Elliott Greco
Been writing for a short while and I’ve loved it since I was inspired to write by my college tutors
Elliott Greco
Been writing for a short while and I’ve loved it since I was inspired to write by my college tutors
Been writing for a short while and I’ve loved it since I was inspired to write by my college tutors
Been writing for a short while and I’ve loved it since I was inspired to write by my college tutors
January was exciting Because I knew it’d be a good year
February was rubbish Because I lost a once good soul
March was good Because I found my true love
April had fascination Because I started finding my future
May involved despair But it was eventually defeated
June brought me mixed emotions Because I had to say goodbye
July was full of fun Because I celebrated Summer
August brought me pain As anxiety chose to eat me
September opened new doors Because I started a new life
October made fun As well as Halloween fear
November caused me to become 24 Instead of 23 which felt weird
And when December came I wondered what 2024 was like
“This reminds ne of her, it really does.”
Aaron woke up at 8:00 in the morning; it’s the time he always awakes from a sleep. He smelt the scents of sizzling bacon being cooked by the chefs at the nursing home he lives in. The chefs treated him like an extra mother since his real diamond departed her life due to the wrath of Cancer but there was something that cropped into his mind when he was thinking of her.
Aaron had sun-blonde hair and the eyes of a blue ocean like the Pacific or the Atlantic. He used to work as an undertaker and during his last day of wotk, he knew he saw a specific grave but can’t remember where.
“Bryony, can I go to Tatton Graveyard?” Aaron asked calmly “Are you sure deer? It’s a bit depress-“ “Please, I need to see someone.” His urge to see his ruby consumed his heart so he had to achieve his desire; his desire to see his mother.
Bryony had bright curly ginger hair and her smile barely faded even in the toughest and darkest of times she’s a beauty she truly is.
When Bryony took Aaron to the graveyard after a five minute drive in the bus of the carehome, ice-cold air filled their lungs faster than then the speed of sound, they slowly walked past big graves, small graves and even staggering cenotaphs until they reached the grave; Aaron’s mum’s grave.
Aaron froze for a moment. It was like he saw a ghost but a fritndly one, a nice one. Bryony slowly rested her hand on his shoulder to comfort him but when she noticed what he was staring at, he wasn’t staring at the grave, he was staring at something else and he was even touching it too.
It was a pink fabric lying next to the grave; he stroked it and after a while, he stood up and told Bryony what he felt and what he saw.
“Bryony, thank you for taking me here, when I touched the fabric, it teleported me back to the times I saw her, the times I knew her, thf times I loved her.”
You might think poems are just songs
But it’s loads more than that
You might think sonnets are just Shakespearean
But it’s written by writers of today too
You might think ballads are filled with sadness
But they have happy endings too
And until you hold that pen
Or put your finger on that phone screen
You will see you were wrong
Because in the wotkd of poetry
There’s more than you can imagine
You’re just believing what you don’t see
When I was five My dad got me a bike And it made feel truly alive
I used to go everywhere on it With my cousins and my friends And it never tired me one bit
One time I saw a slight break on the wheel And I thought it was game over So my heart started to sadly squeal
And when I turned twenty-one My mum got me a car And my life on the road begun
The moment I held the steering wheel I felt nothing but power It’s something I’ve never been able to feel
Until I noticed my ol’ bike Sitting sadly in the garden And I was going to give it to Cousin Mike But I changed my mind cos it’s memories are still with me
We’ve performed on stage
We’ve performed on screen
And even in films
Were the production is grass-green
And you might see us as heroes
Sometimes even villains
But at home away from curtains
We have s love thst’s one in a million
So before you heckle hard-working actors
Think about their lives
And the beauty they still experience at home
“This is worse than I expected. Much worse!”
Hello, my name is Lucy and I’m a detective at West Yorkshire Police. I love this job to bits as I’m simply getting paid to solve highly horrific crimes which is a privilege not only to my soul, but to my local community’s soul too.
I am used to dealing with murderers and thieves but this time, I had to deal with a much larger threat: “Cannibalism.”
Cannibalism is when sinister and sick people eat people’s body parts for their own pleasure. Gross right? Let me explain the story.
“Lucy, I need you to head to Nutgrove Villa, there has been a case of cannibalism in the area.” Chief Constable Thaddeus said in a stern voice. My hands trembled slightly but I had to do what I needed to do which was to find the cannibals.
When I reached Nutgrove Villa in my police car with the sirens screaming, scents of grass filled my nostrils but I knew there was something much darker than that so I walked further into the villa until I found something revolting.
I saw a tongue! An actual human tongue just lying on the night-black road. I was almost about to puke but I had to force myself to use it as evidence. Yuck!
When I walked further into the villa, I then noticed a lifeless woman lying on the road with her mouth wide open without a tongue. I thought to myself; this must be the victim but the minute I wrote it down on my pad and walked further, I then noticed another body but this time, losing skin on his shin. Terrifying right? Y’know what? Scrap that. Let’s say hideous!
This was starting to get intense so I knocked on the door of one of the houses but received no response other than screaming so, without hesitation, I kicked the door down to reveal…
Two cannibals! One was attempting to eat a woman on the floor whereas the other cannibal was trying to eat a man on the floor beside her. This started to get nasty so, just as they were about to get me…
“Zap!” I tazsd them both and they fell to the ground completely unconscious.
When I walked over to the victims to check on them, they were as shocked as frightened mice so I got them back to their feet and calmly asked them how the cannibals got there and their answer left me just as shocked…
“M’aam, those are the Nutgrove Cannibals.”
The rain was hitting the ground
Almost at the speed of sound
But no one ran back home
Because they wanted to do something precious
I was walking along the street
With my jacket still looking so neat
Holding my umbrella
Which had nothing but rainbow colours
I then saw a boy
Who certainly wasn’t feeling joy
The rain was almost consuming him
So I beckoned him to join me
And we started holding the umbrella together
Then the whole street joined in
And it was barely a sin
Because everyone decided to come together
And support those who are needy this Christmas
With every thorn bush
There are roses
With every monster
There are good hearts
With every illness
There is good health everywhere else
And if you complain about the little things
The things that aren’t that good
Your heart will sink to the ground
So remember when I say
With the night comes darkness
But also stars
My grandmother always told me
To never be hard on myself
My grandmother told me
To always start a day with a smile
My grandmother told me
To not let hatred consume you
My grandmother told me
To always use kindness
And whether your’s is here
Or above the skies
Remember what your grandmother said
Because Nana knows best