<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Grade 5/6 Showcase of Learning for Term 3]]></title><description><![CDATA[Showcasing Grade 5/6 Learning Excellence]]></description><link>https://rwgrade5and6.wixsite.com/ourlatestwork/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2026 13:50:30 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://rwgrade5and6.wixsite.com/ourlatestwork/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[You Are Not Alone, by Alison Arnold]]></title><description><![CDATA[Crunch! As Ella walks, her boots stomp through mounds of red-orange-gold leaves. The air is crisp, but a warm breeze flows through the trees, and it feels like sinking into a hot bath. Overhead, birds sing. Thimble Woods in autumn is her favourite way to spend the afternoon. Ella shivers. It’s getting dark, she should start heading home. Is it just her, or is there something close by? She shakes her head; her eyes must be playing tricks on her. She doesn’t notice the slithering on wet, dead...]]></description><link>https://rwgrade5and6.wixsite.com/ourlatestwork/post/you-are-not-alone-by-alison</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5f78117a-5609-410c-8a3b-b99e298dfd9d</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2026 05:06:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9083e3_0db690dad6e94f53b473a4730a8dd304~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_540,h_540,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Alison Arnold</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Living Words, by Hildegard Venning]]></title><description><![CDATA[The sunlight shone through the wide kitchen windows onto the tattered old book that sat in Maddy’s lap. It seemed like she had read it a thousand times before, though if she was realistic it was probably more like twenty times. 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Tears swallowed his vision, but he stopped as a knock erupted at the door. 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His daughter, Princess Zaynab, was pleased with her father, who had finally built a stable to go with the castle. Every day, hoofbeats hummed through the warm afternoons. The villagers all rode their horses — all but Vexius, who had no invitation and roared with anger. Gradually, night fell, and Zaynab took one last look at the stables. The light from her lamp suddenly quivered as she walked by, noticing an ebony...]]></description><link>https://rwgrade5and6.wixsite.com/ourlatestwork/post/zaynab-by-bahja-hassan</link><guid isPermaLink="false">55e80a2e-80c2-4b73-ae6e-fe5d76780721</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 12:01:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9083e3_3f423c937b6f425c8644bc27a599c8f7~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_355,h_291,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bahja Hassan</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Genie the Spiritual Monster, by Iqbal Mohamed]]></title><description><![CDATA[In times past, a caring family was having a little discussion about what their morning schedule was going to be. Ayesha, their oldest daughter, was handing out fresh tea to everyone. Her mom exclaimed that the tea was scrumptious. 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He was acting strangely, with small twitches every few minutes, and his voice was distorted.]]></description><link>https://rwgrade5and6.wixsite.com/ourlatestwork/post/the-skin-stealer-by-benjamin-dinh</link><guid isPermaLink="false">78bd6bba-0954-490d-9408-0e9541b9795e</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 08:04:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9083e3_578e9fa851164e92a12a6f9f4578d148~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_907,h_540,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Benjamin Dinh</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Dark Cave, by Heba Abdella]]></title><description><![CDATA[There was a time when a duchess named Thorna lived on the highest of hills. She played melodies that sang and vibed across the glimmering floor while a warm cake filled the room with the scent of banana. Thorna felt she was safe, but that was a big mistake.]]></description><link>https://rwgrade5and6.wixsite.com/ourlatestwork/post/the-dark-cave-by-heba</link><guid isPermaLink="false">a3ac879b-9a06-4090-82d4-c73cf9d56730</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 07:59:58 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9083e3_4c4f4bd6f6b646e19e7a1d4d025c8be7~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_624,h_350,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Heba Abdella</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Great Storm, by Victor Lew Yuk Vong]]></title><description><![CDATA[The sunlight shone through Martin’s window, waking him. The fine aroma of the ocean filled his nose and the voices of the people flew throughout the harbour. Martin could only find himself smiling, as it was a beautiful morning. Martin quickly got changed to go outside into the harbour, thinking that “this will be a great day.” The shop owners were all yelling their low prices, so Martin had to check them out. After buying some fish sticks to snack on, he had to run hastily, for his shift in...]]></description><link>https://rwgrade5and6.wixsite.com/ourlatestwork/post/the-great-storm-by-victor</link><guid isPermaLink="false">e6c839f8-e3e1-4ef5-8103-d1da85b90c63</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 03:50:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9083e3_ad6771f6c25f4a4289875cc42f68daba~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_576,h_347,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Victor Lew Yuk Vong</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Golden Mansion, by Abrham Debrezen]]></title><description><![CDATA[Abrham strutted through the halls of his golden mansion. It was cool looking, with bedrooms for everyone. He sat down in front of his huge TV and watched the World Cup. He enjoyed a Big Mac. He noticed a chilly breeze drifting in  through the cracks in the door. Had he left a window open? Nah, it must just be  a draft. ]]></description><link>https://rwgrade5and6.wixsite.com/ourlatestwork/post/the-golden-mansion-by-abrham-d</link><guid isPermaLink="false">3e43f3e8-534a-4665-bc71-c52e9e540d74</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 03:15:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9083e3_b2c89bf8bb204ce68b84b4a423118957~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_800,h_457,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Abrham Debrezen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Haunted School, by Lam Luu]]></title><description><![CDATA[Blaze loved the small school he attended in the tiny town of Hope River. During the day, sunlight flooded the cheery classrooms and the sound of children laughing carried through the air of the little village. The sound of the happy students taunted the troubled spirit of the wounded soldier, trapped forever in what had been the corridors of the war time hospitals.]]></description><link>https://rwgrade5and6.wixsite.com/ourlatestwork/post/haunted-school-by-lam-luu</link><guid isPermaLink="false">417cb0cc-cc32-4dfa-adbc-1e9a82133905</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2026 14:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9083e3_1288c3847c1b47fabbadbce5c443af7a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Lam Luu</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Great Germland War, by Jacey Quek]]></title><description><![CDATA[Two hours ago, we were all living peacefully in Germland. Sharing Stories. Eating foods. Hosting parties. We weren’t prepared for what happened next. 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