sreda, 15. junij 2011

A story by Katra

There was a girl and she lived in a tower block on the 7th floor. She had a scary neighbour. One day the girl was in lift and she wanted to go home. The lift suddenly stopped and the neighbour came in. Girl noticed that her neighbour had a red hand. The legend says: who has a red hand is a killer. So as soon as she could, she wanted to run away from neighbour. She pushed the button for the 7th floor. But the lift stopped on the 2nd floor. She pushed the button for the 5th floor and the lift stopped in the 9th floor. She pushed the buttons and she finally came out on the 7th floor. She ran into the apartment and locked the door. She went to the balcony and looked for the scary red handed neighbour. She saw her on a big ship. There was a wooden cross too. Neighbour was sitting on a cross and she was waving to a girl.

Katra Košir, 8.C

ponedeljek, 13. junij 2011

Another story by Erazem and Rudi

STORY OF A ROCK
Once upon a time there was one little rock. Who knew that that rock had a crush on a football.
Story begins one day when he saw a football, he liked her so he wanted to make a good impression on her. He started growing and growing till he was a size of a football. Then he saw it again and she was more beautiful than the first time. A few days later came a good fairy and he asked her if she wanted to put a spell on him that he would become a football. She did it and then he was walking around. Some boys saw him, they even played football with him. One boy kicked him so hard that he landed in the water and then the river washed him away. Nobody saw him again till he landed on a little island called Hawaii. There he saw a lot of beautiful footballs, he married one of them. They lived happily ever after.
Erazem Paravinja, Rudi Kustec, 8.a

nedelja, 12. junij 2011

A story by Hana

Once there was a girl named Tanja. She liked going to school and training valleyball, but she hated playing violin. She went to music school. She was very talented. Everybody praised her. She wanted to stop playing the violin. Parents told her, that she would be unfortunate, but she didn´t listen to them. When she completed four grades of violin she stopped visiting music school. She sold the violin. She was happy, becuase she didin't have to go to music school, but soon she was sad. One evening Tanja and her mother went to the concert of strings. She was longing for the violin. When she came home she thought about that- what a big mistake she made. She felt empty, she couldn´t play for her soul, becuase she didn´t have the violin. Violin made her feel complete, although sometimes was trudge. One evening, when she was with her mother she told her about that. Mother said that she understood her and that this was a big experience for Tanja. Tanja bought a new violin and started to practise for the entry test. When she practised enough, she reported to music school. Before she played, the committe said, that she won´t be reaccepted becuase she was too old. But when she played, the committe was delighted and she was accepted. She was so happy! She was never sorry, becuase she was accepted to music school. Latter she became a famous violinist.
Hana Purger, 8.a

Two stories by Nika and Grega

A long time ago, in the big dark dessert, lived a turtle named Poldi. He was very lonley becuse there was noone alse in this dessert and he had nothing to do. And there was nothing else than sand around him, not even some trees or rocks. Poldi was so bored that he decided to dig a big hole with his own hands. He was digging for 3 weeks, when he finally discoverd something. It was a small bush, with unusuall berries on it. He ate them but he got poisoned. He was very sick then, but suddenly a miracle happend. He saw a lightning thing coming from the sky. It was a fat beaver called Goran. He gave him something to drink and Poldi was feeling fine in a minute. Then Goran flew back to the sky and disappeard. Next day, Poldi was walking in the dessert as usual but he gut hit by a car and he died.





In the woods near the river a thick old bear lived. Every day he walked around and stole the honey. A beaver also had a home by the river. He collected trunks and parts of trees that would do the pool, where they breed the fish. When the bear saw it, he asked the beaver, if he could catch fish there. Beaver agreed to this, but he wanted the bear to give half of fish to him. Bear agreed to this, but later it did not comply. He ate all fishes. Beaver was very very angry. He decided to break the pool. Because of that all the fish disappeared. Beaver was smart and he was not hungry. Bear was different. So he was hungry since that day.
Nika Hribernik & Grega Stržinar, 8.c

A story by Matic

Lost in the forest

Once upon was a boy named Jake, who lived in a small village at the edge of the forest. He lived only with his father since his mother died of illness. He was 10 years old and was bored during the holidays, so he walked through the woods. His father told him to not go deep in the woods, because it may be lost. But he did not listen to his father and decided to explore the woods. Early in the morning he went into the forest and walked for quite some time. The moment he wanted to just go home he saw a cave. He went in to cave, it was very nice and high and he go so far that he come to the other side, where there was a beautiful forest. A storm was coming, so Jake decided to return home. He thought he was running in the right direction, but did not and he got lost. Before the storm he stayed under a tree.
At home the father was very worried, because Jake has never been away for so long. He began to look for him, but could not find him. Jake was in the woods all frozen waiting for the rain to stop. He walked all over the woods to find the way home. His father was looking for a very long time, until he came to the cave, he went through it to the forest. After a long time Jake saw his father, he thought it was a miracle, but immediately ran to him. He was very happy that he found him. They went home and Jake never went so far into the forest.


Matic Čerin, 8.c