Happy New Year to everybody! Have a good 2010!
Yahoo! News
This one is about “Robin”. The superhero!
Research has shown that robins “see” the Earth’s magnetic field, which helps them in migration.
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This is about a newsreader who was, well, reading the news, and in the background (they were filming Melbourne) a seagull walks right across the camera! Read about it here!
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YIPPEE!
More news…
This one is about a baby who rolled onto a train track… Read to find out what happened!
JoY6KS
Helloooooo!
Hello Everyone!
It’s been AGES since I last posted, so I thought I might say hello!
How was everyone’s summer?
Is everyone safe?
Waiting for news?
NEWS WILL BE COMING SOON!
JoY6KS
News
You may have noticed that all the Yahoo! News I put on doesn’t show up.
I don’t know why, and it seems I may have to stop all news. If this happens, I will update instead with CBBC Newsround instead, or Google news.
If you want to find your own news, check up here everyday!
The Blue Library
Chloe jumped. There it was again. A knock on the wall. She fingered the key at her neck nervously.
”Hello?”
Chloe screamed as a howl blew through the library, bouncing off the circular walls lined with shelves, snapping at the pages of books like a hungry dog. Books swirled around the room, bookmarks were torn out, pages ripped from the seams.
Chloe stood in the mess, arms bleeding from paper cuts and head tucked under in a brace position.
”What happened?” an elderly man stepped down an iron staircase. He surveyed the mess with sad green eyes and sighed. ”I told you not to go playing around with your eggshell!” The man had his hands on his hips and was trying to keep a stern face.
”But it wasn’t me this time,” she muttered. “I swear!” Chloe held out her hands to show she was not holding anything.
”Then who was it?” Theodore shook his head and picked up a book. “Tales of Winter. I can’t believe it. Wrecked!”
The book wilted sadly and shed a few more pages.
Theodore picked up another book. Lorel. He opened it. Chloe watched as grey paper replaced the white, like a paintbrush painting away mistakes.
She frowned. Where were the wonderful stories? Just then, a mist rose up in the center of the library. Darkness filled the room. And out of the mist, a figure arose, no more than a shadow. It was wrapped in what looked like a cloak of rippling metal. ”Hello, old friend,” Saverly laughed at the look of bewilderment on Theodore’s face. He looked at Chloe. “A new acquaintance I see…” Theodore gulped. “Welcome… Saverly,” ”A rather sad library, I must say. So lonely.” Saverly laughed coldly. “No point in keeping it on the map!” Chloe, cowering behind a bookshelf, watched in horror as a wave of ink spread out on the floor around Saverly. Books melted and died. Bookshelves shook, ridding themselves of their burdens. Chloe froze. ’If the books die, the library dies. If the library dies, I die.’ Theodore’s words echoed around her head. She screamed and leapt towards a falling book, avoiding the ink coating the floor like a second skin. Her fingers caught on the spine of the book. She felt the book shudder and almost tear in her hands. Chloe looked around for another book, but the shelves were empty. She was holding the last book. The Unique Book of Faerie Tales. The only thing that would keep Theodore alive. Saverly screeched like an anguished bird. ”Give me the book!” he yelled through clenched teeth. Chloe snatched one look at Theodore slumped against the wall, and decided against it. She ran. Saverly floated after her, sweeping up the twisting iron staircase, arriving at the next floor with a muffled groan. He sat up and looked around. A fireplace, two sleeping bags, a sofa. Everything was in it’s place. The only thing missing was the girl. Saverly thumped the floor with his fist. Chloe shivered in the corner, holding an ivory box in one hand and the book in the other. She grappled for the key at her throat. She pulled hard, but only succeeded in strangling herself. Saverly heard her choked cry and crept towards her hiding place. He pounced, pinning her down. The book fell from her hand with a thump and the box shattered, bits of silver eggshell littering the floor. ”Oh…” Saverly’s eyebrows leapt up his face like jumping caterpillars. He began chanting a spell. The fragments of shell rose up into the air on his command. Chloe saw her chance. She kicked Saverly in the stomach, and scrambled for the pieces of eggshell. In her hand, the pieces jiggled towards each other. They seemed to melt to fit the other pieces, like a puzzle. Once more complete, the eggshell began glittering. Light danced off the silver shell, a silver moonbeam skipping in circles around Chloe. She lifted her arms, and the whirlwind of silver twisted away from her, grabbing onto Saverly instead, drawing energy from him. Specks of darkness lifted off his skin and merged with silver. Chloe pointed at Saverly, and commanded quietly. Tell me how to reverse your magic, or else!” she snapped. Saverly struggled. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Chloe sent a thread of silver down his throat, forcing out his voice. ”You must feed your eggshell to my magic,” he moaned. “Now undo this Verity spell!” Chloe stumbled backwards, her magic faltering.
Saverly leapt to his feet, free from the truth spell. He threw himself through a window. As he disappeared into the darkness, he looked back and spat a glass ball back through the window. Chloe stumbled forwards, and reached forward to touch the specks of darkness in the orb, but drew back when the magic burnt her. She cradled her eggshell in her hands and sobbed. ”Is this true?” she asked the egg softly. It glowed in response, humming quietly. Three dark letters printed themselves onto the surface of the egg – YES. Chloe’s brain worked overtime. The egg was part of her, without it she would be lost. She could keep her magic and let Theodore die, or lose her magic and save him. She knelt, holding the shell. The book sat in front of her. Chloe drew back her hand. She whispered a goodbye to Theodore and threw the shell at the orb. Energy flooded out of her, and she collapsed. She shielded her eyes as a bright flash from downstairs lit up the room. Chloe dragged herself down the stairs, and saw Theodore sitting up, rubbing his head. There was no more ink on the floor. The books sat on their shelves with new and clean pages. Chloe scanned through the books and found the empty space. She slid her book onto the shelf. The books seemed to edge closer to The Unique Book of Faerie Tales, to share the warmth. Theodore put his hand on Chloe’s shoulder. ”You have got to tell me what happened,” So Chloe sat on a pile of faded dictionaries and told her tale. She told how she had been torn between losing her magic or losing Theodore. She told how she had thrown her egg at the orb, and the glowing light. ”Now I feel drained…” She confessed. “I feel like curling up in a corner and sleeping for days!” Theodore gazed at Chloe sadly. ”Here, take this.” He handed her a golden egg. “It might help.” Chloe turned the egg over in her hands. “You never told me…” Theodore smiled. Chloe giggled as the egg began to hum, the shell vibrating. Flames enveloped her, lulling her slowly to sleep. Theodore waited for the flames to die down, then lifted Chloe into his arms, carrying her carefully up the winding staircase. He lay her down on her mattress, and sat watching her sleep for a while. He touched her hair and slipped quietly down the stairs.
She frowned. Where were the wonderful stories? Just then, a mist rose up in the center of the library. Darkness filled the room. And out of the mist, a figure arose, no more than a shadow. It was wrapped in what looked like a cloak of rippling metal. ”Hello, old friend,” Saverly laughed at the look of bewilderment on Theodore’s face. He looked at Chloe. “A new acquaintance I see…” Theodore gulped. “Welcome… Saverly,” ”A rather sad library, I must say. So lonely.” Saverly laughed coldly. “No point in keeping it on the map!” Chloe, cowering behind a bookshelf, watched in horror as a wave of ink spread out on the floor around Saverly. Books melted and died. Bookshelves shook, ridding themselves of their burdens. Chloe froze. ’If the books die, the library dies. If the library dies, I die.’ Theodore’s words echoed around her head. She screamed and leapt towards a falling book, avoiding the ink coating the floor like a second skin. Her fingers caught on the spine of the book. She felt the book shudder and almost tear in her hands. Chloe looked around for another book, but the shelves were empty. She was holding the last book. The Unique Book of Faerie Tales. The only thing that would keep Theodore alive. Saverly screeched like an anguished bird. ”Give me the book!” he yelled through clenched teeth. Chloe snatched one look at Theodore slumped against the wall, and decided against it. She ran. Saverly floated after her, sweeping up the twisting iron staircase, arriving at the next floor with a muffled groan. He sat up and looked around. A fireplace, two sleeping bags, a sofa. Everything was in it’s place. The only thing missing was the girl. Saverly thumped the floor with his fist. Chloe shivered in the corner, holding an ivory box in one hand and the book in the other. She grappled for the key at her throat. She pulled hard, but only succeeded in strangling herself. Saverly heard her choked cry and crept towards her hiding place. He pounced, pinning her down. The book fell from her hand with a thump and the box shattered, bits of silver eggshell littering the floor. ”Oh…” Saverly’s eyebrows leapt up his face like jumping caterpillars. He began chanting a spell. The fragments of shell rose up into the air on his command. Chloe saw her chance. She kicked Saverly in the stomach, and scrambled for the pieces of eggshell. In her hand, the pieces jiggled towards each other. They seemed to melt to fit the other pieces, like a puzzle. Once more complete, the eggshell began glittering. Light danced off the silver shell, a silver moonbeam skipping in circles around Chloe. She lifted her arms, and the whirlwind of silver twisted away from her, grabbing onto Saverly instead, drawing energy from him. Specks of darkness lifted off his skin and merged with silver. Chloe pointed at Saverly, and commanded quietly. Tell me how to reverse your magic, or else!” she snapped. Saverly struggled. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Chloe sent a thread of silver down his throat, forcing out his voice. ”You must feed your eggshell to my magic,” he moaned. “Now undo this Verity spell!” Chloe stumbled backwards, her magic faltering.
Saverly leapt to his feet, free from the truth spell. He threw himself through a window. As he disappeared into the darkness, he looked back and spat a glass ball back through the window. Chloe stumbled forwards, and reached forward to touch the specks of darkness in the orb, but drew back when the magic burnt her. She cradled her eggshell in her hands and sobbed. ”Is this true?” she asked the egg softly. It glowed in response, humming quietly. Three dark letters printed themselves onto the surface of the egg – YES. Chloe’s brain worked overtime. The egg was part of her, without it she would be lost. She could keep her magic and let Theodore die, or lose her magic and save him. She knelt, holding the shell. The book sat in front of her. Chloe drew back her hand. She whispered a goodbye to Theodore and threw the shell at the orb. Energy flooded out of her, and she collapsed. She shielded her eyes as a bright flash from downstairs lit up the room. Chloe dragged herself down the stairs, and saw Theodore sitting up, rubbing his head. There was no more ink on the floor. The books sat on their shelves with new and clean pages. Chloe scanned through the books and found the empty space. She slid her book onto the shelf. The books seemed to edge closer to The Unique Book of Faerie Tales, to share the warmth. Theodore put his hand on Chloe’s shoulder. ”You have got to tell me what happened,” So Chloe sat on a pile of faded dictionaries and told her tale. She told how she had been torn between losing her magic or losing Theodore. She told how she had thrown her egg at the orb, and the glowing light. ”Now I feel drained…” She confessed. “I feel like curling up in a corner and sleeping for days!” Theodore gazed at Chloe sadly. ”Here, take this.” He handed her a golden egg. “It might help.” Chloe turned the egg over in her hands. “You never told me…” Theodore smiled. Chloe giggled as the egg began to hum, the shell vibrating. Flames enveloped her, lulling her slowly to sleep. Theodore waited for the flames to die down, then lifted Chloe into his arms, carrying her carefully up the winding staircase. He lay her down on her mattress, and sat watching her sleep for a while. He touched her hair and slipped quietly down the stairs.
THE END
Gravity
Gravity is a force that attracts all matter in its’ gravitational field towards it. All matter in the universe produce gravity, like galaxies and planets. All objects are surrounded in a gravitational field. Anything inside this field is pulled towards its’ centre, like the Earth and its’ core. The smaller the object, the less gravity surrounds it, like a pencil, or a mouse. Physicists, people who study physics, have put gravity into a group of forces called the “Four Fundamental Interactions”. These interactions consist of gravity, electro-magnetism, weak nuclear force, and strong nuclear force.
