As part of our narrative unit in English we have been writing the opening of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. To get us started, we watched the first few minutes of the film, then planned our writing.
We were concentrating on putting prepositional phrases at the start of our sentences as well as using other words, such as verbs and similes to start sentences to vary our writing. Here are some examples of the children’s work.
Indiana Jones by Ben Boyle
Indiana Jones glanced across the gloomy, forgotten hallway at his loyal assistant, Santiago. He didn’t seem troubled at all. The slightly shorter, potbellied, dwarf- man tried to step forward, but Indiana stopped him. “What’s the matter, Senior,” said Santiago, “There’s nothing to fear here! We can just walk up to the glistening, golden Idol and take it! Right now!” He tried to move forward again, but this time Indiana aggressively shoved him against the century old wall.
“That’s what scares me!” Indiana told him, fear blazing in his eyes. On top of a grimy, white marble pillar, the legendary golden Idol shone powerfully, as if to beckon them, to come to it. It looked like a Pharaoh on a royal throne- well, if you count a cold, moss covered pillar as a royal throne.
Yanking a torch off the wall, Indiana scraped away a patch of moss off the floor. Instantly, as Indiana pressed the torch against a stone on the floor, quicker than the speed of light, an arrow shot out of the wall, like a bullet coming out of a sniper rifle, but instead, coming out of a creepy face in the cold, mossy wall. A shiver went down Indiana’s spine, as the arrow embedded itself in the torch. “Hold this,” announced Indiana, holding out the torch.
“Whatever you say, Senior,” Santiago said, taking the torch. Stepping carefully, Indiana bounded over to the idol. From his threadbare, leather satchel, Indiana took a drawstring bag, full of sand. Opening the bag, Indiana took a handful of golden grains, letting it trickle through his open fingers. Thinking that the bag was light enough, he prepared to swap the idol for the bag of sand. The whole world seemed to stand still…
Santiago was rubbing his hands, thinking about money. Swapping them over, Indiana swapped them. Breathing like a panther, he took off his dust covered, cowboy hat, readjusted it, and put it back on his head. The pillar that the idol was on began to sink; the cave began to collapse. Rocks fell from the ceiling and arrows shot out of the walls as he ran back to his assistant, who was desperately trying to swing across a pit in the ground. As he landed, the branch broke, the branch that Indiana’s whip was attached to. Suddenly, the door began to close. “Throw me the whip!” Indiana pleaded.
“Throw me the idol first!” Santiago replied. The door was almost closed now. “Throw me the idol! No time to argue!” He repeated. So Indiana threw him the expensive, golden idol.
Indiana Jones by Maddy Kirby
Indiana stared into the dark, dank cave; the glittering, gold idol sparkling at the end of the mossy cave. His assistant (a greasy man with olive skin and hair as black as night), mumbled “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“That’s what scares me,” muttered Indiana.
Slowly he knelt down and scrapped the mud brown dirt off of a mossy rock to revel a deep crack at the edge of the rock. Carefully he butted the mossy rock with the end of his club like stick. With the sound like wind being sucked through a straw a silvery arrow shot out of a golden mask and with a thud like a stone being dropped in a lake the arrow embedded itself in to the thick wood. Indiana slowly and very carefully crept across to where the golden Idol sat like a king on a throne – well a mossy stone podium really. He pulled a leather satchel full of sand out of his pocket. Carefully, he tipped a hand full of sand onto the patted floor. Quickly, he switched the leather bag filled with gritty sand and the shimmering idol. He tipped his muddy, brown hat and started to strut back to his assistant. Suddenly the stone podium started to go down. Boulders crashed down. Skilfully Indiana dashed through the cave. “Throw me the idol,” cried his assistant.
“What!” Indiana yelled back.
“Throw me the idol and I’ll throw you the whip.”
He chucked the idol. “Adios,” and the assistant ducked out of the closing door…
Indiana Jones by Freddie Livingstone
Indiana and his assistant slowly entered into the dark and gloomy cave.
The assistant said “There’s nothing to fear here.”
“That’s what scares me,” Indiana said throwing the assistant to the mossy wall. Indiana got a big torch; he scraped the mud
and pushed down the stone. Suddenly an arrow shot out of the wall, hitting the edge of the torch. Indiana carefully tiptoed to the idol. He stared at the idol closely. He took a handful of sand out of his bag to make it the same weight as the idol. Then he switched the bag with the idol quickly. He shrugged his hat, slowly the bag of sand went down with the podium. Then the cave came crashing, Indiana ran back to the entrance, arrows flying everywhere. Fearlessly Indiana’s assistant swung across the gap with the whip. The wall began to close off. Indiana stupidly lobed the golden Idol to his assistant who escaped, leaving Indiana trapped.
Indiana Jones by Samir Hussain.
Indiana Jones ran into the gloomy dark cave looking through the deep rotten hallway. His friend, who looked very skinny, said unthoughtfully “There is nothing to be scared of.” Indiana replied, “That’s what I fear,” whilst pushing his assistant against the slimy, mucky wall. Grasping a wooden soggy torch he prodded about with the stick, finding a booby-trap and activating it. The arrow shot out like a rocket piercing the damp stick.
His assistant looked shocked; Indiana turned to him with a grin on his face. He whispered “Stay back!” Indiana carefully stepped through, moving towards the glittering golden idol, avoiding the traps. Pulling out a bag of sand from his long warn jacket shaking his fingers he quickly switched them over, turning back to his assistant. Suddenly they had the whole roof collapsing on top of them as he dodged the shooting arrows which were as sharp as a sharks tooth. Santiago quickly sprinted to the dull entrance, holding the lashing whip in happiness that they’ve got the glittering golden idol. “I need the whip,” yelled Indy!
“Only if you pass me the idol first. Come on, we don’t have time to argue.”
So Indiana lobed over the dazzling glimmering idol. “Now give me the whip!” Indiana yelled in disbelief that Santiago would abandon him.
Indiana Jones by Emilie James
Indiana Jones looked at the golden idol with greed in his face and his grubby assistant by his side.
“There is nothing to fear here,” said the grubby old man.
“That’s what scares me,” Indiana replied, with a shaky voice. Indiana scraped off a bit of lose dirt from the odd pavement slab, underneath the dirt there was a sharp start of a rock, Indiana placed the torch on to the trap and an arrow shot out of it. He passed the torch to his assistant. Indiana carefully tiptoed up to the golden shiny idol, making sure he didn’t step on any of the Booby trapped stepping stones. He was trying to be as quick as a cheetah (trying not to step on any thorns). He had a bag of sand and tipped some out of it. Then he got ready to replace it, quickly he took the idol off and replaced it with the bag of sand. He rearranged his dusty old cowboy hat that he always wore. Arrows started to fire; the cave started to collapse. Indiana’s assistant found a long whip, he swung across the crack and said, “Adios,” and left Indiana all alone.
Indiana Jones by Ella Groves
Indiana looked down the long gloomy corridor behind him. When suddenly the grubby man said, “There is nothing to fear Indiana.”
“That’s what I’m scared of,” replied Indiana staring at the shiny idol. Suddenly he realised there was a stepping stone trap so he got a stone and placed it on the grubby trap and then an arrow shot out on to the rock, “Stay there,” shouted Indiana.
“OK,” replied the grubby man.
Suddenly Indiana started walking closer and closer and closer until he could not get any closer to the mossy golden shiny idol. Then he got a bag of heavy sand and pored some out so nobody would know he had swapped the sand with the idol.
And as soon as he turned round the stadium started to come down. Arrows, rocks and more started shooting out. “Pass me the idle,” said the grubby man.
“No, pass me the whip,” said Indiana. So they both passed the whip and the idol to each other.
“Leave me I will be fine,” shouted Indiana.
“OK,” said the grubby man. He just got out, leaving Indiana alone.
Half Term Homework.
Maths work on multiples and factors Due Tuesday 1st November 2016.
English – write an alternative start to a favourite story. Due Tuesday 1st November 2016.
Education City Due Friday 4th November 2016.