In England, the national curriculum states that when children leave primary school at year 6 (aged 10/11) they have to take SATs. These are different from the American exams. (A cynic would tell you the English SATs are purely to judge the school and put children in their first sets for high school and the … Continue reading Déjà vu (Or- flashbacks: the curse English teachers are doomed to repeat)
The Seer
He entered the Seer’s chamber. He supressed the shiver that ran down his spine every time he set foot in the room. The light was poor, only candle light casting dancing shadows on the litter of furniture that filled the dusty, dank room. He didn’t know why they refused to install the new lighting system … Continue reading The Seer
Views- a short story
Today, I gave my class 30 minutes free writing time. I asked them to write a story based a picture and write about whatever the girl can see through a telescope. The extra challenge was whether they could make me feel hopeful when reding it. I decided there was no reason I couldn't write too … Continue reading Views- a short story
Tales of a writer’s workshop
So, you may remember that I mentioned that I was going to organise a writing group in my area because one did not exist. We've been meeting monthly and discussing different people's writing each time. It's been fascinating, at times terrifying, but I have found a great bunch of people with similar senses of humour … Continue reading Tales of a writer’s workshop
Blue Screen of Death (A Todd short story)
The van shuddered as someone bashed on the back door. Todd clambered over the seat and stretched as far as he could to hit the catch. The door swung open and his Boss almost fell in, his ridiculous costume impeding his ability to walk. Todd felt the responsibility to help him up so he ignored … Continue reading Blue Screen of Death (A Todd short story)
The Prince a seedling short story
Flames twisted into a cage trapping me in front of the Prince. He sat on his throne of rock and velvet. The back rose above his head and hung over him like a claw. "You felt yourself better than the menial tasks given to you. You are guilty of treason,” his voice echoed throughout the … Continue reading The Prince a seedling short story
He or me? The writers’ conundrum
Right, let's get one thing straight. I'm not a font of knowledge, guru, mentor, person to be trusted with pointy things. I have had no writing training since high school so should be listened to 'with a pinch of salt' so to speak. Everything I say here are my opinions and things I find when … Continue reading He or me? The writers’ conundrum
She Walks – a prompt short story
She sucked the colour from the land. She sucked the colour from the sky. As her bare feet carried her forward, the plant life around her withered and died. It was as if she was poisoning the very air that surrounded her. Black hair flowed around her face and down her back, tangled and knotted. … Continue reading She Walks – a prompt short story
The Kill Box- a seedling story
'Nothing's working,' I hissed as I checked on Sanya's wound. My mentor lay pale and listless but still able to smile. 'Your magic surpasses theirs.' 'I'm out of tricks Master,' I popped up to check their position. He coughed, 'Improvise, use your imagination boy!' I growled in annoyance, even now he chastised me! Glancing at … Continue reading The Kill Box- a seedling story
Nowhere to go but down (Conclusion)
If you missed part 1, click here. She quickly glanced round the room, only picking up the key details. She had landed in one of the guest bedrooms. It was very functional, none of the lavish adornments you might have expected. Clearly, the prince had priorities when splashing his cash and guest's comfort was not … Continue reading Nowhere to go but down (Conclusion)
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