Archive | February, 2013

Fresh and crisp – Christian

14 Feb

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My day started at 2AM, when I was shipped from the Bank of England, to North London. I was fresh and crisp, never been seen by anyone before been touched by the fresh air or sunlight.
I waited for the adventure that was in store. I was taken to Natwest and waited in large box. I didn’t like it much, it was dark, cold and lots of other, grubbier, less refined notes were stuffed in there too. I felt superior, like I was above them and knew better. They had germs, I could feel them in the air and tried not to breathe in too much.
Then I heard loud beeps and could see what the other notes called ‘the hand of destiny’ coming to grab me. The large metal claw thrust me out into the cold morning air. It was freezing cold, so cold it shocked me. The hand that grabbed me was smelly and rough. I didn’t trust him. I could tell by his hands that he wasn’t a nice person. He puts me in his pocket and zips it closed. It is rather claustrophobic. He reaches back into his pocket when an associate of his called “mate” needs a ‘lighter’. The thing called a lighter is removed and they use it to start a small fire and are burning things which smell awful. I had no idea what the men were doing but it seemed very silly. The smoke that was nearly choking me in the man’s pocket was coming out and they seemed to be deliberately breathing it in!
Just as I was feeling more secure and thinking I would rest in the pocket until dark, the man takes me out and gives me to “mate”, just like that. He seems to have taken something in exchange. How can he just reject me so quickly, can’t he see I’m much more valuable than anything “mate” has to offer? The man I only know as “mate” shoves me quickly into an old brown leather wallet. We shall see what tomorrow has in store.

Best cup of tea in the world – Lacy

14 Feb

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I was just sitting there having what seemed to be the best cup of tea in the world, when I looked to my left and saw a little boy, maybe only six years old, holding a small, tatty teddy, and a suitcase. He was looking out of the window and crying. “Are you Ok?” I asked. “No, but I’m not allowed to talk to strangers.” he replied. “If you need help, you can tell me”, I encouraged him. “My Mummy has gone and I’ve lost her” said the boy and dissolved again into tears.
I looked to my right, thinking of what to do – an older man was sat there sitting on his own. I walked to him and asked if he wanted some company. “It would mean the world”, he replied. As we talked, I told him about the little boy, who could still see looking at me suspiciously. We decided we had to do something. The man told me he had seen a worried looking woman at a help point in town. He went to find her and sure enough, she was the little boy’s Mummy. It felt wonderful to reunite them. Many years later, I married the man that helped me to do this good deed.
The end.

Journey of a ten pound note (Russell)

14 Feb

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7AM:
The ten pound note is resting in the till, waiting to be given to a new home. A man buys a pint of milk to take home to make some coffee to wake him up and is given the £10 in his change. He shoves it into his pocket with his keys.

8AM: He pulls out his keys and the £10 note falls out. It is swept away by an icy breeze.

10AM: The ten pound note lands in a dustbin where a homeless man comes to find food. He is digging around when the £10 note appears, caught on apiece of shiny metal. He grabs the tenner and runs straight to the shop to buy a cheese burger, chips and a coke. He is starving and eats it quickly. He hands the money over and the chip shop owner puts it in his pocket.

12PM: The chip shop owner is on his lunch break hanging the washing out to dry and the money falls from his pocket and blows into the neighbouring garden where two little boys are playing. One boy picks the note up and runs to show his Mum. The Mum takes the £10 note and treats the boys to more sweets than they have ever seen.

7PM: A man arrives at the corner shop to pick all the money up from the day, but the shop keeper pockets the £10 and keeps it for himself.

8PM: The shop keeper goes home, as he undresses for bed,the note falls out of his pocket and his dog hides it in his dog bed.

5AM: The shop keeper wakes up and goes to clean the dog blanket before work. He waves it outside to get rid of all the hair and dust. The £10 note flies into the trees and a small bird making his first nest uses it to make a cosy bed.

6AM: Tree cutters reducing the amount of shade in the park cut the tree down, the birds fly off to another tree to begin a new nest and the note flies away on the breeze. It flies to a nearby office.

7AM: The office workers arrive and find the money has flown through the window which has been left ajar overnight. They feel lucky they were not burgled. They decide to have a bet on the rugby game at the weekend. Closest bet on the winning score wins the tenner.

8AM: An office apprentice shreds the £10 accidentally with confidential papers he has been told to destroy.

That is the day of the £10 note.

Sister (By Ashley)

14 Feb

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Ashley was asked to write about the object that means most to him in the world. This is what he wrote:

In my dream my little sister had a bad fall. She cracked her head and fell into a coma. I was so sad and scared. I saw her every day and one afternoon I had stayed with her for so long, telling her all about my day that I drifted to sleep. “Ashley!” she said, “wake up Ashley!”. I felt relief rush over me because she was up and out of the coma. Then I realised she had never been in a coma, she was right there in our house and I had been dreaming, well having a nightmare, I was so happy. At the end of the day my sister means more to me than anything – all the objects in the world.

What a view – By Nathan Cassidy

14 Feb

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Nathan describes a passenger’s long wait.

 

What a view! The airport runway stretching out beyond the wide, panoramic glass windows, as far as the eye can see. My admiration was interrupted as a waitress stepped into view. I looked up whilst clinking my tea cup back down on the saucer. The waitress politely asked it everything was OK. I responded, with a smile, “Yes, thank you.”. She beamed back, “Good, enjoy your tea”. With that she turned on the spot before hurriedly turning towards another customer. Almost like an inspector.

Chatting, talking, babbling about holidays, the blissful, calm, rhythmic hubbub of the cafe. My flight? Not for a while, that can wait.

 

You don’t notice anything at first, not really. People sitting at tables, enjoying their coffee. The waitress still ‘checking’ on customers. Aeroplanes launching into the air, before gliding off into the distance. Small children with their parents, eyeing all the delicious cakes and food at the till. See, not much to notice. But when you start looking at the details, well, that’s when things get interesting. At a table at the back of the cafe, a youth. 

Hooded and hunched over the table, he sits quietly. It was then I noticed, it was then I realised. The face. Just a split second, I managed o get a look at him. Gun in hand, sitting there. My brother. Just then, I realised, the gun was turning towards me. BANG!

Hope for supernatural – Rhiannon WIlliams

14 Feb

aliens

Rhiannon wrote about the fear of the unknown but how bravery can overcome fear.

When the ship crashed, there was smoke everywhere and screaming, and debris flying. As the panic subsided I saw an alien lying on the ground and it was injured. I knew that if it was seen it would be killed or at least captured, so I took it home to see what was wrong with it. I found out that it had lost its family in space. We went on an adventure to find them, the alien and I. We finally spotted them on the way to a black hole, they were about to be sucked in and lost forever! We went super speed in the alien’s silver space ship and we finally got them on board using the suction pads and the hover life boats.Then we managed to get out the way of the way of the approaching black hole. The alien was grateful and said he would never forget my kindness, and we went back to our own little worlds.

I just can’t wait – Ollie Turner

14 Feb

Ollie Turner’s story about waiting for someone.

I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MY MUM. I HAVEN’T SEEN HER IN AGES BECAUSE SHES BEEN IN A COMA FOR 3 YEARS.
I’VE BEEN REALLY UPSET BUT I’M PRETTY HAPPY TODAY BECAUSE THEY SAID SHES MEANT TO BE COMING OUT TODAY.
BUT WHEN I WENT TO GO SEE HER SHE WAS STILL NOT AWAKE. I PANICKED. WOULD SHE EVER MAKE IT HOME?
THEY SAID THAT SHE MIGHT NOT MAKE IT AND I WAS LOSING HOPE.
ONE DAY THERE WAS A STRANGE MAN AT OUR DOOR HE SAID THAT YOUR MOTHER JUST DIED. SUDDENLY HE HAD A CALL ON HIS PHONE – SHE CAME BACK TO LIFE, IT WAS A MIRACLE! SO WE RUSHED TO THE HOSPITAL- SHE WAS AWAKE! I COULD FINALLY BELIEVE IT! SHE SAID SHE FEELS A LOT BETTER BUT THEY SAID SHE WILL BE ABLE TO COME HOME IN A WEEK OR SO.
WHEN THE DAY CAME, WE MADE A MASSIVE CAKE AND MADE HER A CUP OF COFFEE, kNOWING THAT THE SMALL THINGS WOULD MAKE A DIFFERENCE. I PUT SOME CUSHIONS ON HER ARM CHAR THEN SHE HAD A SLICE OF CAKE AND A SIP OF HER COFFEE, I WAS RELIEVED. IT WAS LIKE SHE HAD NEVER BEEN AWAY.