RUSTY THE DOG

Walking home, swinging my satchel, eyes fixed on the pavement, I was deep in thought about a difficult day at school. A sudden barking made me glance up. Mrs Thomas’ dog was at the gate, balanced on his hind legs, with his front legs gripping the top of the iron gate...

The Three Wishes

The sun struggled to drag itself over the horizon but it was leagues ahead of me, cocooned in a nest of duvet.  The longest term of the school year had culminated in glitter and carols and ever since I had withdrawn to my bed.  Apart from last night. Prosecco-tinged...

The Fall – complete draft

This is the first draft of a memoir piece I am writing as a member of my Year 6 writing community.   I thought I’d be going over to the park after lunch.  You know: the climbing frame, the roundabout, just hanging with whoever was around.  And then he asked me. ...