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* * * * * * SHORT STORY OF THE MONTH * * * * * * CRASHCheryl was driving down the M4 from London to Bristol to visit her old school friend, Kate,during a summer thunderstorm when it happened. She was in the fast lane, and as a lorry pulled out from the slow lane to the middle lane to overtake another lorry it caught the back of the lorry in front of it and slid sideways across the carriageway, just in front of her. She remembered the moment before impact, her hands frozen on the wheel, but there wasn’t anything she could have done anyway. The airbags went off, but the font of the car went under the side of the lorry, which kept coming further up the bonnet, in what seemed like agonising slow motion to Cheryl. She had flashbacks of the Eddie Stobart logo slowly getting nearer, the screech of brakes and metal sliding on tarmac in her ears. It reached and smashed the windscreen, then the steering wheel and impacted on her hands. The pain shooting up her arms made her pass out. The next thing she remembered was waking up in hospital. Read more>
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Douglas Dotter did a doodle by Phoebe Douglas Dotter did a doodle Douglas Dotter put his doodle
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LIFE WITH ME
Darkness – my eyes hurt with the light Silence – noise gives my ears a fright Pain – my muscles scream and tear Confusion – my mind just isn’t there Sleeping – I dread the night time hours Fatigue – no energy empowers Loneliness - where have my friends all gone? Fear – how long will this go on?
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DID YOU KNOW? Leonardo da Vinci could write with one hand and draw with the other at the same time! |
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The Night Before Christmas (ghost written by Santa)
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, so quiet as a mouse I stole to the kitchen and put on some tea And carried the mug to my trusty PC.
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ME Waking late
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The Cauldron The witches gather to stir the brew they cackle and crow and flavour the stew
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DID YOU KNOW? A snail breathes through its foot! |
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My Cat By Charlie Hoare My cat gives me comfort She calms me, she protects me. When I look into her eyes, I feel Somewhat reassured. Like I know everything’s going to be ok. Read more > |
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The March Goes On By Charlie Hoare Disgruntled, exhausted, the two tommy’s make their way along the weary pathway. One injured soul rests his arm on the shoulder of a loyal friend trudging through the dirt….. the March goes on. Read more > |