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Fantastical creatures inspired by JRRTolkein


Beyond where no one knows, lived the crooked, eight foot tall, broad-as-a-door, Locin. Locin was the wisest of the wisest of the west, but never seemed to show it; disappearing in the depths of his map. He was a mysterious figure, very seldom seen, but friendly too, listening to what you would never expect to be heard. No history was known about Locin’s type, nor where they came from; this was waiting to be discovered. Hidden behind the noisy nostrils of the wizard lay the grey, shrivelled, restless eyes of fortune, seeing every secret to be seen. Beneath the mossy green, natural crown upon his head, the ash-coloured, as long as a hell hog’s tusks locks of Locin, reached the bottom of his robe. Locin wore the same swamp-like robe he had worn ever since he earned the Condral (the most powerful weapon in the universe, that can destroy all evil at once when gathered together), and never changed his appearance. No more clues has Locin left, but I wonder who will be the first to reveal the west…


Far East beneath the miserable Moaning Forest lie the great nests of the Egrots, the nearest living place to Hell. Creatures that even dare to go near their territory never make it back alive. Egrots are quick thinking. You would think they strike at any sort of prey they can get their talons on, but no. Egrots are extremely fussy eaters, and only enjoy the juicy fresh meat from a recent kill, either alive or dead. They always hunt in packs, or as Locin’s Book of Secrets says, ‘Never they seek alone’. Egrots are gruesome, grizzly eagle-headed creatures with a surprisingly wicked small body. They have ghastly, slit yellow eyes suggesting disease, along with their sickening snotty nose. The most distinctive feature of an Egrot is their fangs. The fangs are slobbered in poisonous saliva which can kill any creature in the Forest.
Egrots aren’t afraid of anything unnatural – or are they?

By Ben Harris (12)

Through the glass…

In a quiet street in London, there lived a family. Not a boring, poor or rundown street, nor a deserted street: it was a busy road. Neither a boring, poor or rundown family: these people had many interests.

Their house had a ruby-red rectangular front door, inset with etched glass, with a weathered brass door knob. The door opened, revealing a soft baby blue hall; messy piles of post placed on the radiator, two muddy adult bikes propped up against the wall, shoes slid off – this was an active family.

To the left of the hall was a large sitting room used for gatherings; ahead steep stairs rose to hidden territories. The kitchen – the heart of the family home – was at the end of the hall. This is where the family relaxed. Light and bright (with two large windows and double doors to the garden), dinner cooking, bread baking (always delicious), two heavily laden trunks (with a succession of practical projects always on the go) and clean and dirty crockery decorating the surfaces (not enough servants!).

Practicing punctuation a la Tolkein, by KS, Lady Margaret Schoo

Ode to a Giraffe by J Hain

Longest neck-owner in the world
Tallest animal of all time
Tiniest of dainty heads
Stretchiest of thin pink tongues
Titchiest of cute little ears
Spindliest of legs like stilts
In all, a superlative creature!

How the T Rex Got His Sharp Teeth

by Alexander Jarman (6)

A million years ago, there was once a T Rex who had to chew for a very long time because his baby teeth were very blunt.
He was always hungry.
He really wanted to eat a nice juicy piece of yummy turkey.
But he could only eat green leaves.
One morning all his teeth began to fall out of his mouth.
” We lost our teeth too,” said the others.
That night, he felt new teeth sprouting in his mouth.
They were very very sharp.
” I can eat meat now! ” he yelled happily.

The End.

(Lesson 2: with thanks to Rudyard Kipling)