Creative Writing

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Lesson information

Who is it for?

Years 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 and 11+ Prep
(Current year group)
Just £12 per 45-minute lesson

What is the content?

Our weekly classes cover all the key writing genres in the National Curriculum, supporting, consolidating and extending what children learn in school. We focus on a different genre each half term block and children are given regular progress assessments.

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How is it taught?

The fully interactive and engaging style of our lessons allows our students to share their ideas, with teachers able to provide immediate feedback and support.

What do our parents say?

“Christos got Headteacher’s award for his writing today. Gobsmacked! Now, if that isn’t down to your teahing, I don’t know what is”

Pana, mum to Christos

“What a fantastic set of lessons. Bella’s writing has come on immeasurably in such a short time!”

Claire, mum to Bella

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When are the lessons?

(Click on each tutor profile for more information!)

Years 3 & 4

  • Tuesdays – 6:30 pm | with Dawn
  • Mondays – 2:00pm | with Ali
  • Saturdays – 9:30 am | with Lorraine

Years 5 to 8

  • Mondays – 4:30 pm | with Ali
  • Mondays – 6:30 pm | with Ali
  • Wednesdays – 2:00 pm | with Ali
  • Tuesdays – 4:30 pm | with Ali
  • Thursdays – 5:30 pm | with Ali
  • Thursdays – 6:30 pm | with Ali
  • Saturdays – 8:30 am | with A li
Ali

Pre-recorded Lessons

  • 6 lesson course with marking for years 5, 6 & 11+ | with Ali
Ali

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Creative Writing before and after

Creative Writing Task - Forest in Winter
The forest was green and there was a lot of wildlife here. The last time I was here a few months ago but it is now quiet and cold. There are no hikers as there were in summer and the birds have migrated. It is so quiet that the only noise is the sound of my feet as I walk over the large number of icy leaves on the ground. The tall trees have lost their leaves and the branches are bare. They stretch upwards towards the grey sky. Other plants, such as the bushes and the grass, are frosty white and they shine in the bright sun. It’s really, really cold. The parts of my face that are exposed are cold and my hands are cold too, even though I am wearing gloves.
When I first passed this magical forest which was quite a while ago it was bustling with hikers, clicking their cameras and the branches were clothed in a variety of lush, rainbow-coloured leaves. However, presently, the hikers would probably huddle around a campfire or snuggle in a sleeping bag to escape the harsh bit of a winter’s deadly grip.

Even the birds have fled to a much warmer, more welcoming country. Silence hovers in the misty air and, apart from my heavy crackling steps on the lightly covered leaves, no sound can be heard. No twitters or tweets. No laughing, no crying. Just endless, eerie silence. Icicles clink together like nature’s own beautiful music.

Longingly, the elegant thin branches reach for the stone-grey clouds, which fill every crack in the sky. Other plants, such as wilting flowers and dusky-green bushes are delicately decorated with frosty-white snowflakes; they shimmer and shine in the early morning sun.

My lips turn blue and I am becoming a shivering dog, who has just taken a dip in the sea. Teeth chattering, I wrap the shawl, which is draped around me, even tighter. Despite me wearing the cosiest, warmest gloves, my hands are being nipped brutally by the relentless freezing weather.

What do our parents say?

“Christos got Headteacher’s award for his writing today. Gobsmacked! Now, if that isn’t down to your teahing, I don’t know what is”

Pana, mum to Christos

“What a fantastic set of lessons. Bella’s writing has come on immeasurably in such a short time!”

Claire, mum to Bella

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