Screaming , Shouting , Screeching
All across the Titanic ,
My hand holding a complete strangers hand
Praying so God can forgive my sins
People sliding down
People trying to walk up
The waves bashing each other
The last boat
time is gone
The Titanic has ended
C.H.P.S is a really supported school with all the I.C.T learning that’s how we found how to blog and to use the computers. Some of us in 5jm are a computer whiz. It is so fun we it come to a friday and we get to do I.C.T.
That’s all for now bye
Dear Mother, RMS Titanic 11th April 1912
Me and Sam are having an absolutely brilliant time aboard the Titanic. There are so many activities for me and Sam to do, the food is mouth-watering, It,s SO NICE! We are in 1st class and our room is so big it’s like an apartment, me and Sam keep going to the gym, we love it! We have breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper and all of the meals keep getting better and better everyday. Every time we wake up we go up to the top deck and stare out at the beautiful, colosal horizon. There are luxurious pools that we always relax in and we always go dancing because it’s so funny. Well that’s it We have to go I’ll talk to you later BYE!
All of a sudden i woke up with a crunch.Then my mum and dad got up and my dad went to go find out what had happend so he went to the captains caiban.Water was pouring our way and then everyone started running and screaming so my dad heard and picked me up and my mum followed behind.
We went quickly to the top of the deck i got really petrified of the people screaming and running fast up to the top deck.Carefully we ran quickly to the bars at the top my mum was in a hurry to get in a lifeboat and my dad was making sure i was going to be okay.Quietly i had to stay calm.EVEN WHEN THE BOAT WAS SINKING !!!!
All of a sudden, nobody knows,
All they felt, is a sudden shake.
A few minutes later,
There’s a traitor.
It looks like they’re in a gator.
Titanic sinking poem.
and souls gone,
everybody’s time has come.
in the sea,
horrific sights are all we see.
In the Arctic,
brisk and bleak,
everyone in a deathly sleep.
not even one cozy bed.
in the sight,
everybody in a fright.
forgive us for sins,
please don’t let us die like this.
By Mohsin Murtaza 5MH