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10/10/2014 Alex Milway http://www.alexmilway.com

The book looked older than my gran, and that was saying something. Over time, so many fingers had gripped it and touched it that the title had long disappeared and all that was left was the name of its author: Francis Darke. I was warned not to read the book. I was told that it would change my life for ever, but I couldn't stop myself. The dark leather cover seemed to open by itself within my hands...…

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10/10/2014 Eleanor Updale http://www.eleanorupdale.co.uk

I'd done plenty of revision. Dad had tested me the night before, and I'd got almost everything right. But sitting in the exam hall, my mind was blank. No, that's not the word. My head wasn't empty; it was full. My brain was throbbing with memory, but not with the facts the teachers wanted me to recall. There was no room for them. All I could think about was what had happened on the way to school. Everything had been normal until I turned the…

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10/10/2014 Cathy Cassidy http://www.cathycassidy.com

I lean my head back against the pillow, allowing my cheek fall against the starchy-white sheet, my eyes to close against the bright lights. Beside me, machines bleep and buzz, and a drip feeds medicine through a tube into my veins. My head aches, and the pain sears through me as though someone has split it open like a coconut and then pressed it back together carelessly, leaving a ragged wound. …

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10/10/2014 Gill James http://www.gilljames.co.uk

There was a knock at the door. Carly knew she shouldn’t open it really. Dad would be home in a minute and he would know what to do.

Carly held her breath. Then the knocking started again, only more urgently now.

“Come on Carly, open up.” It was all right. It was Dad.…

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Added by WP Central on October 9, 2014 at 20:40 — 7 Comments

09/10/2014 Poetry Dave Cryer 2 http://www.davecryer.co.uk

Touchstones

I remember a stone.

It was the size of a small hand

And it rolled down into the sea,

Beating the larger stone.

I remember a plant.

It was a strange thing,

Like a creature with a face -

It begged to be spoken to.…

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Added by WP Central on October 9, 2014 at 6:47 — 5 Comments

09/10/2014 Poetry Dave Cryer http://www.davecryer.co.uk

War Versus Peace

War is a hammer.

It batters the life from all.

It cracks fragile hearts.

Peace is a hammer.

It can knock you into shape.

It cracks hearts…

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Added by WP Central on October 9, 2014 at 6:45 — 4 Comments

09/10/2014 Poetry Lucy Coats http://www.lucycoats.com

Marching brown rows, furrow-filled fields

mirror stone ranks of white.

Seeded by death, war's bloody yield -

a harvest culled by Night.

Added by WP Central on October 9, 2014 at 6:43 — 4 Comments

09/10/2014 Poetry Eleanor Updale http://www.eleanorupdale.co.uk

The first thing I see

When I think of you

Is a dirty orange sock

And a worn-out shoe.

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I can't forget…

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Added by WP Central on October 9, 2014 at 6:42 — 4 Comments

09/10/2014 Poetry Jane Prowse www.hattorihachi.com

Remember when you were small,

sometimes you would fall

and need a hand

to stand

again?

When you’re big,…

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09/10/2014 Poetry Tommy Donbavand http://www.tommydonbavand.com

Remember last week

When your Grandma bit my arm?

Now, I’m a were-gran!

My poem is a haiku - so that means it's over 3 lines of 5 syllables, 7 syllables & 5 syllables. Good luck! - Tommy…

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Added by WP Central on October 9, 2014 at 6:39 — 4 Comments

08/10/2014 Cliff McNish http://www.cliffmcnish.com

    Ashcroft High school.

    8.00 a.m. Monday morning. My first day. Eek.

    Mrs Baldwin, my new form teacher, is the first person I meet. She comes sweeping down a corridor towards me and Dad, and I don't mind telling you that the first sight of her scares me half to death. Her chin is so pointy it reminds…

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Added by WP Central on October 7, 2014 at 18:24 — 9 Comments

08/10/2014 Bali Rai http://www.balirai.co.uk

He gave a choice.

 Door one would take me back to the world I’d left behind. To my family and friends. I would be a normal boy once again. No more falling through time, no more chasing shadows, no more death and destruction…

 Door two, he told me, would mean darkness and pain. It would take me to the end of my wits…

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08/10/2014 Linda Strachan www.lindastrachan.com

Amy was out of breath as she reached the stone circle. Her brother Jack was already there with his weird new friend.  

“What are you doing? You know we're not allowed up here, Jack. It's dangerous.”

“Go home, Amy, this is nothing to do with you.” 

Jack…

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Added by WP Central on October 7, 2014 at 18:04 — 8 Comments

08/10/2014 Alan Gibbons http://www.alangibbons.com

The lift was speeding up.

She wasn't imagining it. The lift was definitely accelerating. That wasn't all. It was the heat. As the lift rose ever upwards, Eve and her two friends were clawing at their throats and mopping their brows. It was as if they were on fire. That's when a silvery haze filled the lift and they howled in terror. But what were those dark shapes in the blazing…

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Added by WP Central on October 7, 2014 at 18:02 — 7 Comments

08/10/2014 Helen Moss http://www.adventureislandbooks.com/helenmossauthor.aspx

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. …

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Added by WP Central on October 7, 2014 at 18:00 — 8 Comments

08/10/2014 Teri Terry http://teriterry.jimdo.com

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.…

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02/10/2014 Poetry - Eleanor Updale http://www.eleanorupdale.co.uk

The first thing I see

When I think of you

Is a dirty orange sock

And a worn-out shoe.

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I can't forget…

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Added by WP Central on October 2, 2014 at 7:41 — 4 Comments

02/10/2014 Poetry - Jane Prowse www.hattorihachi.com

Remember when you were small,

sometimes you would fall

and need a hand

to stand

again?

When you’re big,…

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Added by WP Central on October 2, 2014 at 7:39 — 5 Comments

02/10/2014 Poetry - Lucy Coats http://www.lucycoats.com

Marching brown rows, furrow-filled fields

mirror stone ranks of white.

Seeded by death, war's bloody yield -

a harvest culled by Night.

Added by WP Central on October 2, 2014 at 7:38 — 4 Comments

02/10/2014 Poetry - Tommy Donbavand http://www.tommydonbavand.com

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…

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Added by WP Central on October 2, 2014 at 7:36 — 4 Comments

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