Year 9 e1 and e2: Assignment 2

Assignment 2: imaginative, descriptive and/or narrative

 

The best assignments are usually those that come from a shared learning experience but are finally chosen by individual candidates; negotiation of assignments with the teacher is recommended (bearing in mind that these should be sufficiently challenging to stretch candidates to their full potential). For example, a class might study types of short story and their structures.

 

Candidates are encouraged to revise, edit and correct their work and may discuss the process with their teachers. However, teachers are reminded that their advice must not constitute correction and that candidates must be responsible for specific corrections of spelling, punctuation and grammar.

 

Length of assignments

• The component description suggests ‘between 500 and 800 words’ for each assignment. This is a sufficient length to attract the highest marks. Work that is significantly under- or over -length is likely to be self-penalising.

 

Use of word processors

• Each assignment may be either hand-written or word-processed. Electronic dictionaries and/or spell-checkers may be used.

• Candidates should be reminded of the importance of careful proofreading of all their work. Typing errors, or the use of a wrong choice from a computer spell-check or thesaurus, must be counted as errors, and shown as such.

 

 

Your task is to write a short piece of description based on the events of H.G. Wells' novel 'War of the Worlds'. Your piece must be between 500-800 words. Candidates that either fall short of the required minimal length, or exceed the length, will be penalised.

 

You are attempting to write with the flair and style of Wells, in the genre of Science-fiction.

 

You can either choose from the following suggestions or negotiate an idea with me:

 

 

1. The Attack of the Heat-Ray, witnessed by a journalist
2. A Survivor's Account: Living in Fear
3. The Wasteland
4. Death of the Martians

Graphic Description,

His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity, every inch of his body tingled at once, the gaping abyss in his body spurted the crimson red fluid. The clock was ticking for the next victim to be enveloped into the arms of the Martians. The radiation corrupting the lives of the innocent. The burning heat, scalding every inch of blistering skin, the red blotches covering the withering skin. Surrounded by lifeless corpses. Hell had opened on Earth. Shrill screeches rang never ending in my skull. The dull ache of life destroying my brain. The earth surrounding my scalded feet, torched with light, the smoldering heather dully glowing orange. 

The blood that was left in the limp corpse began to curdle as the weaponry struck down the latest victim. The body writhed and wriggled, as the bodily fluid seeped out of every crevice it could find, the entirety of the damage was not yet sustained. Brains went to as slush; as if a bomb had just been detonated the grass was singed to within an inch of life. Organs ejecting out of their original places. This overwhelming heat sizzling the weak, decaying arteries. Motionless bare skeletons strewn across the blackened earth. An irreparable tear in the skin leaked the stinging blood from an aorta, killing the defenseless human being. 

Every single body had been obliterated, no body laid untouched. Strewn across the common, no one stood a chance as they were weak and powerless to the Martians' heat ray.

Graphic Description

Graphic Description Homework

The tear dropped down her intimidated face, as the tremble of the igniting bomb stood in front of her. Dirt surrounded her face as the clouds were filled with ash and death, the clattering sounds of murdering machines and daunting planes filled the atmosphere with purpose. She sat there in open fire of hungry murders, she sat there filling her emotion up with enmity and disgust of the poverty and destruction man was causing.

                                                        

The bomb still loitering the hospital with the ambition to convulse the wellbeing of the woman standing in death itself. Her eye was filled with a dimness of black, with a torpedo of slim light aglows the darkness as the dispatch of a bullet shined past her eye. Off her fingertip came a stand of blood dripping down to the gloomy ground, colour to unknown world, another stand of blood.

Her world was now corrupted with death and darkness, her world was now turned into the present day.

By Danny Evans.

Graphic writing- by Nash Pountney

His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity; every inch of his body tingled at once. It was as if he was being stabbed with needles, repeatedly. Blood began to stain his white shirt, creating bright red blotches. He began shaking and fell to the ground dramatically; his limbs began convulsing, his eyes became bloodshot and wide with fear. His mouth was open, as if he was screaming but no audible sound could be heard. The skin that was visible became black and charred. All of a sudden, the shaking stopped. He lay limp and lifeless, embedded in a pool of his own blood. A gust of wind blew past and took part of him with it; his whole body was like a pile of dust. The tiny blackened remains of him danced in the wind, leaving a puddle of blood which was the only remains of the poor unfortunate victim.

Graphic description - ed

His skin began to prickle with neat intensity, every inch of his body tingled at once. The elegance of the blissfully-bright rays seeped through the remains of my withered emotions; silenced screams and pulsating movements from terror. As the wind began to enrole a surrendering whistle, my emotions spiralled into a depressed dream; I assumed that terror had persuaded me to freeze and proceed to the heights of heaven however my human instincts kicked in therefore I staggered towards the unharmed fishermen’s pub and seized with intensity.

The hallucinogenic rays ruptured through the pubs roof and obliterated the greasy skin on my left forearm. My white, silk top absorbed a substantial amount of this violet tampered blood; distant screeches began to alert my ears and my breathing became heavy and impatient. As I adjusted the position of my wounded arm, a signal from one of the foul beasts sent me into a powerful shock; my ligaments froze with a devastating effect. The creatures breathing was frantic and tormented; then he entered the barn and slivered towards me with the extra-terrestrial weapon in his foreign claws; he raised it up to my fore head, a sharp pain then silence. Darkness.

Graphic Writing

It was only a matter of time before the heat enticed weaponry had chosen its next victim. It just happened to be a nearby citizen. One strike from the extra-terrestrial device was enough to destroy him.

What seemed like deep crimson paint splatters cascaded their way down to the broken cement. His skin began to split across his torso and spread down to his charred feet, destroying each and every cell inside of his broken shell of a body. The sickening crunch of his veins splitting open was almost too overwhelming. The lost blood painfully oozed out of his neck and travelled down his irreparable body; his organs seemed to give up and decay within a matter of seconds. His punctured chest ejected all the sizzling blood it could muster. The sound of bones crumbling and incinerating into nothing couldn't help but sink into my ears. It seemed like his whole body had been obliterated into small discarded pieces, leaving nothing but reddened ashes and the smell of burning.

Graphic writing

His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity; every inch of his body tingled at once, and began to vibrate under the heat of the ray that had just struck him down. Every cell in his body began to mutate, like it was on fire. His body began short spasms, blood ran to the thin layer of skin just below the surface blotches of red began appearing all over his pale skin. It was like little islands in a vast ocean of nothingness. Where the ray had pierced his skin it began to crumble, dust particles were blowing away in the gentle breeze. He crumpled to the floor in a mass of limbs and he began writhing in pain as the heat ray ate him up from the inside out. Dust particles were now thickening the wind as more and more bodies crumpled and disintegrated, the floor was red with blood as it pored out of the crumpled heap. 

The next moment he stopped moving, the crumpled heap was no more than a sunken skull, the eye sockets were crumbling and all that was left of the eyes was little pupils the birds no longer wanted, the nose was slowly disintegrating just a cracked hole, the mouth was just a line in the sunken skull. All in all there was almost nothing left of this poor man, and many other people around him. Just then his skull burst into a heap of dust covering the blood splattered floor...      

Graphic Description

My grotesque story

Slowly, his body withered and crippled in response to the heat-ray. He released a moan of intense agony that pierced through the air. The flame burned from inside out. It felt like an eternity as the heat writhed it’s poisonous claws around its heart. His spine. His soul. Beads of sweat evaporated instantly once released. Fumes of darkness and shadow escaped every crevice of his body. Embers in the hundreds furiously fluttered out of his gaping mouth in alliance with screams of anguish. His eyes drew dark and emotionless as the life was drained from them. Thick pulsating veins consumed them, deteriorating his vision. His skin crackled and drew translucent and thin as paper. Tears of solitude and distraught ravished their way through his dry thin lids, emerging without warning, they glistened in the rage of the flame around him. Alone, he began to reminisce of the life he lived. However, not even the flame that had already taken so much granted him this one last hope: peace from dying. With one last swift movement the flames, without struggle, obliterated his body, or what was left of it, resulting in an explosion of a thick, dense plume of ash and dust that darted in every direction.

Carried by the wind, the plume left no record that his body was once here, wiping him out of existence. The only thing left that labelled his life was a single tear. A tear that now held a man’s dreams, hopes, joy and freedom. This, untainted being was the only thing that marked his life.

Soon, similar beings were being harvested in the same spot. The flames took their pure souls also and only the tears of them were left. The atmosphere was alight with glowing clouds of dust. No, not dust, but the thin flakes left of the petrified bodies. 

Graphic Writing

Sorry it's so short. I have trouble with writing. Being a grade C and all. 

All thoughts extinguished as the searing fire engulfed his body and mind. He hadn't even a chance to glimpse it before it wrapped its sweltering arms around him. In seconds, his once smooth skin ignited, blistered and cracked, flaking off into the night air. Tissue and organs set alight, no feelings in his bones but overwhelming agony.

   He let out a howl of anguish as his exposed muscles convulsed, burned and shriveled. His stomach burst, allowing the boiling acids to flow from within. The blaze tore through his flesh, crumbling his inner workings, leaving him hollow and empty. His still sizzling blood dripped onto the ground, forming a small puddle of steaming red fluid.

His lifeless form toppled to the scorched earth; his face rested onto the blackened grass. His soul had departed from its mortal body. The pain was over; it would bother him no longer. 

The Final Warning

The stench of putrid flesh, vomit and blood hit his nose, causing him to wretch. his electrifying blue eyes gazed around the common and what he saw made his blood freeze with intense fear. Masses of dead, decaying bodies were piled up high, as if they weretin cans on a store shelf. Some of the rotten bodies' skin looked badly burnt. The skin it'self still bubbled and boiled and blood still oozed out the giant boils, landing with small splashes on the grey, gravel, ground.

He was so lost in thought of what happen. Questions swarmed his mind. Who did this? Why did they do it? So lost in fact, his mind hadn't registered the terrifying scream rip through the cold night air and pierce straight through to his feeble heart.
He quickly whipped his head round (so fast he thought his might be ripped clean of his shoulders) only to face to face with a young girl around the age nineteen. Her once blonde curls, now hung in red stained tangles down her petite frame. Her dark green eyes were filled with fright and she clutched at her slim, flat stomach.

"H-Help...me." She Stuttered out.

He looked at her in confusion. Help her? How could her help her? Was she injured?
Wait! Did she know what had happened here?

"Miss, do you what happened here?" he, asked taking her gently by the shoulders.

Just as she was about to answer, her body began to sway and she fell into his warm, yet slightly alarmed, embrace. Lowering her to the ground, he began to notice the sticky wet substance on his hand. Blood. She was bleeding. His eyes scanned down her body and what he sae made him throw up the contents in his stomach.

His body arched, as the sickly yellow bile left his body and landed before him in a pile of sick. Beads of sweat began to form upon his brow and he weerily wiped them away. His auborn hair feel acroos his face and he turned back towards the violently shaking girl.

The young girlwas still attempting to hold in her entrails that were seeping through her baby blue blouse and her fingers clutched at the ground. Just as another scream of pain left her lungs, he swiftly picked her up and held her to his quivering chest.

"What happened here? Who did this to you?" he desperatly asked again. He needed answers He needed them now!

Her face was now a plain white. Her once blood red lips were now a purple, blue colour and her green eyes, which were once filled with fear and pain, only held a dull look now. She fell limp in his arms and with one final breath, she gave her final warning.

"Run! They're Coming!"

Graphic Description

                   As I looked at the rotating mirror device, I almost sensed what was to come. I began to turn and run, but before I knew it, my skin was tingling with such intense heat, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I toppled to the ground, confused and in pain. My cells began constricting with the heat. My body was defying what my brain was telling it to do.

                   My blood rose to the surface of my skin, turning my skin bright red. My legs were screaming with pain at me, and the rest of my body was just the same. The pain burned through my clothes, and turned my outer cells to cinders. My skin itself began to rip and shrivel, and my organs boiled inside me. My muscles seized up. There was nothing more I could do. I felt my appendages being incinerated, and my blood boil. I attempted to close my eyes, only finding that my eyelids themselves had been destroyed by this death. My remaining organs turned to dust. I allowed myself to fall to the mercy of death.

Graphic Writing by the amazing Sarah Harker

Graphic Writing

A puff of green smoke wafted in to the cool night air, luminous against the navy blue of the night sky. The large group of spectators stared at the shimmering rolls of black leathery skin, piled up on top of the enormous cylinder.

Unaware of what was rising out of the pit, the spectators stood staring at the Martians, as the green puffs of smoke rose higher and higher in to the sky. Observers face glowing green and were lit up with curiosity and fear.  

The small gun like object rose from the pit like a corpse rising from it grave. Suddenly it stopped and out of nowhere, trees all around started bursting into flame, and there were people screaming and falling dead on the spot. It was like a circle of death. The night grew hotter and hotter; the crowds grew smaller as people fell. This invisible ray of death was killing instantly. Clothes were tattered and ruined, as they lay on their burnt bodies of the former owners.       

Graphic Description- Katie

His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity, every inch of his body tingled at once. The heat permeated his body with an unspeakable severity. He could feel his blood boil and brood, perhaps curdle, beneath the flesh which encased his bones, now seizing and shaking. He let out no audible sound his eyes, however, grew bulbous and pulsated in a clumsy, random expression of fear. His hands convulsed and the convulsion became less. Flesh tore from his body, ripping from the very marrow-filled scaffold he was comprised of. His body flickered from side to side. His mouth dried; his lips drew into his mouth, as though a vacuum was installed in his throat.

His corrupted and broken body lay limp. Lain on the shallow grass, waning red puddles formed over his lose epidermis. Blood seeped from his hollow, soundless ear canals and the blood, which had risen to the surface, writhed and trickled, unsettling and cold, down his brow and lay in the furrows momentarily. Then, as if he were nothing more than a burnt log settled in a grate, his charred embers fell to the ground. Ashes- nothing more- in a small heap. The ashes danced across the Common and disappeared into the thick soupy darkness of the sky.

Graphic Description

I knew what was going to happen. With yet another blaze of heat, bodies were pitched like rag-dolls across Horsell Common but when they landed they were different: contorted and twisted in spasming shapes, wrapped in fiery shrouds, mouths stretched wide in silent screams.
            I couldn't tear my eyes from the nearest victim, but then the nearest victim's eyes tore, tore right from their sockets, and blood gushed superfluously onto the ash-black grass. Bones crackled sickeningly and easily as twigs, skin grated from the twitching corpses like zest from an orange. And as bodies blackened, coming rest on the unrecognisable common, the heat-ray ceased, but I could still feel the burning horror associated with the end, the very end, of everything.
            I rushed forward to one dilapidated body, if you could call it that, because now it was a grotesque mass of bones scattered around me. I heard an erupting roar and looked towards the cylinder's deep hollow, and as the heat-ray flared I knew I would soon become nothing more than the repulsive sight at my feet.
            Thrown back onto my writhing spine, I felt my veins sever, my skull shatter asunder, my burning apendages break away seamlessly, every cell in my body screaming in protest. My eyes were clamped shut against the disturbing views I knew I would see, and did, as my lids themselves were ripped away, and was forced to see the last sight, one of horror and atrocity, one of my body smoking and sinking to nothing

Graphic Writing Homework

His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity, every inch of his body tingled at once, getting bleaker as the seconds ticked. Sticks seemed strenuously digging into his pulse, unstoppable.  Chalky textured gravel covered visible skin. Blotches of clotted bright red blood smeared his clothes. He felt as if he was disintegrating, becoming invisible, wasting away in the heat of it all.
Scalding heat became standard; images appeared right in front of his eyes.  Smothering in his crust, fluids evaporated hastily. Ligaments were not malfunctioning, his head floundered as result of the temperature, uncontrollably his body refused to respond.  Although his soul had drained out of him, sucked up memories and knowledge, quick pulses of movement sprung into his body. Gestures transferred. Stewed skin simmered continuously until a pile appeared, almost like charred wood condensation. Still there were patches of somber red. The metal clip on his belt changed from glossy silver to a burnt grey charcoal color. The piles of ash and promptly changing color skull lay on the ground.

Graphic description homework, Jazz Burton, Year 9

His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity; every inch of his body tingled at once, it was as if he was being stabbed with the tip of a knife a thousand times. As he struggled in pain, it was as if an artist was painting a picture but the picture had a twist, the artist painted the man laying on the floor in pain as the water from thin membranes tearing the tissue at a microscopic level and expanding. The artist then painted blood trickling down his arm and the deep red liquid from his skin was seeping through his long sleeved white cotton t-shirt. But then the artist added yet another twist to the painting, there was a knife in the man's hand; the blood had seeped from the cuts on his arms. He became so terrified that him and everyone else in the common were going to be brutally murdered by the Martians. This caused him to use the knife across his body and bleed until he had taken his own life so he is in control of how he dies , not the Martians  The only thing left of him was his ashes . The man who caught sight of the troubled person laying on the floor watched as his troubled soul seeped from the body laying on the floor. A glare seeped from out the man's mouth as his soul escaped., there was a fizzing and a popping sound, the man's body disintegrated  The witness of this couldn't say anything he was speechless but the ashes on the floor were the remains of his brother, a tear trickled down his cheek.
Jasmine Burton, Year 9, Graphic Description Homework.