Year 4

Year 4 read C. S Lewis' The Lion, the Witch and the Wardobe.

The children were tasked to write setting descriptions for their written outcome, describing what Lucy discovers beyond the wardrobe.

Ernestine - Serpentine

At the end of the never-ending silent corridors in the dusty spare room, the forlorn neglected wardrobe creaked in despair as Lucy opened the antique. Suddenly, Lucy felt the urge to run towards the archaic wardrobe. As she ran, the floor creaked beneath her feet in protest.

Shortly after, Lucy stumbled into the archaic wardrobe. It was as quiet as a hazelnut brown mouse inside. She could hear the sound of the furnished oak floor beneath her tiny feet, but when she stuck her small arms out, she couldn’t fall back out of the wooden wardrobe. Suddenly, she saw a mystical land in front of her.

Positively trembling with nerves, Lucy slowly skipped out of the oak wardrobe. Soon after that, the icy, freezing conditions punctured her face like sharp glass to a bike tire. After quietly stepping into the worrying unknown, the pearl snow crunched beneath her feet and sounded like golden lightning in a beautiful sky.

Completely breathless by curiosity, Lucy found herself in a mystical, magical forest, as dark as a midnight sky. After a few seconds the biting wind gushed Lucys cheeks like a knife to a chopping board. As tall frosty trees shook, Lucy realised that they were keeping watch of the mystical land which was as beautiful as a buttercup but as cold as an igloo.

As Lucy stepped onto the snowy trail, the frosty trees shook. With another step she fell with the ground being slippery ice. As she looked up, her eyes were blinded by the light of the moon, as white as a glistening pearl. Suddenly, Lucy saw a faint light in the far away distance. She slowly and cautiously tiptoed towards the snow-covered tall lamppost shaped object.

Kyrah - Saatchi

Lucy walked closer to the mysterious ancient wardrobe, which was ordering her to open its old fragile door. Not saying a word, Lucy walked around cautiously. All she could see was a dead blue bottle, and even though the broken forgotten window was open, it was quite hard to breathe and very, very dusty. Slowly and carefully, she opened the door of the strange, dark, spooky wardrobe, but it refused so Lucy has persuaded to let her open its door. Then two very old mothballs fell out. Hushed and soft as a mouse she’s slowly brushed the tepid soft coats aside as they hugged back, but as she did that, she saw light ahead of her, so she stepped into Narnia.

After taking her first step into the unknown, Lucy stared with great amazement, wonder and curiosity. She could feel the breeze dancing around her ankles. Lucy could also feel the flimsy white snow falling gracefully on her. It was white like Santa’s beard.

She couldn’t work out what it was there for. There were still coats ahead of her. Not believing her eyes, Lucy found she was in an eternal, wondrous woods that she would probably never come to the end of. All around her, the skeletal, angular trees, guarded viciously and waited for creatures to pass.

Continuously the wind howled, blowing the pearl white snow faster and faster to Lucy’s face as the trees stretched out to block the balls of white. The glistening moon was like a torch watching as the trees resisted the racing, pushing snow getting any further. The darkness of the pitch-black shadows spread across Narnia stood before her. Unexpectedly, as Lucy walked further, she saw a tall lamp post. The lamppost was a soldier in Narnia. It was like a dream, or a dream of a dream.

Lana - Whitechapel

As I boarded the yellowy, brown train, a devastated feeling began to slowly churn inside of me. I imagined my parents as tears slowly dropped down the side of my cheeks. The old, hairy professor who looked after the dark, oak house was kind to me.

I entered a spacious room with just a giant wardrobe and a still blue bottle. As I went to open the old, oak wardrobe, a sudden creak came to my ear. A sudden gust of freezing wind greeted me. I spotted a fawn with who I would enjoy a delightful lunch with. His name was Mr. Tumnus.

When I returned, I ran and told Peter, Susan and Edmund but nobody believed me. I felt frustrated and stressed so went to go and hide. I didn’t give up though, I tried again and again. I even told the professor hoping to be believed, but he didn’t believe me either. Well, I guess I can keep Narnia to myself then.