Writing response from space video

Alien Tortilla

 

I move my body slightly to the right so one of my eyes is peering ever so slightly through the small glass hole. I can feel my hearts racing, my blood veins are expanding, I am feeling emotions of nervousness. I quickly check that my connection cord is still tightly attached to me, the last thing I want is to somehow become disconnected from my craft.

I focus my eye again through the small glass hole, I start taking mental notes of the characteristics of the alien. It has some sort of fabric covering most of her torso and lower levels, her head is covered in a curly type material I have never laid eyes on before. It is stationed in some sort of control room with numerous small objects. It appears to be opening some of those small objects and smearing the discoloured contents onto a round disk. Layer upon layer it continues to smear these contents, I can only assume it is assembling a type of explosive weapon. It is very clumsy with the contents and parts fly around the control room, shockingly it swiftly scopes the floating contents into it's mouth. I am shocked, this alien is appearing to rejuvenate itself with explosive contents. It has smeared the final contents onto the disk, I start to panic and considered my retreat back to the craft. Out of the corner of my eye ball I see the alien roll the disk up and take a bite out of it. It then signals with its limb, it points one of its digits upwards and its mouth curves into a half circle.

Sarah

Writing response to space video

I've had enough!  Packaged mackerel and leek tortilla, again!  Every time I wrestled one of those packets opened, I envisaged Rocket, my cat, getting his jellymeat pouch. No wonder he only sniffs it and walks away without eating a bite. That's exactly what I felt like doing now - but no walking away here. Tearing the top off another sachet, I squeezed the gunk out of the contained silver envelope. Whoever thought this was food, let alone appetizing - needed some serious cooking education. My mind drifts back to the list of cookbooks on my shelf at home. Chelsea Winter, Annabelle Langbein, Jamie Oliver - Oh, God, what I'd do for a good hot meal - bugger, concentrate Helen! I reach out and grab the tortilla that is acrobating it's way in slow motion like a distracted clay bird towards the ceiling. I'm so over having to chase my food like some predatory animal. I had a vision of caged chickens, contained in their pen - and being fed their 'portions'. Oh my god! The realization - That’s me! I'm caged with my portions. 

Simile 

Helen

Writing response to space video

Writing piece to entertain..

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1……. BLAST OFF! I wonder where it’s gone? Flames! Smoke everywhere. It was there a minute ago but where’s it going? Everybody watching. Looking. Smiles on their faces. I don’t know why. Space, everybody tells me, that’s where it has gone, space. What is space I wonder?

“How far away is space?” I ask.  “Could I go there?”

I look up to the sky and I can’t see the rocket ship any more. What do they do in this place called space?
Amy

Response writing from space video

Was that really about going to space? Or was that just a commercial for a space cooking show? The woman in the kitchen is trying to show us the latest trend of cooking. Gone are the days of dishwashers, we now have a way to cook mess free! This new trend is a great way to encourage us men to start cooking. For us to be able to cook a nice tortilla without mince spewing and spraying out of the pan sounds good to me. Woman are clever species thinking of something like this now they will get their night off cooking like they have always dreamed of. This is also a great way for us men to stay out of the dog box. 
James

Sara's writing from Wednesday

This piece of writing was written in response to watching the video from www.thekidsshouldseethis.com about the astronaut making a meal in space.

Have you ever seen a tortilla with a mind of its own? 
Hey! Come back here you floating flapjack!

Every time I turn around the damn thing is back over my head! I'm so hungry. All I want to do is prepare a delightful, nutritious and delicious smoked sardine sandwich. I've lost it! There's pieces of fish on the roof, guacamole on my forehead and quinoa up my nose.
"Go to space", they said.
"It'll be fun", they said.
"Sooo much fun", I mutter as I pick the quinoa out of my nose.
By Sara

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