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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Finley Holt, Age 10 Years

In the dark, cold, rusty, black box I feel as lonely as a leaf scattered in a dark spooky hole and I don’t know what is going on. Suddenly these old people take me out of the small, stinky, box. These huge giant hands squish me into the soft, muddy earth and suddenly I light up like I am the moon…

1 minute later I zoom like a cheetah.
BANG!
I BANG!
I bang through the sky like a shooting star fizzing and whizzing.

I can see I’m in Falmouth, its August and the tall ships are coming! People are climbing on the ships sails; the sea is crashing towards the small ships. I can taste the wet, soggy, slimy fish and delicious chips. I can hear seagulls squawking across the bright, beautiful, shiny fireworks.

I don’t want to die like a human because I can’t stand the thought of fading away.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Amy Trethewey, Age 10 Years

In a dark, cold box, I was lying alone. I felt scared and lonely. I didn’t know what to do. The box was all rusty and oily. I didn’t like it at all.
Suddenly, I was moving around the box. It felt like someone was carrying me. I was rolling all around the box like a ball going crazy.
Slowly someone grabbed me and pulled me out of the box and dumped me on the grass with all the other fireworks. They then connected me to all of the other fireworks. The man left me alone with all of the fireworks. I was scared. He said to a man ,
“I am going to get the matches” Quickly, the man rushed back with a lighter and a match. Would you like to be set off by a match?
Suddenly the man got closer and closer and closer. He set me off with a BANG!! I didn’t know what was going on, but down below I saw a lovely, white Tall Ship. The people were staring at me. The sea was a sapphire crystal shining below me. I could see massive houses, all different colours (pink, blue, orange, yellow…). There were hundreds of dogs and cats everywhere I looked. The sight before my eyes was amazing.
I got closer and closer to the ground. I ended up becoming dust. Lots of tiny grains of dust. Suddenly my life flashed before my eyes as I landed on the ground. I was not a firework anymore, just dust.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Oliver Kellow, Age 11Years

In a dark blue, tight box I lay until someone lifts me out and stands me up. I look up at the dark silent sky. Suddenly I am put on the top of the Falmouth clock. Without warning I am squeezed to the spire on the top of the clock and a few seconds later I am left alone…
I feel frosty as I look and listen to people and children gathering towards me. Children are laughing and waiting for the show to start. More and more and more people come towards me. After five minutes, I hear the sizzling of a fuse and I am lit…
“That’s odd, my base is rather warm. It feels good,” Then my base begins to get even hotter. I smell smoke and the black fuse gets charred and finally my fuse is roasting hot! I erupt into the dark blue sky. BOOOM!
“I’m FREE!!” Where am I going? The audience cheer and scream. As I look down, I see the Tall Ships and Small Ships and the calm blue sea. I can smell the smoke as other fireworks boom before my eyes. I see blue, orange, red and green sparks fly next to me. I can hear the children laughing and clapping. I can hear lapping waves and splashing water. I can hear beeping from mobile phones and loud chatter as kids discuss my colours as I wiggle down towards ground. Suddenly I spark in the sky and split into a million pieces.
My one last ball of ‘dust’ smashes against the ground….

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Jarvis Prowse, Age 9 Years

I’m stuck in a dark box alone, no one to talk to, just a cardboard wall. I looked out of a hole in the box, it was coming dark, people were standing in the town.

Suddenly I heard footsteps, someone was coming, I quickly laid down. Then someone picked me up, and put me in a comfy slot. There was a another person next to me, he attached a long piece of rope to me. I said “ What’s this?”. A sizzling noise, it flicked in my ear, then they set the rope on fire.

Then I flew up into the night blue sky . “I can see the whole place from up hear, people cheering, birds flying, then I saw the most special thing in the world , a sign saying “ John Dyer.” My creator.

After that I went into the sea and died, but I still have that picture in my mind and I had one more look. Now my heat was lost in time and space.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Maxwell Endean, Age 10 Years

For this afternoon I am stuck in a big, dark and gloomy box. I smell the disgusting fish guts outside of the box. Later on the van door opens and I get chucked inside with the other fireworks.
Then we take a journey to Falmouth and I say to the driver…
“Hey what are we doing in Falmouth?”
There was no response. About a minute after there was still no response the van door opened and they took me out of the box and wheeled me to the quay. Then they put me on a stand with about 100 more fireworks and they attached a piece of rope on fire.
“Woah what are you doing?” I said but it was too late…
Suddenly, as soon as I knew it I was running through the air like a cheetah. I could see the tall ships sails’ flapping in the wind from side to side. Then I saw a few seals swimming around in the crystal blue sea.
I came down as a dusty thing and could hardly see anything, then a few seconds later I was dead.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Olivia Deevought-Johnson, Age 10 Years

Quietly I sat (at around 5:10pm) in a big, dry and old big box with five others, however the other fireworks were fast asleep, so it was just me. I smelt damp in the small box. I was waiting for it to happen because I had friends that told me about it, I waited and waited until…

I heard a shuffle-I felt it too. I saw a glimpse of light as a pair of hands slowly opened the box. Suddenly a face looked at me; it was a man, so I looked away. “Get it out of the box, we are starting!” Said the man. The younger boy said cheekily “why don’t you do it?” the older man shot him a glance.

Next I was put on the floor carefully, I was cold but I tried to close my eyes and go to sleep so I wouldn’t know a thing. Scared, I looked around and saw my friends who were now awake. I waved and they waved back.

Suddenly a rope was attached to me as I was nearly asleep. I saw my friends shoot up in the air like a rocket. I jumped millimeters. I felt as controlled as a dog on a lead going for a walk.

Someone lit the rope, I smelt burned rope. I heard people chatting in the audience. They started to count down…10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1…!

I shot up into the air and saw a tall ship called Topaz. Two seals going Arg! Arg! Arg! I saw dogs, birds, cats. People in the water waved at me. A spiky cactus in the distance. Slowly I fell down.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Ellie Rounsevell, Age 10 Years

I was laying in a cold, dusty old box. The lid opened with a creek, a pink giant hand grabbed me in an uncomfortable position. I saw a flame being lit by a happy, joyful human. They touched my dusty old rope and the next thing I knew I was in the sky exploding in different directions in the blue.
I see the gleaming water shining in the moonlight as I swirl around. The tall ships as tall as the eye could see.
As I am fading I smell hot dogs and burgers also fish and chips running up my nose like a runner. As I disappeared the people are amazed and start leaving…
Was I meant to die or not ?

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Freya Booker, Age 9 Years

One day I woke up inside an old and soggy box wondering why I wasn’t in store anymore. After the shocking moment, I heard a really loud noise, it sounded like a huge group of people screaming.

Suddenly, as I looked out the tiny peeking hole I saw other fireworks looking as scared as a young child being taken away. After a while I started to wonder what really was happening…

One hand, then two hands trickled through my box and then there was a humanly face staring at me like a really nosy owl. I started to smell the lynx he would put on every morning glistening through the box. Suddenly he grabbed me as he turned me around and read my instructions.

In a couple of minutes, another man scurried over holding onto matches, wait, why did he have matches? In my opinion I thought he would blow me up and he did! They plonked me on a small stand next to other fireworks. After a while they lit the light onto my rope and in a few seconds I was in the sky.

I could see the amazing swirly fireworks and the glittery tall ships that fantastically reflected in the gleaming sea. I could hear the town clock chiming and a famous musical band playing harbour music. Eventually I turned into dust and died out.
“Thanks John Dyer!” said the man that lit the match. Because I was a re-explodable firework, when every firework was done they set me off again, I had the most beautiful colours anyone had ever seen.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Freddie Murley, Age 10 Years

I was in the cardboard box, it was about 5 pm. I got taken out of the box.The ground was like a muddy puddle. I got the long red wire attached to me…on the end of it was dynamite!

I was scared like a human.

He got a match and lit the end of the wire. It was coming to me. It got to the last piece of the wire and up I went whirling up into the air. It was going until….
Suddenly I went BANG! I exploded, the noise of the firework was great. I was looking down at the crystal blue sea as I looked down I saw the tall ships arrive into Falmouth harbour.
I could see the people having fun in the streets celebrating the Tall Ships coming into Falmouth. I could see the dogs and cats lying next to the trees.

The dust was falling from me.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Jeana Stephens, Age 10 Years

Darkness was following me in my small, brown, wooden box. It was as small as a baby and I could barely fit in. I was quiet and lonely there, alone, unattended meanwhile my friends were in the huge box next to me. A smell quickly passes through my nose and I believe it to be bread and perfume like in a supermarket.
Suddenly I heard a man talking next to me and carrying me out in to the cold air. A small light captured my eyes as an engine started from underneath me. We moved ever so slightly until I heard a gigantic crowd screaming “Tall Ships are coming to Falmouth, our town!” The screaming started to grow stronger than before as I was lifted away by big, bony hands (I thought I recognised them from earlier) walking towards me, more screaming more cheering, more screaming and more shouting!!
Carefully I was lifted out to a bright red stand that was just to my fitting. The sky was now pitch black like the birds flying around with a hint of orange swimming down the side of the hill carrying daylight with it, and darkness taking its place.
Rising, I was up in the sky looking down at the crystal, blue sea with a silky seal poking its head out. The moor’s vibrant colours were beaming out through my eyes with an orange boat that had always been peeping through the corner of my eyes ever since I left the supermarket smelling of bread and perfume.
BOOM! BANG! CRASH! I could still see the same things I had noticed before, but this time less clear as I found out how much I was sparkling. A few minutes later, the sea was now coming closer as I fell into little pieces just swishing side to side, as alone as I was this morning…
My journey was done, as my colours faded I was left alone again waiting for my next chance to shine above all… Maybe I will fly again…?