For various complicated reasons I am very worried about my children's attainment and schooling generally. My DS1 (going into the equivalent of Year 6 in September) has managed to write this (spelling and punctuation faithfully reproduced) in 30 mins.
The Werewolf
I am a normal man named Araz. I am a nice, friendly man with a cat. I live in Arabia where evil dwells in its core and beasts roam the woods but none quite as terrible as the werewolf.
It was a quiet day at the magic carpet plaza around 7:30 on the full moon. I saw a clock swing open and I climbed down a passage.
It was a long passage with lots of curves but finally it sloped up and into a cave. The cave was dark and dank. I smiled wet dog. I heard a ripping howl. I saw a large figure in the gloom I felt a evil presence and the shape lunged.
You know how you tense up in a scary movie? that was nothing compared to how I felt. I ran. The thing was chasing me so I turned and punched him in the face. He flew back and I ran to the cave entrance picking up two flints as I ran. When I got out I found a piece of wood, struck the flints and made a flaming log. I pointed it at him and hurled it like a spear. It hit him in the chest and he incinerated.
After I killed the werewolf everyone treated me like a hero a big feast was held in my honer and I was happy for the rest of my life.
The End
PS My cat didn't like the werewolf part.
All objective comments ever so gratefully received.