these are the sentences (all horse themed)
Paul Green's stables in Lydiate train race horses.
Roxy's Bridle wasn't done correctly.
Haflinger horses are Austria's favourite horse breed.
ola's amazing english blog Xx
Tuesday, 23 April 2013
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Sunday, 24 February 2013
Warm
bodies
Just before I start this review I just want to say that I couldn't get on to the film club website, and the "sensible" thing to do would be to put it on blogger. Sorry for any inconvenience caused. :)
Warm
Bodies is a mixture of comedy, After a zombie apocalypse, surviving humans build
a wall to prevent corpses; zombies, from killing them. Corpses wander round aimlessly,
barely able to open their mouths. The way that they portray the corpses, and how
they move, eat, and kill makes this movie more frightening, thrilling, and
realistic.
Everything started with an outbreak of
some kind of plague, and as the human population steadily shrank, the corpses
were getting stronger. R, a zombie is the main character in the story. The way the actor (Nicholas Hoult) plays the
love struck zombie makes the audience feel sorry for R, because all R wants is
to be human again.
When R finds a group of friends scavenging
for medicine, R and his hunting pack find Julie (the colonels daughter), Perry;
Julie’s boyfriend and various others. Corpses don’t bleed and are difficult to
kill, but as soon as R sees Julie, he is immobilised. After killing Perry, R
eats his brains and relives all of Perry’s memories with Julie. It makes the
audience torn between what is wrong and what is right, and although was doing
something bad, the audience can’t help feeling sympathetic towards him.
At the end of the film, though, R’s love for Julie
made him live again and cure the other corpses. Although they were cured, Bonies,
skeletal corpses who have lost all sense of feeling cannot be cured with love
and are killed, regretfully.
Although
somebody might look at the warm bodies trailer and call it a zombie or horror
movie, throughout the story you start to realise that its so much more. This clever
plot leaves you walking every step of the way with the characters, as well as
you getting to see both sides of the story and not just R’s view.
When everything is almost normal in the
end of the film, I think it shows that something like that could actually
happen, and the only way everyone can stop it is by working together.
Ola
Olsen
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
This... is the ghost of Hamlet's father
P.S. Last night I was sketching out some ideas for my story. I think that I've got some good characters
Sunday, 11 November 2012
my next idea x
I have decided to write a novel on blogger, for all the story-readers out there! It was originally mr howards idea, but i do think its a good one. Character resemblence to any person in real life is PURELY COINCIDENTAL! Now all i have to do is think of a story...
Sunday, 28 October 2012
the last chapter
The final chapter
Mortified, Athos reached out to grab Helena. His hands wanted to crush her, destroy her, I wanted to protect her. We started to circle each other. Lunging towards me, Athos roared and yelled in frustration. I ducked and sprinted to the other side of the room.
“Run Helena! Please.” I shouted, as Athos grabbed me by the throat. My head was pounding, and sweat poured off my forehead like a waterfall. Helena was running towards me. She had a knife. An icy fist clamped over my heart. Then it all went dark.
I saw my life flash before my eyes, I wondered about what had happened. Helena, Katherine, Athos?
I was probably dead anyway… no point of thinking anymore. Katherine was gone. So was Helena. I can’t think. What clouds my eyes and thoughts?
I think I was lying on a bed, I could feel the light feather pillows against my sore neck. A cold cloth on my head, and I could hear birdsong. The smell of blood, and the wildflowers from the forest. I think there is somebody here, sitting on the bed. I can taste blood in my mouth, and I can start to see a picture. I can make out colours, but everything is fuzzy. Glittering gold, soft peach, creamy white, crimson red, something is moving closer. I think that it must be somebody’s face. I shut my eyes again, and fall into a long, dreamless sleep.
Helena was sitting cross legged on the edge of the bed. Athos was dead and gone forever. I had the house. I had Helena.
Epilogue
Helena and I never saw Katherine again, but I hope she found her lover. Helena and I have lived in the house for a year now, and are happier than ever. She didn’t need to be tamed, and when I ask her: "do you love me?" She always says yes.
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