These interesting Mr. Twits are the result of our recent Children's Creative Writing Class. The objective was to expand the creative mind, visually and in word form - both together. It also included using descriptive prose and character to achieve the desired "yuck!" affect.
This class was based on Roald Dahl's book The Twits. The extract is in the previous blog. As you can see we have wonderful young creative minds at The Write Space. Check out more at http://www.thewritespace.ie/ or on Facebook at The Write Space! Thank you guys!
Andrea
Train Terror!
Once I saw a man on a train. I knew him from a book. It was Mr. Twit.
I looked at him, as if I was going to get sick. He had a beard. It had about 20 worms, 15 snails, 5 chicken bones, 2 juice cartons, 17 pieces of rotten cheese, 9 pieces of sweet wrappers. And it looked like a fish was there, but it disintegrated and all you can see now are its bones. Don’t even get me started about the squid eyes!
What I know is that he has 47 spiders. I know this because I counted. I know, that’s weird, right?
If you ever meet Mr. Twit, go to Australia and stay there. That’s what I’m doing right now.
P.S. Mr Twit stinks and he’s here, in Ireland.
Anna
Mr. Twit
He had a pig nose, a heart, a fire, a rotting dead person, a mouse, a rubber duck, a fish, a chewed finger, rat poo, mouldy cheeses, intestines, veins, glue, ear wax, sports, wood lice, acid, snakes, rotting alien flesh, gone off sick and a person puking all the time in his beard.
Aoise
Mr Twit Goes To The Launderette!
At ten o’clock Mr. Twit left Number One Sprite Lane to go to the launderette. He walked down the road. On the way there the people around him fell to their knees. They were not falling because they liked him. But because of his beard!
It was the worst thing ever! You could smell it from the other side of the world. He had lot in his beard. But here are just some: chocolate, fish, chips and much, much more!
When he finally got to the launderette, he met me. Hi, I’m Sally! I work in the launderette. The next day I went on the train. He was sitting across from me. I stared at him. “What are you looking at?” he said. “Sorry”, I said backing away. “Can you stop staring at me now?”
Chloe
Mr. Twit is an ugly man who always goes on the 9:00 train. Loads of people have to hold their nose, because of the smell. Some people cancel their trip.
Once Mr. Twit went on the train with a worm wriggling in his beard and he kept licking his beard. He has fish, apple, bugs, a worm, stale bread, cheese, gravy and a sandwich in his beard.
Daniele
There was a wriggly worm.
A bit of rotten cheese.
A chewed pink pencil.
A puddle of ketchup from dinner.
A sticky dead fly.
A small spider.
The spider’s web from last year.
A big puddle of gravy
A crooked tooth that fell out last month.
Gerard
I was on a bus and I saw Mr. Twit. He yelled. “Where the hell am I supposed to sit!” Then he sat beside me and I got sick and then I took a picture of Mr. Twit’s beard and that’s the story of Mr. Twit. (Sung).
Hannah
When I sat beside Mr. Twit I almost puked in my faint. Probably because of his beard.
In it there was:
Rotten cheese.
A fish head.
Soil.
Rat poo.
Rotting alien flesh.
Toxic waste.
Future’s evil enemy, a mouse.
Sewage water.
A finger nail.
Cow poo.
A claw.
A bird’s nest.
His baby teeth.
A rotten three scoop ice-cream.
A baby lion’s leg.
Isabel
Mr. Twit is horrible and disgusting. If you were sitting opposite him on the bus, you would feel like you were going to be sick. Mr Twit never washes or cleans himself. He has the most horrible things you can think of hidden in his beard. A spider, a fly, a cigarette lighter and a sausage.
Oisin
Mr. Simon’s Adventure
Did you know Mr. Simon had the most revolting beard ever! He had in it mince pieces, chewing gum, ink, fish, steak, cat’s hair, mice poo, sewage water, fart powder, dead flies, an old sailor’s boot, acid, petrol, and soil.
Now Mr. Simon went to New York once and when people went past him they got sick. When he got on to a train in the subway, he sat down beside a business man. The man went light green. He fell to his knees and collapsed and said: “I’m rotting away!” Finally it was Mr. Simon’s stop. When he got out, his beard got stuck when the door closed.
Two Hours Later...He finally got out but sadly his beard ripped in two. Somewhere in New York his beard is floating in the air. Smelling like poo!
