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Emily Wild checked her watch. ‘We’d better start back soon. It’ll be dark in an hour.’
The three friends – and Drift, of course – had rowed across the bay from Castle Key and spent the day exploring the tiny island, with its deserted coves and ruined monastery. They had brought a picnic and made a campfire and swum from the sandy beach. …Continue
Scratch. Scratch. The sound pulls me from sleep. I burrow under the blankets, try to ignore it. Scratch, scratch. But I can’t. I sigh, and stretch. I’ll have to get up and let the dog into my bedroom, won’t I? He's not allowed, but Mum and Dad are away tonight. No one will know. Scratch, scratch. I open my eyes, then they snap open wider. Next to me, on the bed? The dog. His eyes stare back at mine, and then at the door.…Continue
The first thing I see
When I think of you
Is a dirty orange sock
And a worn-out shoe.
I can't forget…Continue
Remember when you were small,
sometimes you would fall
and need a hand
When you’re big,…Continue
Marching brown rows, furrow-filled fields
mirror stone ranks of white.
Seeded by death, war's bloody yield -
a harvest culled by Night.
Remember last week
When your Grandma bit my arm?
Now, I’m a were-gran!
Haiku from me this year! Remember a haiku is over three lines of 5 syllables, 7 syllables and 5…Continue
Playing amongst the jagged
of Granny’s garden, sharp bits of yesterday
make dangerous toys.
We find, half earth-hidden,…Continue
The Ballad of the Memory Mouse
A mouse that lived two hundred years,
Had seen a lot of life.
Had seen great poets, kings and queens
And wasteful wars and strife.
The mouse now lived inside a zoo
His name was Rambling Rory…
Jason could feel his fingertips slipping off the slick rock. Every muscle tense in his arms, he desperately tried to pull himself up. But he had no strength left after the two hour climb.
'Hold on! I'm coming!' cried Layla, scrambling across the cliff face.
Jason saw the panic in her eyes. They both knew she was…Continue
He was still a big man. Still a huge man - in every sense.
Even though he was now 78, his 6 foot 3 inch frame demanded attention when he entered any room.
He was one of the country's most celebrated writers, with a reputation that stretched the world. Which was all part of the problem...he knew his powers were on the…Continue
"What's that?" said Luke, pointing to the far corner of the tip.
Jenna could hardly see over the box of empty bottles she was carrying. "It's just a load of rags," she said. "Maybe the clothes bank is full up, and someone's dumped them there."
"Our Matt's got a shirt like that," said Luke.…Continue
Everyone was watching me, as if I was the sun. I looked down at my hands. One normal, one stump. I had to move.
It started with the leaves. Just one at first, then a whole red dump of them, pattering down on Jex like a pile of autumn.
It wasn't the kind of thing that happened in the middle of your bedroom on an April morning.
Jex blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Blinked again. He put out a cautious toe and poked…Continue
The war was no one's fault. It started over something small, the way wars often do – a misunderstanding that grew and grew until powerful men in serious suits had no choice but to make an impossible decision and people began to die. By the time it was over, there were more dead than alive and everything was broken, including our spirit.
The ones who were left – us –…Continue
Another challenging writepath completed, well almost!
The pupils were all so enthusiastic, as always, it was hard to keep the stories short, so apologies Bev, some of the "paragraphs" are a bit long. I think that is the downside of finishing the day, the pupils got a bit carried away! Thanks for organising, as always a big sucess despite the local traumas, but where would we be without a hiccup or two?
The alarm went off, sounding strangely distant. As he had done every Monday since he’d started school, Charlie Thompson sat up in his bed with his eyes shut, desperately delaying that moment when he had to admit to himself that he was awake and had to embrace the day ahead.
Only, this morning, things were a little different. Instead of sitting up and blinking in the morning…Continue
I can’t hold on much longer. Don’t look down; don’t. But I can’t tear my eyes away from the dark sea, churning far below. Icy wind howls and plucks at my body, pulls it away from the ship even as I struggle to hold on, to swing myself back up to safety. If you can call it that. This ship isn’t safe, not for me. My hands are numb; I can’t feel them anymore. I fall...
My breath came in short painful gasps. My chest heaved. Sweat ran down my back. Even my shoulders ached. My legs felt heavy, like lead weights, and every stride was a hammer-blow to my aching knees. I wasn't going to stop, though. I glanced over my shoulder. No sign of them. But they would be there somewhere. Somewhere behind me. I knew it. They would not give up. So, I wouldn't give up either. I wouldn't, I couldn't stop…Continue
He thought that he knew exactly where it was, but places look so different in the dark. It had been a long time since he'd been there and three years is more than enough time to forget those tiny but vital details. It didn't help that his memory had not been quite right since the accident.
Climbing in was easy enough, especially as he had grown a lot stronger since he was last…Continue
I thought we were safe. I had got across all the roads and closed the park gate behind me. I could let Rex off his lead. As usual, he sniffed around lazily for a bit, 'reading his wee mails' as Mum called it. I took off my backpack an slumped down onto the bench to start my homework. Rex barked, and I rummaged in my pocket for a treat to shut him up. He took a couple of steps towards me, then he froze, and stared into the distance. A…Continue