Another poem. This time it's about a girl from a foreign culture trying to fit into an English school. I decided not to give it a cover because it's about what you think it should be like, not what I say it is.
"So this is my punishment?" I asked. "A week in the North?" "Not exactly," she replied. "You're going to be a part of our rewrite programme." "Your what?" I asked. "We want to rewrite the children of the South. To give them another chance. You'll be entered into the Academy Of Royals with a false identity. You'll be...
A Nathalie Stewart Mystery Nathalie Stewart may or may not become a thing, depending on the reaction to this. This is a piece we wrote at school, so it's quite short. Nathalie has her first case on the job with her new boss DI Dawson, but how will she cope being treated like the DS she's never had to be?
A short story aimed to mock Hollywood clichés. This was originally something I wrote in an afternoon when I suddenly realised I'd forgotten to do it as part of my English project. But anyway, here it is, so please vote/comment etc.
Emily Williams was a completely normal 14-year-old, whose biggest worries were passing her next Chemistry test and how many followers she had on Instagram. Then she fell into the pond at the bottom of her garden. Now, she's lost in the Elven realm, a hidden universe that exists alongside ours. Only a few on each side...
This is a collection of random bits and pieces. Some are short stories, some are beginnings of things that might onee day become books. It's basically my Pensieve for stories.
My attempt to mimic Alfred Lord Tennyson's style of poetry-I'm not great at poetry so if you want to let me know how to improve it (please be nice!)
This is a story about a young girl who never knew her father and whose mother has just died. She's about 13-14 years old. It's set in a Victorian-style era but there are probably lots of inaccurate historical references because I molded it to fit my needs. She starts to work at a big clothes department store which I k...
Our school works differently to others, because we're a grammar school, and we have different rules. We were all smart, the top percent of the country. But we're not all short ginger nerds in glasses with braces. Oh no. Friendships didn't change much. Most of the time, your group was fixed. And your group had its fix...