Collins Barracks Creative Writing 6th Class 2013
Mini-Sagas (50 word Stories)
Dusty Silver (Writing Board)
Heat comes, Cold comes. I wait alone, not knowing why I wait, or why. Try – the end is coming. I watch them come, sitting at desks. The boy smiles; I find some hope. He starts to write. The end is coming. Scratch, shrinking, dust below. The end is coming. (Evan Farrell)
Johnny The Lash (cane)
I hit. I whack. I love hitting children. I’m going to get you, Tadg. But they don’t like me. I love children, but it’s my job. Last week, a kid tried to break me. It’s not my fault. The teacher does it. I’m not mean really. I’m a cane. (Conor Neylon)
Bullied (Ink)
The children rush in, ready to torture me. I’m Lisa the Quill. Everyday, children abuse me. A family pulling off my feathers. I saw with my own two eyes, people killing my brother. The worst bit is when they shove me in the well. Or, when they drag my face across a page of paper. It’s horrible yellow. (Kate Kenny)
Whipped Red (cane)
That man, he picks me up. Whacking me off the plams of young children. Their filthy hands, smelly, stinking of turf. I don’t like being hung on the wall. The man who lifts me up abuses me. I have snapped twice, you know. But many more to whip. (Odhran Crowley Carbery)
Crushed (Cane)
I strike the wrist, by day, by night
Blackening the sound of the bright spirit of youth. They call me Bruisebringer, wielded by the master of unmerciful pain. I bruise the wrist by day, by night. I fell the cry of suffering, by day, by night. Caning since Abel.
Poor Patrick (Quill)
Patrick the Quill couldn’t wait for the first day of school. But he soon realised that it wasn’t as much fun as he thought. A big child picked up Patrick and threw him up in the air. He hit the floor with a loud thump, snapped and was replaced. (Lorcan Dunne)
Discipline (The Bell)
They started bursting in as the teacher boomed his voice. Then, he picked me up. Poor Eoin the Bell. The teacher turned me on my head. I pleaded to be let down, but no, the teacher rang the horrific metallic sound. One of the boys turned. I was slammed down. Class began. (Ronan Brennan)
Blue (Book)
I just woke up and then I felt a pain. It was a boy called Robert. He ripped two pages out of me. That is hardly fair. Then, the teacher had a cane. The teacher was about to smack Robert, until then, another boy threw me. Then the teacher saved me. (Derek Vannus)
HAIKUS
A man going mad
What is this about colours?
Art is fine, all but mine. (Colum Brennan)
The class is alive
Teachers at break, now go wild
Yet the cane rests not. (Oisin McMahon)
Memories I thought
So many of them right here
Children of the past
