On the 5th June, 16 year 9 pupils were involved in a creative writing workshop led by Mary Aherne from the University of Hull. They looked at poetry to evoke feelings, poems which used different senses and a poem which got drunker as it went on.
They are now writing pieces to be entered into the Aim Higher Writing Competition. All schools in which East Riding submit work which is turned into a book, so hopefully some will be published writers by the end of the year.

A Different Existence

No more.
No more shall I wait for my mind
To wander into a trance.

From now on.
From now I shall drift into a different existence…

Where the sky is always blue,
Snowy clouds drift by
Different shapes, different sizes.

Endless supplies of chocolate,
The smell causing my tummy,
To tingle with delight.

The cerise strawberries.
Burst with flavour in my mouth.
I feel so content, never have I felt
Like this before.

The teacher screams at me.
I awake, feeling antagonised.
Maybe, just maybe I can drift back off,
Into my amazing but different

Different existence!

by Chelsea

The Future

The future is always not far away,
Tomorrow will soon become today
What may happen to this fine place
And the growing number of the human race.

The grass may be greener
The sun may be light
But as the saying goes
The future is bright.

What will be discovered along the way
Improving many things day after day
Computers and phones will be a thing of the past
With world technology moving so fast.

Hi-tech houses and new transport
A new generation to be taught.
What will happen, we must prepare
For the future of our world, made to share.

by Caitlin

Different World?

Look up to the sky
There seems to be something there
Doesn’t there?

Look to the ground
There’s something under there
Isn’t there?

Look from the tallest tower
There’s something out there
Isn’t there?

Wherever you look
Wherever you stare
You have to think
I’ll find it some day

There’s no point in looking
There’s no point in searching
Because when the time comes
You will know

So
Different
Worlds
?
Who
Knows
?

by Lewis

Spiders

I’m a little spider
Crawling around
I’m a great hider
Never to make a sound.

I’m a little spider
With a lot of legs
I come in species
I spin many threads.

I’m a little spider
Nearly got eaten by a cat.
Some of us have hairy legs
We like to hide under mats.

I’m a little spider
Not very scary at all.
When we climb up
It’s a long way to fall.

I’m a little spider
Crawling to and fro,
Humans trying to squash us,
What horrible way to go.

I’m a little spider
Reaching the end of my life
I am slowly dying
And do you know …

I really wanted a wife.

by Jessica

Nightmare
I step into a large continuous room, with walls filled of never-ending lessons and hard work.
Mank leather
The intense stench lingers around my nostrils and slips down my throat.
My heart pounds
The old books’ dust fills the room and slips down my throat.
My ears bleed
The constant bleeding of an old librarian
I begin to sweat:
My heart’s pounding,
My ears are bleeding,
My throat is swollen.
I can’t breathe,
I reach for a book and leave gasping, panting,
Crying.
Never again shall I enter a library
Never again shall I be in such despair
Never again

by Rebecca