13 May

  • By kristianstill

If a story is in you, you must let it out. I hope you enjoy Harriet Page’s (Year 7) creative exhalation as much as I did. I was so impressed that with Harriet’s and her teachers’ permission (Mr Riley), I have shared it with you here.

It was a cheerless, dismal November night. The clouds that the rain poured so heavily from; they covered up the usually bright moon.  This left poor Albert searching for shelter in almost complete darkness.  He found plenty of good doorways to sleep in, but there is always the danger of someone coming out when you are sleeping.  If he was caught, it would be worse than having nowhere to sleep.  It would mean going to the workhouse.

Creeping down a dirty alleyway, Albert found a pile of old boxes. He propped himself up against the edge of one of them, and now he was out of the wind, he tried to get some sleep.  He badly needed some food but this would have to wait until morning.  Suddenly something brushed past him, jumped up and ran.  Albert could just make out a small boy, younger than himself running off into the night.  “I must have frightened him” Albert said to himself, now knowing what else it could have been. When all at once, he saw the dark figure of a large man at the end of the shadowy alleyway.  ‘Run Albert! Run!’ the words drummed inside his head.  It was the only thing he could do to get away from the policeman.

What seemed like hours later, Albert stopped out of breath, outside a small cottage. He had made up his mind that he needed to get out of this filthy city.  The thought reminded him of a conversation he had had with an old man.  He talked of something called ‘countryside’ where there is plenty of fresh air, flowers and grass.  Now was no time for dreaming.  He needed food and water before he could set off on his long journey to the countryside.

An excellent piece of creative writing with beautiful description. Highly sophisticated, I particularly like the use of dialogue and the personification of the words “drumming” in the protagonist’s head. Well Done Harriet.