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Story 1 Tommy Donbavand ​http://www.tommydonbavand.com

5/11/2017

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"Double maths again!" I groaned to Max as we trudged slowly towards room 14.'It can't be a week since last time."
" I was thinking the same thing," said Max. "I reckon Mr Chronos has got some sort of time machine that lets him bring Thursdays around quicker just so he can find a way to control our brains."
I laughed. It was just like Maz to come out with something crazy. Like the time he suspected the school dinner ladies had been replaced with identical robots built by the head teacher. "You should write this stuff down!"  I said to him as we reached room 14 and made for our desks near the back. For once we were the first to arrive. "It would make a good script for a sec-fi movie."
"I am being serious," said Max with a frown. " Mr Chronos is an evil genius from the future sent back to find victims for his evil schemes."
"So...." sailed an angry voice as the classroom door slammed shut. "You've figured it out, at last!"
We spun around to see Mr Chronos walking slowly towards us, carrying a.......


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Story 2   Jo Cotterill https://jocotterill.com

5/11/2017

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It was on a Tuesday that it happened. I don’t know why I was surprised; after all, Tuesday is traditionally the day that strange things happen in my family. There was the time that Aunt Carol suddenly sprouted petunias all over her head; and the time a man came to the door with a dragon on a lead saying it had been left to us in someone’s Will. By the time we get to Wednesday, the strange things have usually sorted themselves out (though the dragon still lives with us and is very useful for lighting the fire and scaring away burglars).
This particular thing was even stranger than usual, however. I’d just finished brushing my teeth when I had the most peculiar sensation. It was like a sudden drop in air pressure; you know, when you take off in an aeroplane and your ears pop and for a few moments you can’t hear properly. I swallowed and rubbed my jaw, and the sensation went away. I didn’t think anything more of it, until I called out goodbye and went out of the front door to catch the school bus.
I didn’t get much further than my front gate, however, because of the sight that made my jaw drop in astonishment.
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Story 3 David Orme https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Orme

5/11/2017

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It was a great day for a trip to the seaside. Glen and Sarah were sitting in the back, Mum was driving, and Dad was studying the map.
  “How much longer, Dad?” said Sarah.
  “A few more miles. There’s a long road tunnel coming up. It’s quite new. I’ve not been through it before.”
  There were steep hills around them now. The road was full of bends.
  “Here’s the tunnel!” Mum said.
  It was a very long tunnel, and quite dark. At first, they couldn’t see the other end. Then there was a bend and in the distance, they could see daylight.
  “It’s a lot longer than I thought” said Dad.
  At last the tunnel ended and they drove out into the sunshine.
  “What’s going on? Quick, stop!” Dad yelled.
  Mum slammed on the brakes. Ahead of them the road had disappeared. There was just a rough track.
  “Turn round and go back!”
  Mum turned the car. But there was no road tunnel, just a cave in the side of a high cliff.
  “What’s happened? Where are we?” said Glen in a scared voice.
  “I don’t know,” said Mum. “It looks like we’ve come into a different world.”
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Story 4 Jane Prowse http://www.janeprowse.com/index.asp

5/11/2017

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CLUELESS
​“As I came to, I was aware of hot sun shining down on me.  Then a gentle movement and strange squawking sounds.  My mouth was dry and it was difficult to open my eyes.  Then I felt the dreadful thumping inside my head .  All I could remember was someone breathing loudly in my ear, then a huge crack on the back of my head before everything went dark.

That was five days ago.  I’ve been counting as the sun goes down and rises again.  Five days, alone on a tiny boat in the middle of the open ocean.  My only companions, the seagulls that swoop down every time I try to eat some of the dry bread left for me in an old rucksack, along with five litres of water under the canopy that’s kept the hottest of the sun off my dry, burning skin.

I’m guessing my uncle may have something to do with all this.  He’s a strange man who had me forced upon him when Mum and Dad had to race off to Scotland to visit my sick grandma.  Uncle Wesley’s never liked me.  He says I’m clueless. He’s very organised, knows everything – or thinks he does, and now I believe he’s set me this challenge to make me more focussed and smarter.  In the rucksack there were five clues and five items to help me find my way back to land.  Here’s the story of how I used them and how much I changed on my great watery adventure…”


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Story 5 Cliff McNish https://www.cliffmcnish.com

5/11/2017

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Carrie sat in the living room, smoothing out her shirt. She was waiting for her mum to turn up. Her mother. Her actual mother.
Just saying the word out loud had been sending shivers down Carrie’s spine for days.
Carrie couldn’t believe how jittery she was. 'Thirteen, and I’m this scared?'  she thought, telling herself how stupid she was being. But she couldn’t help it. She hadn’t seen her mother since she was five, the same day she abandoned her in Birmingham’s Bullring shopping centre.
​Ever since then it had been just Carrie and her dad, looking after each other. Eight years of silence. Eight years of longing for a mother who’d let go of her hand, then simply vanished.
And now, as if returned from the dead, Suzanna was back in her life again. She’d phoned Carrie’s dad. “I want to see her,” she’d told him. “I want to see my lovely daughter. To explain. If she’ll let me. If she can find it in her heart.”

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Story 6 Chitra Soundar http://www.chitrasoundar.com

5/11/2017

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Sanket and the Magic Bean
Sanket tiptoed into the guest bedroom. Uncle Jaldev’s snoring sounded like a rhino wheezing. Sanket knew that his uncle wouldn’t wake up even if there were an earthquake.Sanket searched with his eyes. There! Jaldev’s silk vest was draped over the armchair next to the bed. The vest had a pocket on each side and they were always filled with evidence of his travels - foreign coins, key tags from his hotel room, old stamps, crunched up maps to ancient temples.
Sanket squinted in the dark and knelt down in front of the chair. He put his hands into the left pocket. It was empty. Then he tried the right pocket. There was nothing there. It was unusual. No keys, no coins, no scrunched paper with secret codes. Sanket checked the right side pocket one more time.
There was something under the stitches. His fingers teased out it out. Sanket rushed out of the room without looking at the object. There will be time for that later......
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