NZ Freedom Campers by Nikita

NZ Freedom Campers

Freedom campers in New Zealand have been causing our clean green image to disappear, our reputation has been demolished because of the issue freedom campers have caused by littering. But banning freedom campers would cause a huge impact on our economy.

Firstly, tourism in New Zealand is very common, but if we ban freedom camping, people will stop visiting New Zealand causing us to lose our money. One huge problem that is caused by freedom campers, is littering. They  drop their rubbish. If they placed several larger rubbish bins, this would decrease the amount of litter.

Secondly, I believe freedom campers shouldn’t be banned because we would lose money from the lack of freedom camping tourists in the economy. Freedom camping is popular with tourists so if we ban freedom camping we would lose money because tourism is common in New Zealand. Tourism encourages people to spend money for their family to go on adventures through freedom camping. People may not be spending money on accommodation but they are spending money on outdoor activities and entertainment whilst traveling through our country, our image encourages them to explore the nature throughout New Zealand causing them to pay more to our industries for gas, food and many more.

Thirdly, camping is a popular activity for both New Zealand residents and for some of the two million foreign tourists arriving every year. Camp sites of varying standards, generally in conjunction with other forms of accommodation, are offered by holiday park operators throughout New Zealand. The facilities at these campsites varies from those with only a basic toilet to those that have the full range of campground amenities.

In conclusion, my understanding leads me to believe that freedom campers should not be banned but they should have strict rules keeping them from destroying New Zealand’s reputation.

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Volcano Myth by Nikita

Volcano Myth

A dark, murky cloud overlapped the sun as it spread across the evening sky. The roar of thunder and flash of lightning ripped through the deadly silence, a black figure emerged from the clouds and fell into the deep blue, the splash sent the body floating up to shore. The body of a girl lay covered in warm sand as the tide pushed rocks to surround her, soon there was no body to be seen. The villages had examined the pile and they realised that the girl that was washed up on shore was the Goddess of love, Athena. The pile of rocks grew and grew and created a beautiful volcano surrounded by nature, the vines grew up to the top while white flowers climbed around them.

A village had been hidden in the shelter of a beautiful forest, fires surrounded the village to keep out intruders but to also keep the villagers warm. Athena had created a lovely home for her people, but like all good things they must come to an end. A fierce storm covered the sky as a flash of lightning hit the chief’s hut, the villagers fled from their homes and scrambled up Mount Athena for cover. Once again a figure fell through the clouds, but this time the body was a boy. Fire surrounded the young boys body as he shot towards the island creating an earthquake, the villages trembled in fear as they climbed down Mount Athena to search the beach for the boy. But as the villagers had reached the bottom of the volcano, the boy was thrust up into another volcano but this time the volcano was covered in fire.

The boy that had fallen was called Ares, also known as the God of war. The villages hid in the trees in fear that another God would fall but no more did. For years the island lived in peace and the villagers rebuilt their houses, until… The trees danced violently in the harsh wind while the beach was overcome by massive waves. The waves grew from the ocean, bigger and bigger until a tsunami had evolved from the smaller waves. As the tsunami collided with Athena, her lava grew weak as the light from the top of her mountain dimmed. She grew weaker each day, as Ares found the meaning of love. His sympathy grew along with his heart, until one day Athena’s light had almost run out because she had been transferring her light into Ares, causing him to feel love. Ares’ heart had finally finished growing as he relit Athena’s too. The two stood happily above the clouds, while Athena sat, proud of herself for showing love to a God of war.

More Excellent Writing

I sit in the old creaking hut. The wood was brown and faded, and when the wind blew you could hear the creaking in the floorboards. I look out the window at the scenery.  I take a deep breath of fresh air and look at the  mountain, with a white blanket of snow covering it. Stepping out of the hut, I feel the soft grass between my toes and the cool breeze on my face. The birds tweeting a lovely melody, and I am at peace.

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The relaxing atmosphere is filled by the morning chirp of cheerful birds, I let out a sigh of relief as the wind whirls over the snow covered mountains. The clouds pass over the isolated landscape, I walk into the hut while the floorboards creak beneath my feet. The echoes bouncing off the mountains reminds me that I am free, I feel the sensation of hot chocolate slide down my throat as the hot mug warms my freezing hands.

By Nikita N

Excellent Descriptive Writing

I sit there feeling lonely, even though I have of what looks like most of the human population on one street around me. I look up only to be met with the burning sensation of looking at the blaring billboards and the copper tasting smoke that laces my tongue. I just sit there with the frosty solid floor underneath me and the occasional foot on my leg or people stealing what money I have left in a hat. The roaring engines have become a lullaby to me, with the blaring noise of a siren in the distance and the clicking of shoes that drum against the floor. I try to look up again and look at the night stars, but are met with a slight glow of the city's lights, but it all becomes darkness.

By Emily B

I was jostled and shoved as people rushed past me. My ears were filled with the voices of advertising shopkeepers, chinging tills, drunken voices and fizzing electricity as I neared my destination I could hardly see from the bright neon lights.

By Gregor C

I stood there, among the hustle and bustle of the people around me. I hear children crying, dogs howling from the apartments above. The lovely smell of the hot food next door fills the air as I walk through the horde of people crowding around the strumming guitarist. At the corner of my eye, I catch a beautiful skirt standing out of the rows of markets, I push my way through to admire the stunning piece of clothing, I run my hands down the smooth, silky fabric. The bright lights of the skyscrapers blind me as I push my way through all the echoes of phones ringing, footsteps, and shouting of the people surrounding.

By Alannah M

The bustling crowd pushes me further forward into the center of chaos, I feel like a child again as I hear the adverts screaming at me telling me what I should do. My claustrophobia kicks in as the fresh air begins to be invaded by the exhaust fumes and smoke. The smell creates a taste in my mouth making me want to puke, but the glorious smell of fresh bread fights back and defends my taste buds. I’m pulled back up by frantic arms and I can see everything, the skyscraper mountains and flashing lights, the image is picturesque.

By Holly R

A claustrophobic feeling sends butterflies in my stomach as the chattering voices distract me from the position I am in, people filling the streets from all directions harshly bump into me. My back hits a glass building with a blast of light climbing the skyscraper as the firmness of the surface strangles my spine, I make my way towards a churro stand. My taste buds erupt as the sweetness slides down my throat. The night sky is filled with bright lights from the advertisements, as the cars speed past in a blur.

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It Wasn't My Fault by Nikita N

It Wasn’t My Fault

Mr Atherton stood there mocking my catching skills but it wasn’t my fault! You may be wondering what wasn’t my fault, you’re probably not but I’ll tell you anyway.

The sun was hidden behind the dull clouds and my friends and I decided to play cricket, I was batting. Mr “A-Dawg” came along and decided to fling the ball at me, I smashed it and ran as the fielders dashed after the ball. Now it was Katia’s turn to bat, I watched as she hit the ball at the ground next to her feet, I sprinted through the maze of the fielders as they crossed my path.

But I was too late, the wicket keeper had already hit the wickets with the ball. I sighed in exhaustion. I walked away from the wickets and stood ready to catch the ball. I heard a loud thud as the ball shot off of the bat, I ran towards the ball but was shoved out of the way by one of the other girls. They dropped it. >:-[

Mr Atherton ran behind the wickets as one of the girls started to bowl, there was no sound coming from the bat or the ball because they didn’t collide together. Mr Atherton caught the ball and threw it back to the bowler, if only it made it that far. Instead it was coming towards me so  I got ready to catch it. But Holly jumped in the way to catch it too, so I let her... but she missed. The events that followed left an everlasting scar on me, the ball landed on my face and hit my eye. “You can’t catch a ball with your eye!” laughed Mr Atherton. I gave a scowling face at Mr Atherton and flicked my hair in anger, and I exclaimed, “BUT IT WASN’T MY FAULT!”