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National Digital Learning Week 2018National Collaborative Story
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Schools who took part in the P4-P7
National Collaborative Story
National Collaborative Story
Chapter 1 – St Joseph's RC Primary, Aberdeen City
Loch Ness had become too dangerous.
As well as tourists and photographers, there was now a hunter who wanted to capture the whole Nessie family and lock them in a dungeon. So the youngest monster was on the run, with the codename Braw, hoping the young people of Scotland would help the family find somewhere new and safe to live.
One day, Braw was being chased along a foggy lane, when suddenly something grabbed Braw’s tail. He swiftly turned around, his heart beating loudly in his chest to find a small girl. The poor little Loch Ness monster did not know what to do. The young girl told him, “Don’t worry, I want to help you.” Braw looked over at her, still panicking. She seemed serious, he thought….but could he trust her? He heard running footsteps.
“Quickly, my father will find you! Run!” whispered the mysterious young girl.
“Thank you!” replied Braw and he waddled on into the distance and out of sight.
“Good luck,” she said.
As well as tourists and photographers, there was now a hunter who wanted to capture the whole Nessie family and lock them in a dungeon. So the youngest monster was on the run, with the codename Braw, hoping the young people of Scotland would help the family find somewhere new and safe to live.
One day, Braw was being chased along a foggy lane, when suddenly something grabbed Braw’s tail. He swiftly turned around, his heart beating loudly in his chest to find a small girl. The poor little Loch Ness monster did not know what to do. The young girl told him, “Don’t worry, I want to help you.” Braw looked over at her, still panicking. She seemed serious, he thought….but could he trust her? He heard running footsteps.
“Quickly, my father will find you! Run!” whispered the mysterious young girl.
“Thank you!” replied Braw and he waddled on into the distance and out of sight.
“Good luck,” she said.
As she saw the beast go off into the distance she turned to see her father looming behind her. “Mairi! What are you doing out here alone?” her father yelled at her.
“Oh um…” she stuttered, “just talking to myself.”
Her father scoffed, “Well, if you see that wretched sea monster, tell me because we need it for the money, otherwise we will starve!”
He walked away with a harpoon on his back. As Mairi was left alone, she wondered to herself if she had done the right thing, setting it free.
Braw waddled as fast as his tiny flippers would let him. He was tired and freezing and could barely feel his flippers. As he looked onwards, he saw a small,
cosy-looking cave with a fire lit in the corner.
Whose cave could this be? He wondered.
Too tired and cold to think about it he
slept there for the night.
He was safe, for now…
“Oh um…” she stuttered, “just talking to myself.”
Her father scoffed, “Well, if you see that wretched sea monster, tell me because we need it for the money, otherwise we will starve!”
He walked away with a harpoon on his back. As Mairi was left alone, she wondered to herself if she had done the right thing, setting it free.
Braw waddled as fast as his tiny flippers would let him. He was tired and freezing and could barely feel his flippers. As he looked onwards, he saw a small,
cosy-looking cave with a fire lit in the corner.
Whose cave could this be? He wondered.
Too tired and cold to think about it he
slept there for the night.
He was safe, for now…
Chapter 2 - Beaconhurst, Independent
I swam up to the surface of the loch. As I broke the surface I stared up to see a dark black hole perched on wooden stilts. The reek of death fell upon my face and mingled with the mist. I heard the creaking footsteps of the enemy above. The memories of my mother's haunting stories rose to mind, memories of cousins, gone by the hand of man, all the other lochs now desolate and devoid of life.
A chill went up my spine as I saw the pole split in front of my face and I heard my mother's deafening roar. I threw myself out of the way as my mother's graceful tail came crashing down against the timber frame. Splinters of wood hurtled towards my face, stinging as they pierced my skin. I swam backwards and watched in shock as half the crannog tumbled into the waves.
Lightning split the sky as the harpoon hit my mother in the side. She fell with a shriek and dragged the hunter down with her. As he stained the loch blood red, it was at that point that the vicious vendetta began between hunter and hunted.
Braw woke up with his heart racing and the dying words of the hunter ringing in his head.
" Your next harpoon will be your last."
A chill went up my spine as I saw the pole split in front of my face and I heard my mother's deafening roar. I threw myself out of the way as my mother's graceful tail came crashing down against the timber frame. Splinters of wood hurtled towards my face, stinging as they pierced my skin. I swam backwards and watched in shock as half the crannog tumbled into the waves.
Lightning split the sky as the harpoon hit my mother in the side. She fell with a shriek and dragged the hunter down with her. As he stained the loch blood red, it was at that point that the vicious vendetta began between hunter and hunted.
Braw woke up with his heart racing and the dying words of the hunter ringing in his head.
" Your next harpoon will be your last."
Chapter 3 - St John's R.C High School, Dundee
Braw suddenly came to terms with the fact that he was not dreaming anymore. Aware of the cold hard stone against his back and the unsympathetic wind slapping against his face, he rose. Dazed and unsure of his whereabouts, he scanned the area, an ever-present dark gloom surrounding him. It was suffocating. Looking over his shoulder, he watched the tiny embers flickering and dying. Hours ago, they had been a roaring fire. What was happening? He could hear the sound of water dripping, echoing, from miles around, while his eyes were drawn to the unusual markings daubed over the expanse of the cave. All at once, the desolate and lifeless cave came to life as Braw realised these were the markings of hunters - predators who had viciously slaughtered his ancestors with their razor-sharp, glistening harpoons.
A musty smell crept up his nostrils, seeping into his lungs. He knew now that this place was not inviting. Afraid, Braw readied himself, desperate to leave. His flippers shook with a fear that threatened to engulf him. In the corner of his eye, a shadow lurked; a shadow that towered over him. His heart hung heavy like the morose mocking face of the moon that frowned down upon him.
