As a culmination of our focus on Frozen Kingdom and Michael Morpurgo's 'Kaspar, Prince of Cats', we have been writing a description of the Titanic going down. We used stills from the movie to aid our planning, using a different paragraph per shot. Here are our efforts:
The boy was crying in silence waiting for the sorrow in his
heart to reach him for going on the ship. Suddenly, horribly, dramatically - he
could hear the icy water climbing the core of his spine. The people were
screaming as loud as a lion. The water was an animal in a cage ready to kill.
What would anyone do if they were in his shoes?
The water rose up the stairs like a spider making a web of
death. The boat creaked back and fore non-stop. They could hear the water
approaching them slowly. There was a smell of death in the air. Salty, sneaky,
alive – the water was an enemy that wouldn’t go away.
People tried to swim for their lives but they couldn’t. The
water kept pulling them under like pulling a balloon string. Babies were
wailing; they were scared and confounded. The waves were crashing into precious
belongings.
People were out of breath from swimming away from the terrifying
waves. They could taste the bitterness in their faces, trying to get out of
that madness. The boat was a coffin for the passengers.
People were rushing to the top of the rising boat so they
wouldn’t hit the astonishing cold water first. You could hear the squelching
water in people’s shoes as they ran for their lives in shock. The edges of the
boat were soggy and soaking wet from the huge waves.
The ship snapped in half like a celery sticks. They could feel
their sweaty, pits hands and fore-head flowing like a water tornado, from being
horrified and running through the narrow corridors, hopping the water wasn’t
cold.
Ruby
The boy,
alarmingly, was stood bawling his eyes out and screaming for his life. Scared,
traumatized and lonely - the boy was distraught. He could see the fear before
him as the boat crashed more and more. He couldn’t control his painful tears.
The heart-broken boy stayed silent as the water was crashing the door slowly as
it cracked. He had no more tears to cry as he knew his life was ruined. The boy
could smell the horrific death coming his way. The water was as angry as a bull
fighting for the red. What was he expecting?
Sorrowfully,
soul- crushingly, alarmingly - mothers were grabbing their children, panicking
trying to hold on to their lives. People were chocking on salty diseased water.
They were lifted off their feet as the water killed them. They could touch the
fear in the air as they reach out. The candles were flickering as fast as
lightning. The staircase was as grand as can be. All they could hear was
pausing screams of little children screaming for their parents. The children
were miserably crying as they had no choice not to. The screams were as loud as
a train making noises. The suffocating room was as tight as a coffin.
People were
pushing each other to save each other’s lives. Their souls were as cold as a
freezer. Young people were holding on to the slippery poles as they got deeper
and deeper into death. They could smell souls crushing body to body. People
were running through the pain. Howling was the word to describe their screams.
The pray was starting to catch its predators. They quickly focused on breathing
- not movements. Did they have an option on death?
Running down
the staircase, they panicked. Grabbing on to the poles, they made a line.
Adults were knocking on others doors telling them to get out. Women were carrying
bags, babies and clothes. Passengers were getting flushed down like a toilet.
Knee high water was gushing and pushing the petrified families. As it got
deeper into the Atlantic Ocean, the more they panicked - they panicked like a
stray dog getting taken away. Babies were wrapped in clothing getting out of
their room escaping from the ice cold water. Massive waves were approaching
like a spy.
People were
collapsing and toppling over ruined table and chairs. The Titanic slowly got
deeper and more and more broke their bones. People were hanging off the edge of
the boat. Children were crying unstoppable tears. Families were worried sick
about their other missing family members. What did they do to deserve this?
Lifeboats were arriving in the distance taking women and children first. They could
feel the pain of death running through their bodies.
The Titanic
snapped in half like an elastic band. Wires and people were tearing apart like
a melting ice cream. The Titanic was becoming more and more apart, leaving
children and adults’ dead bodies across the ocean with fear floating away.
Would you like to be in this situation?
Ellie-May
The weeping
boy was stood with a distraught look on his terrified face. The water was
surging uncontrollably through the thin gaps in the door. The water was a lion
about to burst out of his cage. The boy could almost taste the salty bitterness
of death in his mouth. The boy could feel the extreme cold of spiteful, icy
water crawling up his spine. Could this have been his last hour?
The grand
staircase was a pool in the process of being filled with a watery death. The
staircase was drowning with death poisoned water surrounding it. The ‘grand’
staircase was no longer grand. The water was rising as quick as a cheetah,
creeping up the grand staircase.
The swift
water was furiously sweeping the passengers away as they desperately tried to
escape from death. The water was like a fist punching the passengers out of a
boxing ring. The water was a hoard of bees charging towards the horrified
passengers; you could hear the distant screams of the suffering passengers as
they tragically froze to death.
The poor people
were desperately swimming with adrenalin pumping through their blood.
Vigorously coughing and gasping for air, they could hear the splashing of
waves. The sound was now getting boring. Could they survive through this frozen
situation?
Jay
The boy was as terrified as a trapped animal
because the boat was sinking as the water was eagerly flowing onto the ship.
The boat was sinking at the speed of sound but the only sound he could hear was
the sound of water gushing to break through the door. The ship was a prison
feeding on the passengers screams and despair. Water was freezing and flooding
the ship faster as the boy was accepting his fate as he could not live any longer.
He could see his death in his eyes. The door could not cage the water any
longer like a piece of dynamite about to explode. Could anyone have prevented
the Titanic from sinking?
The boat was ripping in half as it was floating
above the sparkling, crystallising, shimmering ocean. The ship was a caged
animal ready to break out of his cage. The screams were getting louder by the
minute. They could see their lives fading away as fast as a cheetah running
towards its pray. The ship was a diabolical devil of death eating the
passengers lives away.
The lobby was flooding with people gasping for air
just waiting for the cold icy water waiting to take them and destroy them. The
cold icy water was cold enough to freeze them alive; the water was gushing
faster than anyone could imagine. The screams from the passengers were as loud
as a lion roaring. The room was a prison destroying the innocent people from
the inside out. The waves were flooding the room with its cold icy water.
The lobby was starting to flood as fast as an anchor
sinking down to the sea. The lobby was a coffin for the passengers trying to
hold on for dear life but the water kept dragging them down and drowning
them. Very soon the lobby became a grave yard for a lot of people.
The people were getting on the top of the Titanic
because the ship was starting to float above the sparkling, glamorous, shimmering
sea. The ship was sinking as fast as waves flowing on the sea flooding the ship
as fast as rain dropping from the sky.
Aaron
The boy was mournful with no tears knowing that his
life would be over soon. As the boy saw water gushing through the very narrow
gaps in the door he heard very thin screams through the floor boards. The boy
was petrified of the door to burst with salty water to spray everywhere. He
could see the power flickering like a lightning storm. The boy could taste salt
on the tip of his tongue. He could hear the ship creaking loudly as Titanic’s
bow went under. As the water went up the boy’s body he could feel the sorrow in
his heart of being on the ship. The boy could feel his feet freeze like being
in the Antarctic ocean.
Brandon
It was a terrible sight as the ocean washed through
the glass at the speed of light as lives were lost. The Titanic's bow was
sinking as fast as a cheetah. The sounds were the screams of the panicking
passengers desperately swimming to safety. The passengers were fighting for
their lives and minutes later those lives were lost.
Alastair
The poor lonely boy. He could see the lobby fill
with water as he ran up the stairs hiding from death. He could hear the second
class staircase snapping behind him. He could smell the salt water rising as
fast as sound. As the water rose and extinguished the candles, it had almost
engulfed the stairs.
They were screaming in terror. It was a brawl; one
on one - man on water. It was a fight to the death. They could hear children
crying and screaming "no" as their final words. The water caged them
in.
He couldn't move; he knew that he could never live.
He could hear people choke and drown on the other end of the door. He could see
his tears pouring down his face while the water executed him. He was as scared
as someone who knew he was being hunted. How would you feel if you were him?
Cain
The boy was crying with fear in his soul knowing
the water was going to come any second to wipe him out because the door was not
that strong. He was scared to run because he knew he could not make it. He
could hear passengers banging on the floor while running up the deck to try to
get a lifeboat. He could not smell anything because his nose is blocked because
of the ice. He could sense one thing, fear.
Cerys
The water was rising as fast as a flood and was
destroying the beautiful Titanic. The boat, which was the Titanic, creaked as
though it was breaking. The candles were flickering like a disco.
The passengers were coughing and choking repeatedly
as the water went down their throats. The sight of souls about to be crushed
was a dreadful disaster for the passengers. The taste of death
in the air was the taste of defeat in the air. The
passengers were smelling death as they were struggling to survived the Icey
Atlantic Ocean. The objects, which were floating, could not be
grabbed by the passengers. The titanic was becoming
an escapist for passenger and it was a never ending game of death. The
passengers were clinging on to anything they could. How would they live without
lifeboats on the Titanic?
Chloe
The boy was a terrified child just waiting for
someone to save him, but he was to cold too scream for help. The child could
hear the screams of other children around him getting pounded relentlessly buy
water. The boy was trying to get out of the situation but the water was to deep too run away and tell his
parents.
The staircase looked as slippery as a slug’s trail.
It smelt like death on a day of disappointment. It felt like a ragdoll being
dipped into water. The passengers touched the slipperiness of the grand
staircase.
The people in the icy water were freezing and
grabbing onto anything they could find. The icy water was as frosty as frost. The
passengers were as cold as the water freezing them to death as they thought it
was coming!
Regan
The boy was traumatised with panicked fear. He
could see the water right beneath his feet. There were unforgettable and
panicked screams all around him. The boy could smell the salty water right
beneath his panicked heart. The boy could fell the chilled water climbing the
curve of his spine. He could taste the deadly water on the tip of his tongue. There
were screams as loud as a lightning strike. The water was crashing through the
doors. The water ran through the floor. Soul crushed, empty, heart-broken - that’s
what the boy felt.
The water was flooding the room with panicked fear
in humans’ souls. They could hear objects smashing while water flooded the
room. They could smell the death right upon their souls. They could taste the
freezing water dashing through their mouths.
The couple were screaming for their lives
tremendously with horror. They could see the couple swimming with panicked
horror. They could taste the deadly water on their bodies waiting for death.
Connor
The boy was crying with fear in his face while the
water was gushing through the gaps in the doors. He could hear the desperate
footsteps banging on the floors with screaming passengers everywhere. The boy
could touch the salty diabolical water rushing towards him as he stood there in
the corridor of the Titanic. He could smell the salty, bloody water beneath his
feet. He was desperate to leave right then. He felt petrified, terrified, destroyed
as this happened.
The water was rising up the steps as the candles
were flickering wildly. All you could smell was burning candles and salty water
everywhere and anywhere. You could hear the steps creaking and the boat
breaking. A lot of people’s souls crushed that day. They could feel the
freezing water coming towards them up the steps. All they feel on the Titanic was
the pain in their icy bones. The water was as cold as an evil queen’s heart. They
could taste the salty water rushing towards them.
Phoebe
The boy was waiting for someone to save him. He
could see the water was trying to boom the door open. He could smell the
freezing icy water under his feet. He could not move or walk. He was scared to
move. The water was as cold as frozen ice. He could not move He was-frozen to
death.
The boy was crying to his death he was to scared to
run for his live. The water was raising up the very postor stairs. The water
was as cold as freeasing cold staris. They could feel the icy water rasing up
like people spring up the staris.
Alisha May
The boy was crying stood terrified as the people
sprinted through the corridor. He could see the pounding of the water like a
hammer never ending! The boy had a petrified look on his face as he was
accepting death.
The people were trying to escape the impossible as
they yelled till death. The waves were strong as a dog trying to break free!
They could smell blood in the air when their arms flailed while they swam to
safety.
Waves were crashing into the luxurious staircase.
The sea was a chainsaw destroying everything in its way. Gushing, flowing, smashing
- the sea was a living monster wrecking peoples’ lives. They smelled death in
the air.
The boy was standing in the icey cold water like a
statue. His feet were stuck to the cold wet wooden floor like ice cubes. The
cold water was gushing through the expensive doors like a shark banging into a
wall. The little boy could hear chirldren and adults screaming. He was staring
into a door deeply. The water sounded like tornado crashing into the ship.
Amie
The boy was a dog trying to burst out of his cage and he was
screaming as loud as a whale. The water was so icy the boy could not stand it.
The boy was really dead inside. He smelled like a poor soul. The water was
cascading, gushing, flowing - it was dreadful for the boy.
The second class grand staircase smelled like death. It was a
disaster; the candles were as scorching as fire. The first class grand
staircase was becoming a prison for the passengers. It smelled like blood.
There were lots of dead bodies traveling around the room and staircase. There
was blood everywhere.
The people were rushing to get out of the gates of the
freezing ice cold water as cold as an ice cube. The people were shrieking and
gasping for air. They were so frozen they could have had frostbite
Dylan A
The boy was crying with fear in his heart. He saw the water hammering against the doors. He could hear the other passengers screaming, crying and terrified. The boy could smell the oily ice water beneath his feet. He could taste ice rushing down his throat. He could touch the diabolical icy water crawling up his body. People were screaming as loud as a lion roaring its way through the jungle. The people were screaming, running in the Titanic to their death. They felt terrified and petrified.
The passengers were desperately wanting to breath from the salty water. All you could hear was the passengers screaming, shouting and crying. The passengers could smell fish, salty water and death coming their way. The passengers could taste icy blood water. They could touch water smashing against the passengers. The passengers water was as cold as ice. The passengers body were as cold as one of the mountains there all passengers of the titanic were drowning. They felt terrified, petrified and scared.
Menna
The confused boy stood silently in the corridor
with the look of terror on his face. The passengers were heartbroken. They
could taste the bitter salt on their tongues. They sprinted like a cheetah for
their lives. The sea was pounding against the door. Scared, lonely, afraid - the
boy was alone and frustrated. The boy was glued to the floor as he was
petrified of what was about to happen to him. The diabolical door was getting
soggy by the perishing death water.
Seren
There was a young, poor boy weeping distraughtly
while the waves were crashing into the door behind him. He felt the sorrow in
his heart eating away at him for being on the ship, which was supposed to be
'unsinkable'. All he could hear were screams as loud as thunder and waves as
big as mountains crashing into expensive walls. Cascading, flowing, gushing -
the water was a predator while the ship was the prey.
There were poor souls begging for their lives as
some knew their time was up. They could hear shrieks; they felt petrified as
the icy water climbed their spines. They tried to grab onto anything in their
sight.
Two poor passengers were gasping for a single
breath as the sinister sea washed over their faces. All they focused on was
breathing. They could hardly move because the water was as cold as ice. They
were petrified.
The candles in the second class stair case
flickered like lightning as the water was rising like yeast in bread. The water
was a spider climbing the stair case making a web of death. They could feel the
hearts freezing slowly. How much longer would this continue?
Ellie
The boy was sadly stod thir like a zombe with cold
ice water like a bom. The boy could not shout for help. He coud hear screams of
children being washed away by the ice water.
He could smell deth in the air the pasingars was
screming with fear as the water was about to take them to the dead the
pasingars trid to swim away from the water. the water took some pasingas away
to the deths.
The girl and the boy was swiming to safty. He trid
to grab on to the pole to avod from being perisht.
The candls were flikaring and the floting evry whir
arond the room. the second class stir case stirs whir braking as the water was
rising up the stirs.
Kallum
