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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Callum Mitchell, Age 10 Years

All I can see is darkness. I think I’m in a box. Suddenly the box shakes and I can hear people around me shouting, then a sharp object comes through the roof of the box and slits through the tape running down the flaps of the box to keep it shut. Four fingers come the top of the box and lifts open the flaps and holds me in his big warm hands.

Suddenly somebody shoves me in the the ground and walks away.

A couple of hours past and now its dark some people with bright green jackets behind me and lights my tail “ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss” my tail is about to send me up up, up into the shiny sky.

“3,2,1” the men shout. Suddenly I shoot up into the night sky like a rocket past the sails of the boats. Instantly I straighten out and go up. I can see all the people cheering and clapping, watching me! I can smell the grey smoke following me. I can taste whizzing next to me. I can hear the waves lapping on the sea.

Suddenly I explode into a million pieces across the night sky. Red, blue and green…All the fractures run down into the crowd.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Willow Martin, Age 10 Years

Sleeping in a tiny, old, dusty, box I was lonely and afraid, the box was as dark as the night sky. Feeling scared I stared up at the thick brown masking tape … I felt I was in a frozen world. I kept asking myself “where was I?” A sharp warm hand reached into the dark gloomy box. I could hear birds tweeting. I could smell fresh air as broad daylight crept into the box.
The hand pulled me out, as rough as a wrestler, onto a little stand in the green wavy grass. Waiting in a trance I saw the bright yellow golden sun like a runny egg yolk as hot as a bubbling saucepan. The sun ran away over the beautiful meadows. After five minutes I smelt burning as five other fireworks with nervous faces got placed next to me, how would you feel?
Night fell suddenly as I worked my way up into the colourful bright sky with big bangs pop and whizzes. I wondered what colour I would be. Up in the sky I could see joyful, happy seals swimming in the calm blue crystal sea. The white baggy traditional flags took all the pride in themselves. I was shooting up and up like a rocket! People dancing with bright red colourful dresses like enthusiastic parrots. I could hear laughter and clapping. Suddenly POP! I was a brilliant bright blue like the vibrant sea itself. But then I died out with no more sparkle, my fifteen minutes of fame was over.