It was a fraction. Staring blankly up. No words or letters just it, waiting for me to make the first move. I knew I had failed. From the minute I lay eye on that stupid paper. The fact was that I had never been any good at maths especially fractions and I had proof. It said so on every school report ever written. No one could change my mind about how I felt about maths as I stared down at this paper. It was a fraction. Staring blankly up. No words no letters just it, waiting for me to make the first move.
As usual Jean was listening to her music, Tommy was playing with his trains and Dad was doing building shelves.
Mum suddenly came in with a giant sponge cake “under no circumstances must anyone eat this cake.”
“Alright mum,” we groaned.
After that, we turned back to get on with our things. A while later Dad had finished putting up shelves and was a bit peckish so he cut himself a slice of the cake. This too happened with Jean and then finally with Tommy…
Just then mum came back into the room, but there was only a fraction of cake left!!!!!
Jake was on his way home after his amazing Amazon adventure. He stopped at a café for a meal. He had been here on the way to the Amazon and had a lovely meal of fish and fresh vegetables. He ordered the same to find there was only a small fraction of what he had last time. He called the owner over and asked, “what happened to the bigger portions?”
“We are poor now and don’t have enough money.”
“I can help with that,” said Jake brandishing the golden llama. Here. You’ll need this.”
“Thank you. We’ll remember you forever.”
Zac walked into the refrigerator. There was lots of good food in it. He had never seen such a nice refrigerator. It had lots of bacon, sausages, and eggs. And chocolate coins. He thought he might have a bite to eat. The shopkeeper walked to his refrigerator. There was only a fraction left of everything. The shopkeeper was very angry. He was so angry he sent everyone out of the cafe. Zac was hiding when the shopkeeper was angry so he stayed. He fought the shopkeeper out of the cafe and so he lived there forever.
Tom Williams was the lead rider in the ‘tour de France race’ for SKY the British cycling team. The day the race started, he had a really bad start. Tom was feeling nervous and could not concentrate, as it was his first big race. He buckled down to the job in hand and soon he had caught up the peloton. His group SKY led him to the front of the peloton, he broke away and it was Tom, Mark Cavendish and Bradley. Bradley let Tom in front. It was Tom and Mark racing for the finish line, but Tom won by a fraction of a second.
It was Tuesday the 11th February and unfortunately it was Joe’s birthday. The problem with birthdays is that with brothers you have to buy them a present. I think this a huge waste of time but I am obliged to, so I just get a small packet of wine gums, but the good thing about other peoples birthdays is simply the cake. But here is where the story starts I came to look at the cake but there was just a tiny fraction I was horrified, terrified but I thought to my self there’s always Sainsbury’s.
Cake. Yum. Those two words seem to fit together somehow. You could even say it the other way round. Yum. Cake. As you may have guessed I like cake. A lot. Especially mum’s double fudge cake. It just happened she had baked a HUGE batch of this cake, So I planned a heist. At 3:42 I was wide awake. I crept down into the kitchen and saw that the cake had disappeared!! I heard a sound and saw dad creeping away behind me…
“Dad?”
“Shh… I won’t tell if you won’t tell!” he said
“I haven’t done anything!”
“Fine, I’ll give you a fraction…” he sighed.
I smiled, but my smile fell when he gave me the tiniest bit ever. “what?,” he grinned ” You never said which fraction!”
My life is a fraction. I’m not sure if it’s a third or an eighth but it’s a fraction all right.Cut up into tiny Pieces and laminated. Stuck up on the wall for everyone to see. To remember and then to forget. Nobody cares about me anymore. I wanted it to be a whole but most of that has been taken , leaving me not knowning what is left. Something has been stolen and has left me staring at the blank space behind it. I know what they all say behind my back. Even my friends. She’s the fraction girl.
It Was A Fraction
He looked up from the the slice of sticky brown sweaty cake staring up at him. “Couldn’t you make a NICE cake for once that I was allowed to eat” I moaned to my mum even though I knew that it waas no use but the next morning things had changed.
“I take into acount your concern of the cake and have decided that if you are on best behavour today then you can have a slice of this cake until you can cook it yourself. And she gave me 1/9999999999 of the cake. The smallest fraction ever created!!!!!!
Once upon a very chocolatey evening in a house there lived a young man called Jimi. One night he had a dream about a gummy bear who said “when you wake up you shall have a garden filled with sweets and chocolates!” So he woke up the next morning to find a garden filled with sweets and chocolates! There were fruit pastilles and rolos and turkish delights smothered in chocolate with sticky toffee pudding and hot fudge sauce and finally the worlds biggest and most sour sweet ever created, it was the best day ever remembered in space and time.
It was one dusty afternoon when the zombie virus first had an outbreak in London. I was in bed when it first hit and when I heard a smash. I woke up and walked to the window. There it was, a zombie, not one zombie, not two zombies but at least twenty. It was hell, mother against daughter, father against son. So I rushed downstairs to find my dad, but neither my mum nor dad was there. I ran out of the house, I went to my uncle’
s, he was still alive. Only a fraction of us survived the attack!
My name is Geoff. Last week I was at my friend’s house for his birthday party. But the only problem was I was his only friend. When I went to his house the first thing I saw was a round chocolate cake smothered with chocolate icing. My eyes could not stop looking at it. “Let’s have half each” I said quietly. We sliced the cake exactly down the middle. As we looked at the two pieces my friend said “Hey your half is bigger than mine”. “That’s not true”. We argued all afternoon. Now he has no friends.
It was only a fraction of a second
but in that fraction of a second my
train left without me which caused
a lot of complications.
I screamed
I would be late
I’d get a detention
I ran and ran
but the hustle and bustle
was keeping me back
keeping me back
keeping me back
I ran and ran
but got no where
chuf chuf chuff
and the train was gone in a flurry of smoke
I rang my mum
she came to collect me
and in only a fraction of a second
we were there
but school was closed!
It was a fraction. Staring blankly up. No words or letters just it, waiting for me to make the first move. I knew I had failed. From the minute I lay eye on that stupid paper. The fact was that I had never been any good at maths especially fractions and I had proof. It said so on every school report ever written. No one could change my mind about how I felt about maths as I stared down at this paper. It was a fraction. Staring blankly up. No words no letters just it, waiting for me to make the first move.
This is the opposite of you Freya! Great writing but this is definitely the inverse of year 5 this week!
As usual Jean was listening to her music, Tommy was playing with his trains and Dad was doing building shelves.
Mum suddenly came in with a giant sponge cake “under no circumstances must anyone eat this cake.”
“Alright mum,” we groaned.
After that, we turned back to get on with our things. A while later Dad had finished putting up shelves and was a bit peckish so he cut himself a slice of the cake. This too happened with Jean and then finally with Tommy…
Just then mum came back into the room, but there was only a fraction of cake left!!!!!
Jake was on his way home after his amazing Amazon adventure. He stopped at a café for a meal. He had been here on the way to the Amazon and had a lovely meal of fish and fresh vegetables. He ordered the same to find there was only a small fraction of what he had last time. He called the owner over and asked, “what happened to the bigger portions?”
“We are poor now and don’t have enough money.”
“I can help with that,” said Jake brandishing the golden llama. Here. You’ll need this.”
“Thank you. We’ll remember you forever.”
Chapter 2
Zac walked into the refrigerator. There was lots of good food in it. He had never seen such a nice refrigerator. It had lots of bacon, sausages, and eggs. And chocolate coins. He thought he might have a bite to eat. The shopkeeper walked to his refrigerator. There was only a fraction left of everything. The shopkeeper was very angry. He was so angry he sent everyone out of the cafe. Zac was hiding when the shopkeeper was angry so he stayed. He fought the shopkeeper out of the cafe and so he lived there forever.
The End
There was only a fraction!
(100-word challenge)
Tom Williams was the lead rider in the ‘tour de France race’ for SKY the British cycling team. The day the race started, he had a really bad start. Tom was feeling nervous and could not concentrate, as it was his first big race. He buckled down to the job in hand and soon he had caught up the peloton. His group SKY led him to the front of the peloton, he broke away and it was Tom, Mark Cavendish and Bradley. Bradley let Tom in front. It was Tom and Mark racing for the finish line, but Tom won by a fraction of a second.
By Tom. D. Williams (10/2/14)
Who ate the cake?
It was Tuesday the 11th February and unfortunately it was Joe’s birthday. The problem with birthdays is that with brothers you have to buy them a present. I think this a huge waste of time but I am obliged to, so I just get a small packet of wine gums, but the good thing about other peoples birthdays is simply the cake. But here is where the story starts I came to look at the cake but there was just a tiny fraction I was horrified, terrified but I thought to my self there’s always Sainsbury’s.
There was only a fraction
By Louis Toogood
Cake. Yum. Those two words seem to fit together somehow. You could even say it the other way round. Yum. Cake. As you may have guessed I like cake. A lot. Especially mum’s double fudge cake. It just happened she had baked a HUGE batch of this cake, So I planned a heist. At 3:42 I was wide awake. I crept down into the kitchen and saw that the cake had disappeared!! I heard a sound and saw dad creeping away behind me…
“Dad?”
“Shh… I won’t tell if you won’t tell!” he said
“I haven’t done anything!”
“Fine, I’ll give you a fraction…” he sighed.
I smiled, but my smile fell when he gave me the tiniest bit ever. “what?,” he grinned ” You never said which fraction!”
My life is a fraction. I’m not sure if it’s a third or an eighth but it’s a fraction all right.Cut up into tiny Pieces and laminated. Stuck up on the wall for everyone to see. To remember and then to forget. Nobody cares about me anymore. I wanted it to be a whole but most of that has been taken , leaving me not knowning what is left. Something has been stolen and has left me staring at the blank space behind it. I know what they all say behind my back. Even my friends. She’s the fraction girl.
Wow! Dark vibe Maddy! Maybe even darker than Jude’s zombie apocalypse! 😉 nice writing so far Year 5… Really creative!
It Was A Fraction
He looked up from the the slice of sticky brown sweaty cake staring up at him. “Couldn’t you make a NICE cake for once that I was allowed to eat” I moaned to my mum even though I knew that it waas no use but the next morning things had changed.
“I take into acount your concern of the cake and have decided that if you are on best behavour today then you can have a slice of this cake until you can cook it yourself. And she gave me 1/9999999999 of the cake. The smallest fraction ever created!!!!!!
Once upon a very chocolatey evening in a house there lived a young man called Jimi. One night he had a dream about a gummy bear who said “when you wake up you shall have a garden filled with sweets and chocolates!” So he woke up the next morning to find a garden filled with sweets and chocolates! There were fruit pastilles and rolos and turkish delights smothered in chocolate with sticky toffee pudding and hot fudge sauce and finally the worlds biggest and most sour sweet ever created, it was the best day ever remembered in space and time.
It was one dusty afternoon when the zombie virus first had an outbreak in London. I was in bed when it first hit and when I heard a smash. I woke up and walked to the window. There it was, a zombie, not one zombie, not two zombies but at least twenty. It was hell, mother against daughter, father against son. So I rushed downstairs to find my dad, but neither my mum nor dad was there. I ran out of the house, I went to my uncle’
s, he was still alive. Only a fraction of us survived the attack!
Chocolate cake
My name is Geoff. Last week I was at my friend’s house for his birthday party. But the only problem was I was his only friend. When I went to his house the first thing I saw was a round chocolate cake smothered with chocolate icing. My eyes could not stop looking at it. “Let’s have half each” I said quietly. We sliced the cake exactly down the middle. As we looked at the two pieces my friend said “Hey your half is bigger than mine”. “That’s not true”. We argued all afternoon. Now he has no friends.
It was only a fraction of a second
but in that fraction of a second my
train left without me which caused
a lot of complications.
I screamed
I would be late
I’d get a detention
I ran and ran
but the hustle and bustle
was keeping me back
keeping me back
keeping me back
I ran and ran
but got no where
chuf chuf chuff
and the train was gone in a flurry of smoke
I rang my mum
she came to collect me
and in only a fraction of a second
we were there
but school was closed!