Death of an Innocent
Death of an Innocent I went to a party mum, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mum, so I drank coke instead. I really felt proud inside, Mum, the way you said I would. I didn't drink and drive, Mum, even though the others said I should. I know I did the right thing, Mum, I know you were always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mum, as everyone is driving out of sight. As I got into my car, Mum, but as I pulled out into the road the other car didn't see me, Mum, and now I'm the one who will pay. I'm lying here dying, Mum. I wish you'd get here soon. How cold this happen to me, Mum? My life just burst like a balloon. There is blood all around me, Mum, and most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mum, I'll die in a short time. I just wanted to tell you, Mum, I swear I didn't drink. It was the others, Mum. The others didn't think. He was probably as the same party as I. The only difference is he drank and I will die. Why do people drink, Mum? It can ruin your whole life. I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife. The man who hit me is walking, Mum, and I don't think it's fair. I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare. Tell my brother not to cry, Mum. Tell Daddy to be brave. And when I go to heaven, Mum, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave. Someone should have told him, Mum, not to drink and drive. If only they
Schools often organise school visits. Write a letter to the parents informing the about the school trip, and about the educational value of the visit
School Address 20th December 2011 Dear Parent/Guardian, We are delighted to inform you that the Modern Languages, History and Art Departments will be organising a trip to Paris. We are planning to fly out on Wednesday 7th March and return late on Monday 12th March 2012 depending on flight availability. We will be staying in a hotel in central Paris called ‘Hotel de Ville de Paris’. On day one we are going to visit the impressive Eiffel Tower with the best view of this beautiful city and students will have the opportunity for shopping. On day two we are off to one of the biggest and richest with history and art museums in the world. At the Louvre we are going to explore the classic masterpieces that cover nearly ten thousand years of human creativity. We will be accompaniment by an official guide in English. On day three we are going to have a coach trip by river Seine where students can see and learn about the history of La Conciergerie, Notre-Dame Cathedral and much more. On day four we are going to visit Sacre-Coeur Basilica which goes back in history to World War One and the students will have the opportunity to climb to the top. On day four we are going to Napoleon’s Triumphal Arch from which there is a wonderful view down the Champs-Elysees. In the late afternoon we will be returning to London. History and Art students will contribute towards
poem The sad story of Lefty and Ned
'The sad story of Lefty and Ned ' There were two crooks called Lefty and Ned, Who had to steal for their daily bread. But now their bodies are underground, Left there to rot until they're found. They planned to steal from Lucy mop, Who owned the local candy shop. But now their bodies are underground, Left there to rot until they're found. And then they dug a hole right through, With all their tools and torches too. But now their bodies are underground, Left there to rot until they're found. They popped there heads up out the hole, And grabbed the bag for the things they stole. But now their bodies are underground, Left there to rot until they're found. Then Lefty grabbed a handful of candy, He thought it tasted fine and dandy But now their bodies are underground, Left there to rot until they're found. Ned felt his teeth begin to rot, His lips and tongue felt rather hot, But now their bodies are underground, Left there to rot until they're found. Ned left to get some mints, To cool his mouth by the sinks. But now their bodies are underground, Left there to rot until they're found. Lefty went behind the till, And found a long expensive bill But now their bodies are underground, Left there to rot until they're found. Ned fought he might, Blow up the spot with dynamite But now their bodies are underground, Left there to rot until they're
Dystopia
The Volcanic flames of the fire touching my skin. I try hard not to scream but the pain is too much. I let out a screech but no one can hear me. I try again but this time I scream to the top of my lungs. But still no answer. I am ambushed in this world of loneliness and disgrace. I am trapped with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. My heart is pounding with fear and desolation. Black and red were the only colours I saw. The colours of death and betrayal. With only the golden flames of the fire guiding me, I still have no idea where I am. It feels like I am boxed in and have no contact with the outside world. The blood from my wounded arm, which I have no idea how I achieved, is still flowing. The sting of this bruise is unexplainable. I feel like I am going to collapse. But I pay no attention to it, as my mind can only think of food. I haven’t eaten in days. My stomach is growling with hunger and pain. I carry on walking, not knowing what else to do as I have no other options. My feet are burning, it’s like I am walking on fiery liquid, almost lava-like. I climb down a steep hill my feet touch the flat ground. Then suddenly I could feel cold liquid beside my feet. I look down and I could see a river of crimson coloured blood. Skulls and remains of dead people are scattered everywhere. The horizon, which once used to be a beautiful, mellow blue, is now a dull, lifeless
Bad times
Bad time Have you ever been caught up in a stampede? It all started with a trip to the farm. Mum asked me if I wanted to go and see some animals and I, being a typical three year old, jumped at the chance. When we arrived at the farm, a show was on, with animals in separate pens in a big field. It was a hot day so we decided to get some ice creams- it was just the average family day out. Suddenly my baby brother started crying, something was wrong. We all rushed around the pushchair and looked inside. To our relief it was only his ice cream, fallen out onto his lap. While my parents were trying to wipe the ice cream off my brothers clothes, I wandered away to look at some cows that I had spotted earlier. They were huge and brown, with big, deep, brown eyes. I was so transfixed by this cow that I failed to notice the farmer slowly opening the gate behind me. I felt something brush my arm. Another thing rammed into my back, knocking me to the floor. They were all around me now, what seemed like hundreds of huge creatures, a couple more came dangerously close to trampling to me. I looked up to see that one of the animals was coming straight towards me. It wasn't going to avoid me. I scrambled desperately to get out of the way but one of its sharp hooves stomped onto my arm, I screamed in pain as another beast narrowly avoided steeping on my head. I saw someone rushing towards
My most memorable thing
My most memorable thing My most memorable thing was when I was ten years old, and I was coming to England. My parents decided to bring us to England for some good Education. When I was coming I felt sad but I was also excited. I was sad because I was leaving behind all my friends and the place that I knew. A part of me wanted to stay in Pakistan, because this is where I was born and this is where I had grown up. I felt that I was going to leave ma part of my identity behind. I was excited when I sat in the aeroplane I had never flown before I was warned because I had heard stories in the news about plane crashes and hijackings. When I sat in the plane the seats were a grey colour and they were leather seats. I felt nice when I sat in the aeroplane. The seats were nice and they had games, and walkmans on the seats. When they gave me something to eat it was a horrible taste of the food that they gave me to eat. When the plane landed at Heathrow Airport, it was raining and people said it rained a lot in England. Waiting to meet us were my father and uncle. I was so pleased to see my father and uncle. I ran in to my father's arms. Then we began the 200 miles journey to our new home in Bradford. I passed all sorts of people and different kinds of buildings. Everything was so very
Original Writing Poetry The Argument
I wish I was back home with you. Why am I so defiant? The argument was really small, Yet turned into a giant. I really wish I could blame you, And say, "look what you've done", But I can't `cos I know it's my fault, And because I love you mum. You should have realised times have changed. You just were too old fashioned. You wrapped me up in cotton wool, And always took the blame. I said things I shouldn't have. I always seemed to swear. You never told me off though, You didn't seem to care. Do you ever think of me? And what I'm doing now? Do you hate me for what I've put you through? And think that I'm a cow? I know dad lost his temper, And I'd say quite rightly too. I just wish we'd done things differently, And just said, "I love you". So now I'm on my own, All through a stupid row. It's my entire fault I know. But mum I need you now. I wish I could come back. And we could start afresh. I'd really like to change my ways, I'd really do my best. I know I made things hard, As older and older I got. But if you believe nothing other. Believe that I love you a lot. So, how are you getting on? I'm sure you're doing great. I'll always grieve what I gave up, The chance to be your
Poem - A Broken World Crimson tide washing in and out All soldiers having to lookout
A Broken World Crimson tide washing in and out All soldiers having to lookout Adolescent children being forced to fight Drips of ruby teardrops falling out of their mum's eyes Blood sprinkles over my face Like a weather of thunder and rain Infantry fighting for their lives Babies dying from starvation Children losing their education Jimmy's getting an amputation While Bobby has to blaze the cannon Bombs flying all around Making a very loud sound America is not willing to take the defeat! Soldiers open their bedrolls to sleep On a hill very steep Families having to live in trenches Like cats trapped in cages We're all being treated like slaves As if we are all in jail Is it a pride to fight for your country? Thousands of soldiers dying every day Making it feel like it's doomsday Many women are getting raped Not finding a way to escape Are we really human? Is this our true passion? I never knew that life could ever be like this Several soldiers writing letters To their children, lovers and mothers Many soldiers are getting frightened As death could come at any second Will this war ever end? Our planet is dying so when, when, when? Will this be at end? Why can't this world be a peaceful place? Fighting! Fighting! Fighting! That's all I see I see Jimmy dying on the floor But I can't save him any more Very lately realizing what is in front
When I enquired in the shop about the vacancy, I was told that it would be mainly till work and filling up shelves within the premises
Mathew Tooze 6 Brendon Road Wellington Somerset TA21 8RL Thursday 8th December 2005 To Whom It May Concern: Before departing from EJ Teares just under 12 months ago, within the shop I was delighted with the team spirit and the fact that everyone worked together so well. That was what appealed to me about the vacancy you have for the current Saturday job. I feel that I would like to be part of the team. As you know I am a year 11 student from Court Fields and I am currently 16. I used to work for you as a paperboy for round about 2 and half years. This will prove that I am a hard working and responsible individual. When I enquired in the shop about the vacancy, I was told that it would be mainly till work and filling up shelves within the premises. This would be no problem to me as I have had nearly a year's experience of till work and dealing and serving with customers. Working Saturdays would also be no problem and still gives me plenty of time to keep on track with schoolwork. Please could you consider me for the job, and when you are decided who to take on, you will be able to know that in me you will have someone who will turned up punctually every Saturday I am needed, will take my responsibility that comes in the job seriously, and an team member that will not let you down. Thank you for reading my letter, Matt
Examples of different types of poems
Limericks Obese Cooking There once was a chef named Prease Who always used too much grease His burgers were divine, His dinners were fine, But his cooking made me obese. The hat, mat There was a young man who sat, Quite thoughtlessly on his hat. He sat there for a while And changed its style, Now he uses it as a mat! Cinquain Soccer Soccer Fun, Sport Running, Kicking, Scoring Passionate and athletic sport Kickball Haiku Silent Night Sun goes down, sea cools Wolves howling to the big moon, Shining down on them. Stinging Bees A bee flies quickly, It turns around and stings me, Then falls to the ground. Acrostic Friends Friends are forever Relying on the other half Inquiring to complete what the other lacks Enjoying each others accompany Never lies, never hides Doing everything together Standing up for one another Diamante Neither can live while the other survives Dreams Imaginary, Subconscious Sleeping, Thinking, Wishing Cannot be without other Knowing, Seeing, Being Authentic, Factual Reality Smelly boy Be aware that moms can tell A lot about you by your smell. And you will worry her to death If you come with a bad breath. Cheetos stain your face. Nacho aroma is not hard to trace. Mother's have been known to yell, "Is that a bad boy that I smell?" Spices odour tends to cling And coffee gets on everything. To be
