English Resources

The sad dog stole some sweets from a shop. They were special sweets. They can talk to you and make you laugh. They all lived happily after in a mansion.

The little boy stood patiently in line beside his mother, two shiny silver coins warming his tiny palm. “20 Bensons please Mr Walmesley, and some midget gems for Oscar.” The… Read More »Pocket Money by Kate Gilligan

What do you give a ghost for breakfast? She’d always arrive with damp hair  begging for the top of the milk. Slight Kiwi accent too. How weird after all these years.… Read More »Toast with Katherine Mansfield

My dad does paper work. One day he came home in a terrible mess. He had fallen into the photocopier. He was all in black! Mum was furious with him.… Read More »My Dad's Tie by Courtney

Enveloping:  foreboding; deep ,dense ,dark evil. A word of good, bad. deeds of terror under black. Daring deeds under black. Our Earth cocooned in black. Why should we cower in… Read More »Twin Black by Chris Dawson

We went to the bird sanctuary last week. We could hear them chirping the whole time but didn’t see any . Jimmy got annoyed and began to throw stones in… Read More »The Bird Sanctuary by Kim

I lie here waiting in cold darkness. Someone moves near me. Then my song begins to play and I hear the doors open. They enter the room. Slowly. Something is… Read More »Departed by Kim

The others wouldn’t let me play. I dressed as Cleopatra. They didn’t recognise me. The boy took my wrist. We ran. ‘This is my secret den…I’ll show you because I’ll… Read More »Secrets by Kim

She closed the book and exhaled deeply, the tension palpable. It had to be done, unavoidable, the pull too strong, memory too clear. By the time she heard the door… Read More »Gold Paper by fiona

His face appeared at the window of the pub, eyes bright with the cold, an incongruous straw-boater perched on his head.  He raised what was left of a glass of… Read More »Winter Evening, Flask Walk: By Barry Wood

A sniper. A cat. A death. The police were arguing what these seemingly unconnected clues meant:  “It’s obvious” said One. “It’s a terrorist calling himself sniper cat!” “No I think…..” he… Read More »Sniper Cat By Edward (50 words!)

Last night Rupert Everett stood me up. Not that I’m unrealistic but he was the one. Been bidding for weeks on that shirt. Nearly new D & G. Pink. Turquoise. Fully… Read More »Third row at The Lowry

Once there was a CIA agent. He met Scarface and said hello to his little friend. It was a beagle,  

Maria was my favourite writer. i loved her writing for its insight: implicitly she knew what was good behaviour and what was bad. Her writing’s emotional literacy dazzled. I went… Read More »Maria: by Mark

Suspension cloaked her. One was never sure. Had she really done it? Elegant, graceful, incredible hypnotic eyes that gave no insight. Blue? Yes probably but was there a flash of… Read More »Demi-monde: By Eva

Blue eyes. Dark hair, too long with a slight curl.  Belly over his belt. Short legs,size ten feet. Irish catholic, lapsed but believing.  Four children, one wife.  A Story teller… Read More »Elegy: by Fiona

Once there was a boy called Tom. He was psychic. But no-one dared to believe him. He always won his bets. He even appeared on the news and like Nostradamus… Read More »News: by Jamal

  I know a scary girl. She wants to be Paris Hilton. I think she needs therapy. Last week she bought a Louis Vuitton bag -friends tell me she is… Read More »Dog in a hand-bag: by Julia

    Red   I like Red. It’s nice. And bright. It  belongs to me: never green; blue; white. I like to see Red. It’s my friend, it loves me.… Read More »Red or pink: By Joe

  i was wearing purple and she was all light blue together we made such sweet compare – deep and real and true.   she took me to the sea… Read More »the Mermaid: Catherine Corri

  she could see their heads just above sea level waving and dancing like a bad woman running through her veins too fast and filled with opium. they had knocked… Read More »Poppies in December:Cath Corri

She couldn’t face the mirror in her wide, white hall and wore wool and cream without tenderness  most days. So  for twenty years the mirror watched the visitors come and  go to… Read More »shells

Mary wore very white socks and had a mother with a crush on a  knitting machine in her front room. I used to call  for Mary every morning  and the sound of that productive piece of furniture  would follow… Read More »heaven and hell