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The Abandoned Church

Chase peered into the desolate church. On a stormy evening at midnight, the wind whistled between the never-ending rows of pews that surrounded him. Outside the stained-glass window, a rumble of thunder caused the trees to tremble as a flash of lightning narrowly missed the branches. In the far corner of the church, dead, wilted flowers lay below the damp beams. Above the altar, hundreds of melted candles were hanging while wax dripped down the ornate wooden wall. Suddenly, a creak came from behind him. Then another. And another. Chase was frozen with fear.

Wanted

Wanted

Outside, wind whirled through the narrow trees, howling like a werewolf illuminated by the full-moon. In the eerie forest, damp leaves suffocate the mossy ground. Gregory Marshall dashes through the woods panting in fear while his feet sink deep into the mud with every step, as if he belonged to the moist soil below. Suddenly, a silhouette emerged behind him, clutching onto a rusty shovel.

The Hot Air Balloon

The hot air balloon soars,

a cloud swaying in the distance.

 

Its vibrant parachute inflates

like a rainbow on a rainy day.

 

The flames are ferocious fans of fire;

hot as lava,

flickering

in a haze.

 

Ropes cling to a steel frame

A wind rattles.

 

The wicker basket guards elated thrill seekers

like a soldier protecting their kingdom.

Arms dangle,

waiting impatiently.

 

The adventurous spirits remain,

to see the world.

We Can and We Will

You are a fierce leopard
sprinting through the woods.

You are a smart, slithering sandwich
escaping from a lunch box.

You are a gaunt boy
waiting to be fed.

You are a beautiful rose
smiling at the sunshine in the distance.

You are a stained glass window
waiting to be reflected in Pie Corbett’s reading room.

You are a shooting star
shining as bright as a thousand jewels.

You are a glass- half-empty,
stood thinking about the rainy days of life.

You are bright, blue eyes
as deep as the Atlantic.

You are a tall tree
taking a breath of fresh air
in the furthest corner of the park.

You are an autumnal leaf
falling to the depths of despair.

You are a sinking shipwreck
stranded like the Titanic
alone in the world.

You are a child in Rotherham,
saying We can and We will.

You are the end.