The Princess and the mouse

Once upon a time, there was a prince called Prince Whiskers who had just recently become of age to get married. He was a very good looking young man, who any single young girl would want to marry. Most would even pretend that they were a princess just to have a chance! He searched all around the world to find a real princess who also shared his interest in animals. The way the prince found out who was a real princess was that his mouse, Whiskers, would be interested in them. Ever since Prince Whiskers was five he had loved animals. This was because he had met a little mouse (which he named Whiskers) who came to his enormous dining table and started eating peas. Now, he loved peas and so if any other person or mouse shared his passion: then they were immediately his best friend. The Queen, however, absolutely despised peas and mice so tried several times to get rid of them. She also believed that eating peas couldn’t help you at all or save a life – what, and roast dinner could? This is the story of how a perfect situation came up where she could get three wins in one.

When Prince Whiskers and Whiskers had finally searched every single country, they returned home feeling disappointed and unlucky. It was in the middle of a storm when the prince’s luck changed. There was thunder and lightning and the rain was a torrent. The royal family were eating their roast dinner but the prince shared a big bowl of peas with his mouse. Whilst they were eating, they heard a faint, dainty knock at the door. The king himself went to answer the door to find a girl soaked to the foot, water dripping down her hair and spilling over and out of her shoes. The girl claimed that she was a real princess. The prince came to their great big door and immediately Whiskers ran out and jumped into Princess Annabelle’s arms.

Whilst the ‘princess’ (that the prince liked because Whisker liked her) and the prince were talking, the king and queen discussed whether she was a real princess. The king quite liked her and, in honesty, so did the queen. But, she had an evil plan to get her son a wife in the end (good) but test whether the girl was a princess by putting thirty nine cotton mattresses on top of one mattress (filled with all the peas in the kingdom). This, the prince and Whiskers would not be happy about. Underneath all the mattresses, would be Whiskers the mouse (bad). If even the tiniest amount of weight was added: the mouse would be squashed.

It was time for bed and the queen had placed her plan into action with everything in place; having taken Whiskers from the prince’s pocket when she hugged him goodnight. Being a very intelligent mouse he cottoned on (underneath cotton mattresses) what was going on. Having a massive love for peas, Whiskers chewed out of under the mattresses by eating through them, leaving only one and just narrowly avoiding being squashed. The mouse crawled away back into the prince’s pocket.

When the girl woke up she felt a sore pain in her back as small as a pea. The princess complained to the king and the queen who then realised that she really was a princess…
And so it turned out that eating peas could save a life – even if it was only a mouse’s.

Words: 589, words to date: 9602

This story is dedicated to Jamie, who wanted a different version of a fairy tale.


It’s just my luck poem

It’s just my luck

That I dropped my mum’s favourite mug

It’s just my luck

That I had to walk our one-eyed pug


It’s just my luck

That I got told off by my mother

It’s just my luck

That I had to babysit my baby brother


It’s just my luck

That I got humiliated in front of my whole class

It’s just my luck

That I got suspended just because I laughed


It’s just my luck

That I failed in pretending to fall sick on a school day

It’s just my luck

That when my sister cleared the table she got paid


It’s just my luck

That I missed an open goal in football

It’s just my luck

That I couldn’t act as one of the seven dwarfs for I was too small


It’s just my luck

That Jason got to be head boy

It’s just my luck

That when I went for my lunch, the only thing left was bockchoy


It’s just my luck

That none of my friends could come to my sleepover

It’s just my luck

That when I mow the lawn a stone gets caught in the mower


It’s just my luck

That Kirsty McRae got a phone when she was nine

It’s just my luck

That dad hogged the Fifa 16 even though it was mine


It’s just my luck

That when I toast a marshmallow it gets burnt like it would with dragon’s fire

It’s just my luck

That I still have to go to school, though my grandparents can retire


It’s just my luck

That I dream about the ‘best prank ever!’ being played on me

It’s just my luck

That it tastes like I have worms in my mouth when I drink tea


It’s just my luck

That I when I try to light a match, the spark falls on my clothes

It’s just my luck

That when I try and swat a bee, it always ends up on my nose


It’s just my luck

That my teacher chose me to do litter duty

It’s just my luck

That my dad bought a three-wheeled car, and Tom’s dad: a brand new Suzuki


It’s just my luck

That Jude’s dad got him one thousand pounds for his birthday, for he was a king

It’s just my luck

That my mum only got me a book called ‘how to care for your things’


It’s just my luck

That my hamster died after three minutes in the cage

It’s just my luck

That when I even touch my friend Sam, he goes on a rage


It’s just my luck

That whenever I try and take a snack from the top shelf, my mum catches me

It’s just my luck

That whenever I try and sneak out to see my friends, dad always has the key


It’s just my luck

That when I do some carpentry, my thumb gets cut

It’s just my luck

That I’m not very lucky, but…


It’s just my luck

That I’m getting luckier now

It’s just my luck

That, that didn’t last for very long, so I put on a big frown


Words: 540, words to date: 9013

This poem is dedicated to Josh Nazombe for coming up with the idea for a poem about a unlucky boy/girl.

The world outside

Much larger than you thought

Food is bought

The sun is very bright

More to see with your sight


Lots of animals

Some very- tall

They live in different places

And have different races


More places to discover

Meet your father and your mother

They’ll cook for you

And feed you too


Lots of family and friends

You’ll dress up and play pretend

Shout, laugh and whisper

With your happy older sister


It goes from pitch-black bats

To soft, furry cats

From autumn to winter

From Christmas to Easter


Festivals and parties

Yummy sweets and smarties

Inviting friends round

The outside world is great you’ll find


Words: 110, words to date: 8483

This is dedicated to George and Greg’s new baby boy. They wanted a poem about all the best things in the world.








What are those sounds?

Some happy some sad

Lots of conversations

Some good some bad


Those are people

Some you’ll love and some you’ll hate

It might be scary now

But when you’re out here, it’ll be OK


Why can’t I see?

Please say it’s not dark out there

You can see beautiful colours

It’s just not fair


When you come out

You’ll see lots of things

Trees, animals

And birds with wings


Why can’t I feel?

There’s nothing to touch

It’s really hot

And around me? Not much


Don’t think about it now

You’ll be out here in no time

Some are smooth, and soft to the touch

But some are bumpy, with dirt and slime

Words: 126, word to date: 8373

This dedicated to George and Greg’s baby boy.



Finding my spirit

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a distant place where people had animal spirits. Every time someone reached the age of 13, they had to go out into the wilderness (with a partner) and let an animal choose them, then become their spirit, friend and companion for life. When the bond was made, the teenager would make the animal’s call. Most of the respected and strong teenagers would earn their spirit by fighting it and winning to prove that they are worthy to be their companion. But, as The Wise Man always said, the ‘spirit chooses the bearer’. Some were much harder than others to tame and in some scenarios, fighting would not be a good idea… For example: an elephant or a gorilla or even a lion were near impossible to tame. This was partly because of their position in the animal world and their strength and majesty. Though a mouse or small cat would be the easiest options. This is the story of a courageous thirteen-year-old boy who, not being very favoured or popular in his life showed everyone who didn’t treat him well enough who was boss. This boy was determined to do well by taming the most rare and strongest of all animals.


Hi, my name is Seb or Respect. I always thought that my name meant that people would respect me – as if. As you’ll find out, I was not the most popular boy you could find. I’m the sort of person who has no friends and just goes straight home after being taught by The Wise Man. The ones who were popular would hang out with their millions of ‘friends’ [more like minions if you ask me] and have names like ‘Bravery’, ‘Strength’ and ‘Courageous’. I was just stuck with Respect – which nobody gave to me.


It was an hour before my ceremony and I was running through the village seeing as many animal faces as human. The Wise Man was leading it, and my only wish was for him not to put me with Tom (Strength). Tom and I had never had a very good history. I would always be better at using my brain and respecting people than him. He would always be better at using his muscles and beating people up. I will admit that together we would be a great team – if we didn’t despise each other like a cat and a mouse.


The ceremony went on as it did every year: people in a hearty spirit, and cheering when the pairs were chosen. Even the pairs themselves were happy – all except for me and Tom. The ones who were pleased, popular and had been looking up to this all their life could ignore the fact that they were going into a forest with dangerous wild animals. The Wise Man had chosen Tom as my partner, because he thought that we would work well together. Maybe he’s not so wise after all. All the pairs had been lined up at the edge of the forest, where The Wise Man would give them his last words of wisdom. When he finally got to where we were, he said to me, “You may be thinking about your name the wrong way, Seb. Respect is the most useful virtue. Respect can even be stronger than strength in some ways. And remember, the spirit chooses the bearer.” After his final words, we headed off into the deep, dark, dangerous woods with nothing but a mere knife against the wilderness.


“You’re not going to last one day, Seb,” said Tom, after we’d walked for five minutes. To be honest, I was surprised that he had stayed with me for so long. It was still light in the sky but I thought we should probably find shelter soon. I knew that I couldn’t get through this without him. I would just get torn apart by wild animals. Although, because he hadn’t gone away yet, he must not be so stupid as to ignore the fact that he also couldn’t survive without me, for he couldn’t tell a poisonous mushroom from a sweet, succulent berry.


It was starting to get dark in the skies and, after a lot of persuading; I managed to get Big Arms off his big, lazy backside to help me make a shelter and protection for the night. Using pure strength, Tom snapped a massive branch and I chopped it into thin stakes then sharpened the tops. When I had finished, I stuck them next to each other all around us to make a circular protection barrier. Using the same type of wood, we made a fire in the centre of our circle. We sat down at the fire in silence. There was no sound except for a distant owl hooting and the crackling fire. Hopefully the barrier would protect us for the night.


Tom was tending to the fire and I was fashioning a lattice for the roof of our shelter, using twigs and leaves. I was starving and, apparently, so was Tom. He got up without a word and ran deep into the forest. For a second I thought he would leave me. Though, soon after, he returned with a dead goose in his hands. We roasted the big bird on the fire until it was golden brown. Tom greedily dug in, leaving only two small legs for me. I was nibbling on my ration, but he was gobbling his feast. Even without his spirit, he was eating like animal. I put the finishing touches to our shelter, which were supported by two small trees in our circle. Our camp was pretty good for three hours’ work so, satisfied I would get through the night, I went to sleep. When I woke up, I realized that I had overestimated Tom’s brain, and that I was stupid to believe he would stay.


I got up with no-one in sight. The fire was out, and there were footprints heading out of the circle. I was a bit disappointed, for I thought we were starting to be friends. But I guess I was wrong. I would have to go on alone. I started to head out, my stomach rumbling. I was glad I had saved one goose leg for later though I thought I should save it for emergencies. Where to start…? I didn’t have any animal in mind, but I doubted I would get one of the big ones. Since we were meant to be a pair anyway, I started to follow Tom’s footprints, scanning the undergrowth for small rodents and the treetops for birds since they were in my league.


He must have gone far. I had been following Tom’s footprints all morning, finding nothing but large beetles and spiders on the way. A small rodent or a bird is sad enough, but insects? I would never shake off the embarrassment. Suddenly, I heard a loud hiss and a snarl coming from the direction that Tom’s footprints pointed to. It sounded like a big cat, a dangerously big cat. I was terrified, for it sounded quite close. Then I heard a boy screech in pain, almost as loud as the cat. As much as I wanted to run, someone sounded like they needed help.


I sprinted towards the cries of pain, my heart racing like a herd of wildebeest. From about 100 metres back, I spotted a sabre-toothed tiger slowly closing in on a very large figure. No-one else is as large as that. It must be Tom! Having crept closer, I hid behind a large tree. Tom fearlessly charged at the beast, knocking it to the ground. Obviously, Tom was trying to tame the tiger by fighting it and proving that he was a companion worthy of the strongest animal spirit. This clearly didn’t do much, for the sabre-tooth got up easily and roared defiantly. Helplessly, I watched as the huge creature, larger than a lion, swiped Tom across the face with a giant paw. The blow knocked him out with the force of a bull’s charge. Clearly, the sabre-tooth wouldn’t be defeated by strength, for he was the king of the forest. And how do you treat a king? With respect…


Before I put my crazy plan into action, I had to check whether Tom was OK. I ran into the glade, the sabre-tooth ignoring me because he was prowling around victoriously. I moved Tom into a safe place, acknowledging that his wounds didn’t need tending to instantly. Now for the plan. Staying low, I walked slowly towards the awesome cat. Surprisingly, when he saw me, he didn’t attack me straight away. I had to act quickly, for this wouldn’t last for long.


I bowed low, letting him see that I knew he was better than me. I moved slowly, head still bowed, looking at the ground between us. I could now feel the tiger’s warm breath and grasp the size of his lethal teeth, as long as my arm. I was absolutely terrified, but at the same time, I was in awe of this majestic and powerful spirit. He had let me this close, so I was confident that my plan would work. Though, now I wasn’t doing it just for my safety, I believed that this amazing animal could actually become my spirit. Gradually, I moved my hand up to touch his furry neck. He took a step back, but only one. I tried again, and this time he allowed me to touch him. I pulled out of my leaf pouch the goose leg I had saved, and offered it to the tiger. He took it from my hand, without even scratching me. I moved around to his side and leapt onto his back, roaring for the first time in my life – the sabre-tooth’. My spirit had chosen me.

Words: 1655, words to date: 8247

This story is dedicated to Martin, who had the idea of ‘The Wilderness’.


Just My Luck

Dear diary,

Something weird happened when I went to the museum today… My worst nightmare has always been getting lost in a huge, strange place on my own (for example, a museum) – and of course it’s just my luck that that’s exactly what happened.

Me and my dad were in Paris, visiting the largest museum in the world: Musee du Louvre. My mum died giving birth to me, I’ve always been a single child and so it’s always just me and dad. We are the best of teams, I wouldn’t go anywhere without him. It was the summer holidays and so we were visiting France like we did every summer. I had been looking out of the window for what seemed like five hours straight and got bird poo splatooned hundreds of times when dad said (from in front of me), “We’re almost there! Look you can see it from here…” The museum was a colossal u-shaped mansion look-a-like with pretty lights and great big doors. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement as we stepped out of our parked Ford. After walking along a grand path we eventually reached it. If it were possible to be even bigger, then it was, up close.

Inside was even more magnificent: chandeliers; grand staircases; posh elevators and beautifully painted walls. Though the history was the best part… It stretched from the Egyptians to World War 2; even the dinosaurs from billions of years ago to the Vikings and the Incas with much, much more after that too. Joined with the vastness of the building, and how some of the artefacts and skeletons were quite frightening I would hate to get lost in this place. “You go on and explore. I’ll meet you back at the entrance. It’s time you learned how to enjoy things by yourself,” said Dad. I said goodbye as if I was fine with being on my own, but truthfully, I wasn’t. Though I was eleven (almost twelve) I had never been alone by myself, unless it was at home. This was going to be a difficult challenge, though I decided to go on with looking at the exhibits instead of just standing at the entrance for hours.

I decided to go upstairs via the grand elevator, for the stairs were full with visitors. Inside, instead of floor numbers, it had floor themes like Egyptians, World War 1 and many more. I pressed the button called ‘historical paintings’ and off I went. When I opened the door and looked at the paintings, I was in awe. They were so realistic and detailed that they made me feel like running around. So I did exactly that. If all the exhibits were as good as this one I’d like to see them all. I ran for what looked like a door at full speed and smashed my head against a painting! I was knocked out. That’s just my luck. I guess super realistic paintings aren’t so good after all…

I woke up with a searing pain in my forehead. I must have been out for an hour at least so I headed for the elevator, which had disappeared. Strange. There was only one door and so I was careful to make sure it was real. I went through to a room with nothing except from white sheets that must’ve been covering things. I pulled one off, to then jump back in fright. They were life-like dinosaurs! If I didn’t know any better I would run off because of the weird disappearing elevator. But instead, because of my stupidly curious mind, I touched it. That was a big mistake.

It came to life and roared louder than a lion. Really? Of all the things: a T-Rex! That’s my luck. I ran away around the room, the real life dinosaur close on my tail, not knowing what I would do. Luckily, and just in time, another door appeared which I ran through and only just managed to close behind me. I took my time to catch my breath, but when I looked up I lost it again.

Savage Vikings! I can’t believe I’m saying this, but this could be worse than dinosaurs. How was I meant to survive Vikings?! They might only be statues but this time I had learnt my lesson the hard way so I was sure that I would not mess this one up. Past all the angry-faced war lords there was a door. All I had to do was tiptoe through the weapons and Vikings without stepping on or touching anything. I started my journey, fate purposely making my shoes bigger and more squeaky. I reached the door in one piece, then opened the door swiftly so as not to make the hinge creak. I must have rushed the door opening for I didn’t notice the piece of pottery next to it. It smashed on the ground and I cringed, not looking around to see what horrors I had unleashed. All I heard was: “That was my grandmother’s!”, in an angry voice and lots of swords being unsheathed. That’s just my luck.

I turned around seeing around a dozen fully armoured Viking warriors rearing to get  revenge on whoever broke one of their grandma’s pottery. I suppose I would’ve done the same. I ducked down as an arrow flew past me and into the door – which had just recently vanished. I had to think, think! What was the one thing Vikings were afraid of? Not having a worthy death.

“You cannot kill me!” I said, putting on my best ‘I’m not-afraid face’, “You cannot kill me because if you try, I will kill you before you can get close and call it a fight. Therefore, since you did not die in battle, Odin would not let you in Valhalla.” Clearly, they did not understand most of the words I cleverly thought up and said. But, they heard the words: ‘Odin’, ‘would not’, ‘let you’, ‘in’, ‘Valhalla’. So stupidly they dropped their swords and without another word let me go free. I’m not even sure I would be convinced if I was in their shoes, for I was so terrified. By now, an elevator had appeared and so I went inside and pressed the floor ‘entrance’.

I woke up with a searing pain on my forehead, disappointed that it was all a dream. Or was it… When the elevator door opened I saw that the whole museum had come to life and were very angry with me for disturbing them.

Oh! You never caught my name. It’s Just, Just My Luck.



Homeless man turned millionaire

Hi! My name’s Jude and I’m the luckiest man on the Earth. This is the story of when I was the most miserable litter picker, until I found something special that changed my life…

I walked into the pub, smothered in rain and mud. This was where I got paid. My boss, sitting at the counter, signalled for me to come. “Pay day,” he said in a gruff voice, handing me an envelope. I felt around in it – ten pound coins. I sighed as he walked out, “Great. Pay day…” I was a lousy litter picker in London and that was my weekly pay. I looked at the television above the counter.

“Recently, there has been an enormous robbery on the largest English bank: Lloyds. According to the bank manager, over five hundred-million pounds has been stolen, putting England in a state of panic. This is because all members of Lloyds bank will no longer be able to get paid, due to half their money being stolen. The perpetrator disappeared soon after the crime, carrying the money on a hacking USB. Not even the security cameras have spotted him. We speak to the thief’s 14 year old daughter to find out more information…” I bought a drink with a fifth of my money and when I returned to the to the TV she had some information on her dad, “ “Dad keeps a diary.  He’s probably chucked it by now, but if someone finds it then it could show where he’s gone.” She broke into tears. “Daddy please come back! I’m scared!” Whoever finds this diary will be hugely rewarded. This is BBC news.”

I walked out into the street opposite the pub, close to tears. I could relate to her. I thought about how my parents left me with nothing except our dog, Sam, who has always wanted and deserved a kennel. I was only 14 and I’ve been homeless ever since. I looked at my scrawny dog lying there, whimpering. He was really skinny, for neither him nor me had eaten for days, though I loved him more than anything. My dream was to live in a hot country and his was to have kennel. I hoped that one day those dreams could come true. I lay down in my unfurnished tent and went to sleep.

I woke up from a dream of me being the one who stole the money and then living life in luxury – like that would happen to me. I got up with no clothes to change into, just the ones from yesterday. It was around six o’clock so I went out into the London park to start another day of my sad life of litter picking. But what I didn’t know was that I would find something quite amazing…

I had done three hours of litter picking when I found something that would change my life forever. I picked it up instead of putting it straight in the bin, then held it to my face. The front cover read: Diary. Immediately, my mind knew whose it was…but it couldn’t be, could it? I looked through the pages, seeing plans of criminal acts and offences. Then I saw the location of where ‘the man who stole five hundred-million’ was hiding.

I ran up to the police station and told them what I’d found. They immediately brought me to the Head of the Police Force who asked me, after checking it was authentic, which it was, what I wanted my reward to be. My brain was buzzing with luxury options until I finally decided. “I’d like three million pounds and a mansion in Spain. I’d also like a life’s supply of dog food and an expensive kennel for my dog.” They agreed on the terms and, because the Head of the Police Force loved dogs, he insisted on seeing mine. I showed Sam to them, happy that we would share my new-found wealth. Surprisingly, they said that I couldn’t keep my dog anymore, for the Prime Minister of Spain would not allow a fellow millionaire to have a dog as scrawny and bad quality as my one. I was quite offended and I’m sure Sam was too. So I changed my destination to Italy, where they were fine with Sam.

Two months later, I got bored of doing nothing all day, so I started a charity called ‘Kennels for homeless dogs’. And that was the story of me. Once a homeless man, now a millionaire.

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This is dedicated to Yvette who gave the idea: “Someone who has to pick up litter for a living and finds something surprising.”


Matthew’s favourite dinosaur

Matthew loved this book that his mum was reading
It was bed time in his house
He cuddled up in his duvet
And listened as the magical words came out of her mouth

Once upon a time there was a boy
Called Matthew Roar
He sat down on his colourful world mat
Then played with his favourite dinosaur

In North America
Matthew’s favourite dinosaur met an eating beast
And if he saw you in his way
He’d eat you for a feast…

This strong carnivore had very sharp teeth
And arms too short to flex
Matthew’s favourite dinosaur teased him
‘Till he found out he was a T-Rex!

T-Rex chased him through Canada
Passed the U.S.A
Followed him through Mexico
But stopped at the Panama mountain range

South America is the place
Where Matthew’s favourite dinosaur went to
There he met a massive dinosaur
He was 1000 times bigger than me and you…

It was a giant Argentinosaurus
It was a large dinosaur but it wasn’t a predator one
It was one of the biggest ever
And its neck could reach the sun!

Matthew Roar’s favourite dinosaur
Made friends with this scary looking one
And though it was so big and frightening
He was really a lot of fun

The Argentinosaurus was really fun and stretchy
And did something crazy to get his awesomeness sealed
What he did no other dinosaur could do with their neck
Stretch Matthew’s favourite dinosaur across the open sea

Matthew’s favourite dinosaur, now in Europe
To get there was lots of fun
Saw a creature, different from all the other dinosaurs
Not long necked, not short armed, but a flying one…

Matthew’s favourite dinosaur and an Archaeopteryx
Had a lovely stroll together
But the flying dinosaur was sad
Because he had lost one of his feathers

“If I gave you another feather,”
Said Matthew’s favourite dinosaur beast.
Pausing for a few seconds he asked,
“Could you fly me to Asia please?”

In Asia, Matthew’s favourite dinosaur
Had found an animal the colour of a husk
It was furry, hairy, and didn’t have many toes
It had a very long nose, and humongous tusks

“You don’t look much like the dinosaurs I know.”
Said Matthew’s favourite dinosaur
“I know. That’s because I’m a mammoth!
What can I do you for?”

Matthew’s favourite dinosaur said
That Australia was where he wanted to go
And the mammoth answered that
He’ll build a bridge for him to go straight through

In Australia
Matthew’s favourite dinosaur played a new game
A marine one called
Plesiosaurus – I think – was its name

Matthew’s favourite dino-saw
A creature that could swim to the British Isles
In other words it was a great swimmer
And could hold its breath for miles

“Could I have a ride to Africa?”
Said Matthew’s favourite dinosaur.
“Of course!” It said,
“Though whether you would fall off, I can’t be sure…”

In Africa Matthew’s favourite dino-saw
A Spinosaurus
It had teeth as sharp as razors
And being larger than a T-Rex, it’d eat us if it saw us

Not giving chance to say hello
Or to do some kind of greeting
The Spinosaurus got straight into business
And got stuck in with the eating

He chased Matthew’s favourite dinosaur
Almost getting close enough to chomp
Where he went I can’t tell you
You decide where he stopped

“Was it back in Australia or deepest Asia?”
Matthew’s mother said
“Or are they hiding right now,
Just. Under. Your. Bed?!…”


This story is dedicated to Matthew Wood, aged 5, who requested a story about a dinosaur.


582 words, total to date 4744


Food sensation

Have you ever felt
That food sensation
The thing that makes you melt
And brings elation?

For example – a pie
A steaming steak and kidney
And I’m not gonna lie
I could eat more than fifty

You sit down in your chair
Dying of hunger
You feel like there’s no air
And your belly’s like thunder

Have you ever felt
That food sensation
The thing that makes you melt
And brings elation?

You pick up your cutlery
You smell the food
And you know it will be lovely
And taste SO GOOD!

When it touches your mouth
It burns a little
And it bubbles around
The pastry half brittle

Have you ever felt
That food sensation
The thing that makes you melt
And brings elation?

The taste is unimaginable
Your tongue can seal it
The flavour unfathomable
Then your lips feel it

You savour it so much
You start to get full
There is no flavour as such
Though soon it starts to get dull

Have you ever felt
That food sensation
The thing that makes you melt
And brings elation?

So you wait for next meal
Hoping it’s better
But for dinner you’re having:
Artichokes and feta

Have you ever felt
That food sensation
The thing that makes you melt
And brings elation?


214 words, total to date 4162

The Business Man

My name’s Jason and I’m 22. This is the story of when I stumbled into the wrong alley way…

I looked around me and could only see darkness. Even the light of the full moon was blurred. Then I heard something, someone. Men chuckling. Though I was drunk I knew that I was in the wrong place. “Hey! Gimme all your money!” I looked around. What was going on? I managed to make out the outline of a man and could see a glint of metal – probably a knife. Then I realised what was happening. I tried to make a run for it but two men held me back, and pushed me head first roughly into the floor, so I smashed my skull into the ground. I was getting mugged!

The next thing I remember happening was getting up in the same alley way, and feeling a searing pain all over my body. Among ripped clothes and empty pockets I saw cuts bruises and as I put my hand to my head, I knew I had cracked it. I slowly stood up but felt instantly light headed. My knees wobbled and so I fell back down. I needed help – quick. My head was still bleeding so I ripped off some cloth from my jeans, and tied it tightly around it like a bandana. It must have been early morning for the sun was out. I tried several times to get up, but my body was too weak. Plus my cracked skull was still gushing. If someone didn’t come and help me soon I could pass out.

After hours of just lying on the ground, people finally started to wake up. The first person to walk past the entrance of the alley (where I had managed to crawl to) was a police man in uniform. “Help!” I called, my voice sounding like a fire crackling. He just looked at me with disgust and sped up to get away. I waited another hour. Next was a family. A family of four: one mum, one dad, one daughter and one son. I smiled at the boy and so he tugged at his mum’s sleeve and pointed. ” Help him!” He pleaded but his mum just dragged him away. All hope was lost. If everybody acted like this then…

I passed out with exhaustion and lack of blood. Next thing I knew, I was in a hospital lying on a bed with new clothes on and a not so beaten up body. I had lots of leads and wires connected to me and I smiled because I was still alive. I could hear voices outside; I listened in. A man said, “I will pay for him to stay for two months to heal up.” he said, presumably talking about me, “Though, I will return to pay again if he is not ready to leave by that time. I must go now.” The nurse (I assumed) said goodbye and walked off back to work. I must’ve been in a private hospital, for the man was paying for me to stay there were marble floors and a TV in my room. Instead of leaving like he said he would the mysterious man poked half his body around the open door. He wore a very expensive-looking suit and was holding a very posh suitcase. He must have been very rich. “Thank you -” I only just managed to get in before he left the room.

And so, after two months of healing, I never saw the good man again.


This is dedicated to Maureen Weston, who gave the idea of modernising some of Jesus’ parables.  Hopefully, you can guess which one this is!

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