Your Writing - stories, poems and other pieces
This following magnificent piece, inspired by the witches spell in Macbeth,
was written by form 5L, Bromley Heath Junior school, Bristol.
Witches Spell
Throw in a python's venomous fangs,
Boil a werewolf until he bangs,
Add a wriggling ripped-out lion's heart,
And the rock piercing tooth of a great white shark.
CHORUS
Spit Crackle, Boil and burn,
Making stomachs twist and turn.
Steam, Steam with a horrible scream,
In the cauldron, blood is mean.
Urine of a goat, with a pinch of a salt,
Mix and stir, bring their hearts to a a halt.
Fire, Fire burn all night
'Til 6G drop dead with a terrible fright.
Dangle in rotten human skin,
Tangled in seaweed thick and thin.
The terrified scream of a young princess,
The brain of Harry Boyd, a terrible mess!
CHORUS
Sizzle the eyes of a poisonous yak,
Crush maggot and hear it crack.
Toss in a bat's wing with spidery veins,
Pour in the contents of odorous drains.
CHORUS
A vulture's wing, covered with blood,
A reeking toilet beginning to flood.
A human liver with a tortuous smell,
So long 6G, see you in hell!
Bloody Fantastic!
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Next, a couple of poems from Garden Suburb Junior School in Golders Green.
They had a writing competition and the winner Freya, who wrote 'The Bogeyman',
won a copy of Result! Devina's poem, 'I wish...' was runner up. Well done both!
Thanks to their teacher Angie Clarke and everyone who took part. Write on!!
The Bogeyman
The bogeyman lives in a perilous place.
He is looking for a child with a nice, tender taste.
If you dare to enter his dreary domain,
It's not likely that you'll ever come out again!
He is tall and thin,
With a horrid evil grin.
His teeth are sharper than knives,
And if you enter he is sure to eat you with some chives!
The bogeyman never ever sleeps.
When he is ready, into the air he leaps!
And then, oh dear he finds a nice treat,
And if you listen carefully you'll hear a frightened shriek.
He will hypnotize his victim
And then he will eat him.
But oh, the things he will do
When you realize he will......GET YOU!
Scarey stuff! Don't go having any nightmares now.
I wish...
I wish I was a magic tree,
I could sway in the breeze,
And when people picked fruit off me,
They would be tickling me!
Apples, pears and giant peas,
All of these would grow on me,
Then my tree friends and me,
Would go down to the sea,
To unwind, relax and be a calm tree,
Then I'd go to sleep and be a resting tree,
And that would be my day as a magic tree!
How I wish I was a magic tree!!!
Next, a story from Steffan Blayney, Kidbrooke School.
He wrote this after doing research into the 17th century fire and plague in London.
I am sitting, cold and wet, under the dark canopy of trees that has been concealing me from their view. I have been hiding here for two days now. I am so terribly hungry, but there's no way I can go back now. I can't face them. Not after what happened....
It was a cold november day and snow was falling lightly, making delicate white patterns on the path beneath my feet as I made my way to the farm where I worked. I called out to Henry Smith as I saw him walking past, he was wearing a necklace with a small silver cross on and had an untidy beard covering most of his face. I carried on walking, as the snow got heavier, past the trees and the church towards my farm. I had just turned into the field where my sheep had all huddled together against the cold when I heard a terrible scream ringing out across the fields.
The sheep scattered. I turned wildly trying to hear where the scream had come from. The snow was getting heavier and heavier whirling around my face nearly blinding me. The scream rang out again. It seemed to be coming from the church. I ran, across the snow covered white fields towards the sound. In my hurry I slipped covering my left leg in dirt and snow, I stumbled on and to my surprise found the church doors wide open. There in a heap on the ground lay a human body, the body of our priest Father Jack Farmer, blood stained the stone floor of the church. l looked around, trying to see who had comitted this terrible sin. There was nobody in sight. The light shining through the narrow windows glimmered on a discarded knife next to the body. There was a tear in my eye as I picked up the knife with trembling hands and knelt over the dead body of our priest. That's when they came in....
The people from town. They must have heard the screams. They saw me leaning over the dead priest with a knife in my hand. 'Get him!' someone yelled and they ran towards me. I dropped the knife and sprinted for the back door. As I burst out of the door, making bloody footprints in the snow as I ran towards the woods, I caught sight of a necklace, half buried by snow, with a small silver cross on it....
Harriet Webster from Ryde High School wrote this next story
whilst I was there as Writer in Residence Summer 2005
THE DAY THE DOOR KNOCKED
There was a knock on the dark wooden door. There was then another loud
knock. Jolie slowly approached the door wondering who was stood behind.
The door opened and stood behind were two tall people dressed in black, one
with dark brushed hair, he was holding a small notepad in his left hand. The
other had short blondish hair. They were both looking down at the doormat,
they looked sort of sad, I couldn't think why, as the taller one looked up he
said in a deep voice, "Are your parents in?" I shouted mum from the doorway.
Mum came out from the living room and strode across the hallway towards the
door, mum told me immediately to go up to my room. I knew at once something
had happened. Was it dad, or my older brother Brenden? It could even have
been only sister Emily. I was shocked, I didn't know what was going on, my heart sank.
I sat at the top of the open stairs with no wall on either side. I sat there in
complete silence even scared to gasp a breath, all I could hear was the
muttering downstairs.
I couldn't think, my mind was blank, I just knew that something was wrong.
While I was sat on the creaky step, I remembered something from the night
before. Emily was packing.
I didn't think much of it at the time, when I woke up this morning Emily's bed
was empty. No creases in the cover, nothing. Her shoes were gone. I found a
letter, by the side of my bed, I unfolded the piece of paper to find Emily's
handwriting.............
Dear Jolie,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything. I wish I could have been a better
sister to you. You will proberly see that I'm not in my bed. Me and Brenden
have gone, we've gone.
I'm sorry, love you lots Emily x x x
I still sat at the top of the stairs scared as if I had seen a ghost, thinking
what has happened, where are Emily and Brenden.
The door slammed shut with a thud which shook the house. I heard crying. I ran
downstairs, scared I would trip. Mum was sat on the cold hall floor with tears
streaming from her eyes, I shouted "MUM, MUM, what's wrong what's happened."
Nothing. No reply. Mum just sat there with no word to say, crying heavily,
holding her head in her shaking hands.
She took hold of my arm, "I have some bad news."
Something was wrong I could feel it inside. Now tears were running from my
eyes and running down my face. "It's Brenden and Emily, they went out last
night. They took your dad's car.
"What? What's happened?"
We were sat in the empty cold hallway. "Jolie.....Brenden and Emily are dead,
they've gone and they wont be back."
1 YEAR LATER
I still think about Emily and Brenden everyday, not a day goes past that I don't
think about them, and how I wish they were still alive.
My friends have been great, but I just needed to be on my own, to think about
what had really happened. I still haven't told mum or dad about the letter
Emily left. I don't want to tell them, I'm scared they will tell me off because I
have left it too late.
Since the accident mum and dad have started adopting, I don't mind but it's
just to soon. It feels like they are trying to replace Emily and Brenden.
Soon after the accident mum and dad sat me down and wanted to speak to me,
they said they wanted to tell me something I should know. I sat on the cold,
hard sofa, my heart was beating so fast like an earthquake inside of me, I
could hear it.
My mum took hold of me, "Jolie" she said "We have something important it's
time you knew." Dad just sat there like a ghost like a pale sheep.
I'm now in my room trying to figure out the news that mum and dad have just
given me........ they told me that they adopted Emily and Brenden before I
was born.
Emily and Brenden might have run away because they had recently found out
that they were adopted. Mum and dad have kept it a secret from them for quit
a while.
But......but Emily and Brenden were involved in a car crash during the night. The
road surface was slippery and the car swerved to the right towards a tree.
Emily and Brenden both died, and now they've gone.
I will never see them again.
They've gone.