Darting

I was darting down. Trying to catch up with her. I felt the strings on my parachute about to split. I had to grab onto something. It was too late.

By Shakil Ahmed Year 8

Gliding

We were gliding down, the wind gushed. My strings attached to me got tangled and you were gone.

By Zaynah Begum Year 8

Screams

The girls jumped. Screams flew out of their mouths. The rip grew. A screech. The girls no longer smiled. Neck snapped; tangled body...death!

By Kenda Davis Waite Year 8

Amazing

There are 5 of us, trying out something amazing. Two of them disappeared. I have a camera, but no footage.

By Cyrus Bennett Williams Year 8

Flying

Birds are flying, the breeze on my face, this is what paradise feels like? A bird had torn it; what shall I do?

By Cyrus Bennett Williams Year 8

Bumper cars

The wind changed, they both collapsed, crashing as if they were bumper cars, they are falling, tangled up in string, altitude of 500m; land. Die?

By Cyrus Bennett Williams Year 8

Smile

As you flew on by the wind blew through your hair, first glance, that smile. You were lost forever. Gone.

By Faizah Nasar Year 8