Lunch With Granny narrative writing

Earlier in the term we were lucky to have Mr. Peter Millett do a writing workshop with us. He talked to us about making our stories more exciting. We brainstormed lots of ideas for exciting stories and eventually agreed that we needed to have an interesting human main character. After more brainstorming we decided (with a bit of persuading from Mr Millett), that a story about having lunch with Granny would be a good context. We all had fun writing our stories.  Here are some of them.

LUNCH WITH MILLIONAIRE GRANNY 

By Daniel W

Sam and granny were going to granny’s new house to have lunch together. They went there in the mini cooper that granny always drove her self . “Are we there yet, are we there yet?” whined Sam.

Finally they arrived at the mansion. Sam was surprised when he drove down the long neatly trimmed, gold plated driveway. When Sam finally saw grannies new house he ran inside .“WOW!” Sam howled. “How did you afford this granny?” asked Sam.

“ Well when your grandad died he appeared to have some kind of jewel that is extremely rare,” she said.

Sam took a tour of the huge mansion. It had 47 bed rooms with a 24 inch tvs in each and a bathroom each. There was a pool and snooker room and a really big pool. In the garage there was 23 cars all red because red is known as fast.

Then Sam got to the lunch table “WOW this is giant table” Sam screamed.

“ Come my young one it is lunchtime” warbled granny.

In the middle of lunch there was a loud BANG!

“Get down!” granny yelled. It was a masked robber so they didn’t know who it was.“They probably want the jewel” shouted granny.

But then granny pushed a button on her walking stick and electronically controlled cage dropped on top the masked robber.

Sam was very impressed and hoped he could see granny every Sunday.

Lunch with Spy granny   By Selene W

It was another rainy day with all the lightning and thunder storm. Me and granny were having tea in the living room.  

Suddenly I heard a rattling sound, a creepy one.

“Uh!” I sighed and walked into the kitchen where I saw a key and it was a weird one, It had a smiley face on shaped like a monkey.

“Granny?” I asked, “are these your keys?”

“Um.......um..., No actually,” she murmured, as if she was thinking of something else.

“TELL ME!” I screamed in a funny way.

“Fine,” she whispered. “Follow me with your lightest steps”. 
She looked around and began to walk.  I followed her. . . .Crackle Crackle.

“Now don’t tell anyone cause this is my deepest secret.” 
Behind the curtain of a long door granny took the key and then she smacked the key in the door hole. A tingle of scarness came down my spine and neck .

The door screeched it sounded like a cat getting angrier and angrier. “Come on honey,” she called in a loud whisper. I went in. It was brighter than I thought and we had to wear special glasses.

“Have you ever thought of being a spy?”  Granny asked me suddenly.

“Seriously! I would love to!” I thought. “but. . . I can’t...”  I said. “Why do we have to wear these glasses? I added. “Because darling,” granny thought.... I love them!”

She slowly opened the door and in front of me was my very own spy gadget set.

“THANK YOU so much gran, You’re the best!”

Lunch With Shark fishing Gran By Mitchell White

“Hey Gran I say should we head in now its getting quite rough and dark out here plus there’s no more food left ’’

“Of course theres no food left,” granny replied, “I only packed two sandwiches and a couple of drinks’’ in a mean hearted voice.

I turned away to stare at the big blue ocean but unfortunately I was staring at it grimmly. The waves came up against each other and then went back down. Abruptly, I hear my gran mutter to herself excitedly then I hear a bang up against the side of the boat.

Suddenly, I saw 2 dozen dorsal fins come up to the boat and go round to my grans side. I crept up to the side of the boat to where my gran was and then that’s when I didn’t believe my eyes. I saw a shark latching onto my Grans hand.

I gave out a shriek. My gran turned round to see me screaming like a girl. Instantly she smacked the shark in the head, and put herself in a position where she tried to look like nothing had happened.

I opened my mouth and I screamed to my gran, “GRAN YOU HUNT SHARKS!!"

           

“NO I DON’T , look at me I’m just chilling!“

“Yeah sure, I so believe you!“ I replied in a sarcastic voice.

“ I’M BEING HONEST I SWEAR“ Gran replied desperately in a cause to defend herself.

“Well I’ll give you some evidence,” I said to her, “You’re talking sarcastically and you’re acting weirdly, so yeah I think you are a shark hunter!“ I ended with a sly grin.

Then granny she told me the whole story about how she had lost her hand, and why she’s got tattoos and spiky hair. Just then we got a phone call.

“You should answer it,” Gran said, “its probably your mum seeing where you are.“

“Okay“, I replied casually. I meandered over to my grans mobile phone I answered it. 

“YELLOW!“

“What the... shark catcher gran is that you “

“No, its not shark catcher granny but um... GGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN come here theres someone on the phone for you,” I called.          

Gran rushed over like a cheetah, “Hello, hello“ she cackled excitedly.

“Shark catcher gran there’s the biggest great white shark man had ever seen. Get here quick!"

With that we were off. As we headed off, I said to gran “I think I’ll come for lunch with you again gran!"