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Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
31 January 2013
I saved a baby who fell from a window
For a while
I found myself
looking upwards more –
scanning
for open windows.
And swishing my hand
past my ear, to try
to recreate
the sensation
of the baby’s fall.
Taken from the Guardian's 'Experience' feature, 19th January 2013. Submitted by Ailsa Holland.
29 June 2011
This Is That
Do you know why teachers
use me? Because I speak
in tongues. I write metaphors.
Every one of my
stories is a metaphor
you can remember. The
great religions are all
metaphor. We
appreciate things like
Daniel and the lion’s
den, and the Tower of Babel.
People remember these
metaphors because they
are so vivid you can’t
get free of them and that’s
what kids like in school. They
read about rocket ships
and encounters in space,
tales of dinosaurs. All
my life I’ve been running
through the fields and picking
up bright objects.
I turn one over and say,
Yeah, there’s a story.
Taken from an interview with Ray Bradbury, via Genealogy of Religion. Submitted by Marika Rose.
31 December 2009
The Storee of The Soc pupiTs
5.12.09
Along time ago
There livd a soc pupit
and he lovd chocolate.
But wen he open The cubud
There was no chocolate.
Sow The soc pupit went To The shops
But in The shops
They had rund out.
sow the Soc pupit went bac home
wiv no chocolate.
he lookt on the Top shelf
and he sor a chocolate Bar.
The End
I commissioned my 6-year-old to write and illustrate a story for my birthday. This is what he came up with. Can anyone spot his theme? Submitted by Gabriel Smy.
09 November 2009
The Little Red Ship
6.11.09
The Litt Red Ship went to town.
Some shopping The Little Red Ship.
Bid some eggs, shoes, Bred and.
Some cookies and The Little Red Ship.
Bid a Blangcit and The Little Red.
Ship had los fo Fun gud I.
hav Evreey Thing I need but The Little.
Red Ship Forgot To Biy some tishoe.
Soow The Little Red Ship went back To The.
Shop and Brot some tishoe and went.
back To his house.
Last Sunday I returned from a weekend away to find a pile of stories written by my 6-year-old. This was one of them, reproduced above exactly as it appeared on the page. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.