. Refocusing I become aware of the unnatural darkness of the afternoon and am reminded of the importance of this day.

Glancing across the field, I suddenly see someone running away. I recognise the familiar colours of our group and part of me wishes that I was him.  But I have a job to do. People are counting on me.  He disappears around the corner, vanishing, probably hiding from the rain. Or worse.

Suddenly, the man shouts an order. I crouch down, my heart beating even faster than before. My soaked, brown hair flops over my eyes. The gun explodes!

This is it... I drive forward, out of my blocks. The crowd to the right start chanting my name and I push on. My spikes grip the damp, rubber track as I sprint towards the finish line. All the hard work has paid off as I realise my opponents are far behind me.

I can see it. I am going to make it.

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a piece of descriptive writing around 150 words

This was for the 100WC but I unfortunately posted it too late. That is why I have added to it and it is now nearer to 150 words than 100.

The attic held memories. The memories were held in a beautifully-carved box, which sat lifelessly hour after hour on a window ledge. She visited it most days, generally in the evening. The peculiarity of how it got there was overlooked.

Dusty remnants of the past clung to the box and shone as beams of light shot through the window. The slightest touch could cause cascades of dust float up like swirling waves, soon after settling back where they came from. Her powdery fingers, streaked with mud, touched the box, stroking it as if it was a kitten. But when she lifted the lid, the residue was swept away; as indeed her mind did when she saw what was inside. A tear rolled down her flushed face, before dropping and blotching the lost photo of her dead grandfather.

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blythes 100wc

The sun bulged down on the city of Malenia. An eye-catching girl, called lorraine, was thrilled the sun was out. After months of rain and thunder Lorraine can finally go outside. she grabbed her laptop and before you can say abracadabra Lorraine was out of the house.

Lorraine wanted to sunbathe listening to her laptop,but when she lifted the lid BANG! her laptop exploded. “What happened!” explained Lorraine.

“MUM” Lorraine screamed half angry half scared.

“yes lorry?” Her mum always called her lorry

“DONT CALL ME THAT MY LAPTOP BROKE!”

“ Who of earth could of done that?”

The end is only the beginning...

Spencer's 100 word challenge

In a crystal white house there were 3 people named Tifa, Denzil and Marie tifa wa part of the strife deliveries service and far away from their house there were three remnants named  Kadajh Loz And yazue they were all part or f someone called. sephiroth.

Kadajh Loz and yazue all had jenover sells in them but they needed to get some more jenover
sells to make sephiroth. Just to make a long story short lets skip ahead. Kadajh is a girl.
Cloud had just finished of Kadajh but when she liffted the lid she turned into sephiroth

100 word challange

With a roar of an engine and a bang of a handgun the race started. Everyone was fighting for second place, except one. This car was a fully upgraded porsche 911 and as fast as a bullet the car was off the line and one minute later it was on the finishing line.

After the race the racing car drivers wife spotted some grey smoke coming from the red hot engine but when she came over to check it stopped so she lifted the lid and the engines colour was back to normal.

The next day the porsche broke down. 

 

100 word challenge;The story of a killer bin.

Reshelle an average girl with a very average background,she had a tacky old cat;a nattering mum , the sort of mum that takes ten minutes to say goodbye when round the neighbors house which you  hate ; and , a dad who thinks he knows everything .

While at school, she had to sit through a calculator test with no calculator.she didn't bother to do the test , she was quite a obstinate girl  with no desire to change her point of view.

when she got home she went to put a wrapper in the bin, but when she lifted the lid a dead cat layed there.  

                                                        100 wc

As the sun beats down on the astraling outback.She woak up over heating she didnt know where she was it was just an open egspation of desert. So she got up in pain and wonder on...  She came to old rusted cabbin she said to her self "should I go in" so she went in andstummbeld qacross a box but when she lifted the lid and there was a butiful she wouldbe rich byt she realised that she will die...

The Dark Field…

My earliest memories are of anger and suffering, the war had begun, on Monday, the first day of the war. A young man named Jonathan was sent to battle. His cold and wet hands were shaking in horror; a loud bang started. He thought he would later die.

Jonathan found himself lying on the floor with a bad wound on his leg; he was shot. He discovered some water from a river and a bandage in his jacket pocket. He was able to get up. A miracle happened! Jonathan stumbled across a deserted cottage,he had found shelter.

The next morning, Jonathan decided to set off to a new place to hide out over night. he was becoming tired and desperate for shelter, warmth and food, an old man walked past him, he looked at the the brave soldier on the side of a road and said…”You are hurt, come with me!” So Jonathan followed him, there in a large mountain was a big cave, both gentlemen went inside. The elderly man had a large grey beard, that made his eyes stand out, they were as brown as chocolate. The stranger gave him food, company and shelter for the dark and misty night a head. He fell asleep watching the flickering flames of the bright fire.

The morning sun shone through the cave entrance. When Jonathan woke up, he felt a strike of fun in his heart,he had forgotten the war, then his happiness faded. Jonathan had remembered all the pain and terror of the war . The only time he had felt sadness like that was when he saw his dog getting taken away from him. The old man came in wearing a shabby black cloak with black and grey trousers. his beard looked grotty. Jonathan had never noticed this, it was covered in blood, food and mud. Jonathan asked the old man why he was living alone in the cave , the old man said "I have been in a war and lost everything , including my family.My wife and three children had been living in the city,while I was away in the war,our house had been bombed." Jonathan felt sad,he sat with the man,they talked as he cleaned his wound and put on another bit of fabric as there was not another bandage.Jonathan did not want to leave the cave and old man,he had to go on.

The old man offered Jonathan his M16 gun for protection,Jonathan thanked him and left the cave, he went back to fight. He shot thousands of people. The war went on and on. Jonathan found a grenade and pulled out the tiny ring. Throwing it high into the air, and landing a couple of inches from the other sides trench. A loud BOOM! flooded the field. He did not want to kill lots of people but he had no choice. he had to fight for his country and the old man who gave him shelter.

By Tom Annison.