And then the murders began.

Hi all!
And congratulations to President Tanatswa!


So, this was a little game we played in the other class, so I thought you might enjoy it too as we wind down to the end of our blogging for the term!

As we know, Twitter, Facebook and other social media platforms are an interesting place to witness all kind of language forms in action. From news articles to “Which member of One Direction are you?” quizzes, people constantly share written language in these forums. Today I saw a particularly amusing wave of literary engagement which took Twitter by storm a few weeks ago. You can read the article here:

The premise is that the first line of almost any plot can be  instantly improved by making the second line, “And then the murders began.”

People on Twitter took to sharing their examples. Prepare for your childhoods to be slightly tainted.

From The Hungry Hungry Caterpillar:

“One sunny Sunday, the caterpillar was hatched out of a tiny egg. He was very hungry. And then the murders began.”


“I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh. And then the murders began.


Mr & Mrs Dursley, of number 4, Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. And then the murders began.

Why not participate in a little literary playtime? In the comments, find a book, write out the first line and add the golden phrase.

A prize to my favourite one 😉


Ms Roberts


No Strings on me.

Guest post by Danielle
Featured image by Natalya Syuzeva

Patti Smith, Pratt Institute Speech, 2010. 

“Pinocchio went out into the world. He went on his road filled with good intentions, with a vision. He went ready to do all the things he dreamed, but he was pulled this way and that. He was distracted. He faltered. He made mistakes. But he kept on. Pinocchio, in the end, became himself — because the little flame inside him, no matter what crap he went through, would not be extinguished. We are all Pinocchio. And do you know what I found after several decades of life? We are Pinocchio over and over again — we achieve our goal, we become a level of ourselves, and then we want to go further. And we make new mistakes, and we have new hardships, but we prevail. We are human. We are alive. We have blood.”

What do you guys think? Do you see the elements of language common to speeches here?

London Calling

Guest Post by Nobandile
Featured Image by Jenny Leonard.

London for me at least, is awesome, literally. Whenever I walk past the Houses of Parliament in Westminster (and the iconic Big Ben especially when it chimes) I have to stop and stare for a moment, no matter the rush I may be in.Who can ignore Trafalgar Square? With its lions, statues, especially the imposing Nelsons Column and superb fountains, tourists are drawn to meet and loiter here. I particularly love the Fourth Plinth. It was originally built in 1814 to hold a statue of William IV. Empty coffers meant that never happened. Now 150 years later it displays a new artwork every year by world class artists. This year (2016) it has David Shrigley’s giant hand in a (elongated) thumbs-up gesture. Royal history abounds from the Tower of London, home of the crown jewels as well as some unpalatable history, which sits majestically on the North Bank of the Thames, while Buckingham Palace with its quirky army of Beefeaters is especially entertaining during the changing of the guards. A walk on South Bank along the Thames is particularly joyful. The London Eye is its most famous landmark, but there’s also a sensational Sea Life Aquarium, National Theatre, Old Vic and its Southbank centre simply oozes art and culture especially its Festival Hall. There’s also the sizzling party (and at times seedy) vibe of Leicester Square at night. Get there when there’s a film premier and pick up some celebrity signatures – they love to mingle with fans at this time – a London tradition.

What do you guys think? What is the purpose here? What is the tone?

“Social Media – Life of a Teen”

Guest Post by Rudo

“Every day I go on Facebook to check on my wall,
I just stare and wonder if I even know you people at all.
I go on Twitter to tweet a tweet,
then on Instagram to share a random picture of my feet.

I post just about the most ridiculous things, including what I wear and what I eat.
I can’t stand my page being blank and white, so I come up with a funny story, whenever I can’t think of anything else to write.
If I’m really bored I might check out someone else’s page instead,
to post a rude comment about something they said.
I don’t hang out with a lot of friends,
but according to the internet, I have over a hundred and ten!
This is everyone’s routine day by day,
as we check posts, and secretly call each other names as we pass in the hallway.
We no longer have genuine compassion; instead we get straight to the point,
something I like to call bashing.
We think it’s normal to yell “Amy’s having a baby and Mark is going crazy!”
Texting is another great hobby,
I just got a message calling Amy a slut,
and Mark’s girlfriend a complete nut.
We call this our way to connect,
but society is turning into a wreck.
Social media helps us to keep in touch,
but I think it’s the reason we haven’t slept much.
Sometimes I stay on my phone till 4 in the morning,
but who needs sleep anyways? That’s boring!
The internet is such a time consumer.
Its fast pace has even caught up to the late bloomers.
I think I’m going crazy; I can hardly go a day.
I wonder if other people are this way.
It’s such a distraction while I’m supposed to be doing homework.
But keeping up with all these statuses is already enough work.
You can find EVERYONE on Facebook!
From aunts to uncles and about a million girls named Brook.
Some people write about the most interesting things,
Including their relationships which have no strings.
Reminds me of Anita, So easy to please, seems charming and wise,
but easy for all the guys.
Meanwhile, Sammy is bullied until she sits there and cries.
Our eyes are glued to the screens that only causes affliction,
Welcome to social media, the world’s latest greatest addiction.”
Copyright © natasha ann | Year Posted 2013

I decided to look for a poem on social media because, recently, we have talking about social media in class and I thought this could help us.😁”


Hi Class! At last we’re back in business with the blog!
I will be posting all the posts I was sent during our hiatus in one go. This is actually quite an excellent thing, as you’ll have plenty of choice for your comments.

Given that we’ve been talking about descriptive writing and character sketches in great detail, I thought I’d share a very famous extract from a charming narrative we’re all fairly familiar with…

“This hobbit was a very well to-do hobbit, and his name was Baggins. The Bagginses had lived in the neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected; you could tell what a Baggins would say on any question without the bother of asking him.

This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. He may have lost the neighbours’ respect, but he gained well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.

The mother of our particular hobbit … what is a hobbit? I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are, or were, a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded Dwarves. Hobbits have no beards. There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. They are inclined to be at in the stomach; they dress in bright colours, chiefly green and yellow; wear no shoes, because their feet grow natural leathery soles and thick warm brown hair like the stuff on their heads, which is curly; have long clever brown fingers, good natured faces, and laugh deep fruity laughs, especially after dinner, which they have twice a day when they can get it.

Now you know enough to go on with. As I was saying, the mother of this hobbit, of Bilbo Baggins, that is, was the fabulous Belladonna Took, one of the three remarkable daughters of the Old Took, head of the hobbits who lived across The Water, the small river that ran at the foot of The Hill…” – The Hobbit, by J R R Tolkien

What impression do we generally get of hobbits? What kind of personality do we expect to be characteristic of a hobbit? What descriptive details lead you to this conclusion?

I look forward to hearing your comments!


Ms Roberts