My Hot Air Baloon Journey

We did some creative writing based on our steam punk artwork.

  My hot balloon air balloon lowered me down to the ground and the clouds got farer and farer away. The sea gulls left their perches on the edge of my basket. I landed and the balloon tapped down with a little thud. I could smell the fresh sea air against my freckled and sunburnt cheeks.

Then I saw a rock move and realised it was a seal. How could I have been so silly? Then I realised it was about to attack. “Thank you deadly animal book” I said in my head. So I jumped into my balloon and floated off.

I travelled for another week or so; I can’t really remember because I had no calendar. Then I saw it. The tower I had been looking for “The Eiffel tower!” I was so excited but then the Eiffel tower disappeared. I looked for it all around me. Then I looked down and everybody was looking at me which I found very embarrassing.

Then they got a crane and lowered me down to the ground. When I got to the ground the police asked me my story and every day after that you would find me telling the wonderful story.

By Zara                 

The breezy balloons

A long time ago when we had no colour apart from gold, bronze and copper there were 5 hot air balloons. All the clocks were faded away and those too were a rusty gold and copper. As the hot air balloons passed, the clocks, which were so out of order, would be ticking. The air would not be a wonderful blue and white like in our days though. It would be a copper sky.

These balloons never would stop going through the breeze on their journey across the world. In these days the only colours there were, were copper, gold, bronze and the tiniest bit of black. The air balloons were not as fashionable as ours but they worked way better. Whenever they landed they would just catch a hard drift and there they were, off again in the solid copper air. Whenever the clock stopped ticking it would have meant that the wind was going hard and taking the clocks somewhere else but all that happened is they would just come right back. That is the air balloons from the past.

By Suzie Pinder  

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There was once a beautiful French woman who set off to start a new life so she went into a delicate hot air balloon to find her true love. She was warmly dressed in a thick fur coat and a long blue dress. She drifted up into the clouds and flew over the Eiffel Tower.

The hot air balloon was so delicate when the pigeon sat on it the balloon ripped apart. She was falling down into the Eiffel Tower. She thought she was going to die but she was caught in the arms of a luxurious 23 year old male. Her eyes fell in love with him and they happily lived ever after. 

By Naomi

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A guy invents a hot air balloon with shiny gold, metal, screwdrivers and much other technology things. Then he finished it was enormous and fascinating. It was looking a bit of an old style it was rusty and old, it looked like it was an old trinket in the ancient years. It looks incredibility rare. It was shiny like sparkly gold under the dark, old mysterious mountain and the beautiful fabric was black and pink poker dotted. It looked like there were millions of dots like rainbow sprinkles on vanilla ice cream.

Teisha Lousiale