In the Creative Writing Group, students had an introduction to flash fiction and wrote their own pieces of around 100 words. Mrs Persson was greatly impressed with their speedy work which you can read below.
Her Fall from Beauty, by Meg C (Year 13)
I would compare you to a summer’s day, but it would be an insult to the darkness hiding behind your wistful eyes. I long to read your body, but distance forces me to write you into my mind instead.
The brush of a hand; the edge of a smile. Hearts flutter.
But mine remains paralysed, and his is caged by you.
And one ray the less, you turn to me, beauty corrupted. And a summer breeze blows through your hair.
My Tangerine, by Ffion S (Year 7)
Pit pat, pit pat. Excitement stains the air. The anticipation leading to school, radiating from my body. We’re here. After sprinting through the tulips and steep mountains of stairs, I reach it. My old form of transportation, bedded in dust but what lays inside. The tangerine. My ripe and fresh tangerine.
Her Words, by Ffion S (Year 7)
The sun glows brightly on her solemn words. I try not to tear up as I resent turning her next page.
Beauty and the Beast, by Kate S (Year 9)
The beauty, a delicate rose. Snatched from a beast's garden like bread from a baker. Now there was a different kind of beauty being looted, me.
I had already accepted my fate, except maybe not in the bottom of my heart as the creature came towards me from his lair, offering a clawed hand.
Now, I am running like the doe. My feet are bare as they hit the ground, I'm leaping through the mud and dirt, like the stalk of a rose, my legs are coated in clay.
I can hear breathing, I turn, grabbing cold metal.
BANG