Don't Forget...

...Reception 2018 Open Morning for Parents in the school hall on Tues 7th Nov 9.30am

06/11/2017 at 10:06am

Annoyed, King Eurytheus glared from his golden and majestic throne as a cold glint appeared in his malevolent eyes. "Go to the desert kingdom of Persia and bring me the Holy Grail."
Slowly, Hercules ambled round in small circles, amazed by the sheer size of the dusty, tanned rocks, as large as the world. Crevices and holes glared down at him, lit by gleams of glorious sunlight that seeped through the many mountains and cliffs that were as big as Mount Olympus, home of the gods. Rocks knocked the face of the cliff as they speedily tumbled down, caused by the many winds that blew through the clearing. Holes and carvings made faces that laughed at the sheer smallness of the doubly-humped, spindly camels that carried the trade of a near stall.
These very camels clapped their hooves against the silky sea of sand that flooded the flat ground, parallel to the blue sky that grew over Hercules' head. Eagles cawed above his head, circling round in the aqua blue above.
Yet as his view moved to in front of him, sand statues gazed down at him, guarding the entrance held up by six pillars which were a 1,000,000 times as big as the almighty Hercules himself. Carved into cliff, thousands of years old, yet looked so new, Hercules strode forward, into the darkness...
Quickly, Hercules shuffled through the gloomy first chamber, as dark as the Underworld itself. Soon enough, he was shuffling forwards and backwards, torn between moving towards the carefully carved door, or the light behind him. Statues gazed at Hercules, causing the voice in his head to start again, "Why redeem yourself? Why not turn back?" Ignoring it as best as he could, he focused on the temple, yet the colossal size of it only made him feel worse.
Suddenly, quick as a flash, a black shape moved in the background, swishing through the air. Knees knocking, his head vigorously turned around the room. Then a roar. "Turn back!" A screech. "TURN BACK!!!" Then it appeared. A black shape; eyes bloodshot; a petrifying glare; followed by a roar. Yet as it opened its mouth, a swirling silver shape nested inside the beasts jaw. And it came at him. A fist, made out of the silver shape, went flying at Hercules. He rolled to the side, consequently went smashing into some clay pots. CRASH!!!! Another shape came at Hercules. This time, he was too slow. One second, lying on the floor, the next, in the air. The voice again. "Why did you ever come...?"
Yet the monster had made a mistake. Hercules had gone towards the door, and at this point, he remembered King Eurytheus' voice. "Bring me the Holy Grail." Then another shape came out of the darkness. Wait. Two shapes? TWO BEASTS?!?!?!?! Suddenly, Hercules had a plan. He glimpsed the milky eyes of the two beasts, dead in line with each other. Perfect. "Come on, shoot!" yelled Hercules. Quick as lightning, they both fired their shapes: one a fist; the other a sharp blade. Although this time, Hercules was ready. Ducking, Hercules felt the SWISH of the shapes above his mop of chestnut locks.Only too late did the beasts realise their fates. BAM! One was hit by the fist. SPLAT! The other one by the blade. Beast One: unconscious. Beast Two: dead. Filled with the pleasure of victory, Hercules limped towards the carved door...
Glowing in the background, the Holy Grail was untouched. But not for long. Muscles bulging, Hercules no longer shuffled. The voice was shutting up. And that moment when Hercules touched the Grail, his debt was repaid. He was free.

Comments that people have made about this blog post

Comment 1 Comment by Mr Jones on 20 Mar 14 at 10:23am | Quote this comment
Charlie, what a fantastic piece of writing. I love the clause "Filled with the pleasure of victory..." as it really makes you imagine the character's emotions.
Comment 2 Comment by S. Reynolds on 20 Mar 14 at 4:52pm | Quote this comment
Amazing writing Charlie - great vocabulary !
Comment 3 Comment by Mr Ryan on 21 Mar 14 at 1:15pm | Quote this comment
This was inspirational, Charlie:

"Crevices and holes glared down at him, lit by gleams of glorious sunlight that seeped through the many mountains and cliffs that were as big as Mount Olympus, home of the gods. Rocks knocked the face of the cliff as they speedily tumbled down, caused by the many winds that blew through the clearing. Holes and carvings made faces that laughed at the sheer smallness of the doubly-humped, spindly camels that carried the trade of a near stall."

A thoroughly well composed piece, oozing with description and working towards a climactic ending. Your sentence and word choices are very selective and really build great effects throughout the piece.

It's very satisfying to see you meeting your Writing goal this year already! ;-) 8)

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