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-Thea- The bell rings so we dash inside. Me and Tom don't have the same lessons, me having Literacy and him having Food Tech so I am upset. I walk into the classroom, after being escorted their by...
Now listen up.
Welcome to the world A place you've seen before A house of horrors at a carnival A place blighted by war Where children cannot roam free The streets are filled with knives People wielding them on...
I'm the boy you walked right past, I'm sitting on the street. Staring dully, eyes cast downwards, Towards my mucky feet. Had no food, and had no drink- It's not like you would care.
I am not being mean and cruel, but these are one of my hates.
#WriteMoarStories At the Justice building, we are navigated through endless corridors. Lilibeth and I are separated into two small adjacent rooms.
Along the sidewalk, Where the river flows, Pedestrians walk; come and go, The wispy branches of the oak, Drift as if provoked, And the rain drops from the sea, Fall and fall continuously.
These streets are filled with cold air, it's something these men, women, & children can't bare.
I wakes up in the mornin', An' curse that bloody clock, The kids was up an hour ago, And runnin' fair amok, I gots two hours to sort 'em out, An' pack 'em off to school, Then off to work I 'as to...
The lightbulb swings its glare, Showing only half at a time. Though the dank smell tells me enough. This place is a squatters prime.
So I went to London last weekend and it was great. I got to see and do lots of things. One thing I aways seem to forget about the city, is how busy it always is.
"Mike!" cried a rather fat lady with a huge belly "What do you think you're doing?" she was incredulous. Mike had hit a boy on the eye.
I'm looking for peace, But I'm falling to pieces. I just feel like shit, And I'm covered in faeces. Piss, puke and bruises, I ask for some help but I just get refuses.
That Mother, she's so lazy Her kids clothes are always dirty and hazy. Her baby has a bright red diaper rash and we always have to change it. She must think we're her diaper stash.
His lonely tears where washed away, by the unforgiving rain. He had hidden himself away from the world, he had hidden himself from the shame. Now he was a Wolf's Head, a wanted man of the woods.
"Bonne nuit, mi cherie." My mother whispered to me as she lifted the scratchy blankets over my body. "Nuit." I replied simply.
A young man, a student in one of the universities, was one day taking a walk with a Professor, who was commonly called the student's friend, from his kindness to those who waited on his instructions.
He put his flask back into the inside pocket of his grubby brown coat and then wiped the droplets of swill off his unshaven face and onto the back of his sleeve.
Last year I took a trip to Africa. I was appalled at some of the living conditions and scenes I saw.
There is a penny in your pocket that you keep as spare Someday this token will take you somewhere. Machines and dollars, they never sing in tune, To what you desire it's a pirates doubloon.
// My English lesson's exercise, where the idea was to add an ending or beginning to a storypart. I chose the latter. And the subject was child labour. Yay.
I think my problems are big,you probably do to.I always thought I was the worst off but just imagine this: You have nowere to go,even your family has rejected you.by day you sell bits and bobs on the...
I lay there, stone cold watching the TV. My eyes would not flicker and stayed fixed to the news. A strange animal found in the forest. What could it be, a horse, a pony. A unicorn.
The old mans eyes where worn, his gray hair was a frizzy mess atop his head. As he walked through the streets of Cricket Creek many people laughed because of the way he looked, walked and smelt.