Monday 12 August 2013
The setting of the Star - that once did defend,
Marks the beginning of an end.The moonlit sky,
Echoes your whispers as you let out a sigh.
The stars burn bright,
As you witness from a height,
The beauty of the beast
As it feasts
On your soul
Creating a hole.
The echoes of the dark sky soon transform into guitar strums,
As the world begins to sing along and hum;
It awakens from its deep slumber,
And evident thirst and hunger.
The rise of the Star - reborn to defend,
Marks the beginning of an end.
Wednesday 3 July 2013
Hi again.....
I'm looking for a favour, if you are a member of Planet 125 and have been part of SMC's Creative Writing enhancement, could you email me a short comment about your experience of the course and how much you enjoyed it and how amazing your teacher was (ha ha) and things so we can put it on our leaflet for the new Creative Writing A Level...You could write it as a comment on this post and I would be really grateful! Thanks!
Miss S
I'm looking for a favour, if you are a member of Planet 125 and have been part of SMC's Creative Writing enhancement, could you email me a short comment about your experience of the course and how much you enjoyed it and how amazing your teacher was (ha ha) and things so we can put it on our leaflet for the new Creative Writing A Level...You could write it as a comment on this post and I would be really grateful! Thanks!
Miss S
Hi Planet 125 folks,
Exciting news!! St Mary's College are now offering AS Level Creative Writing to start in September 2013! Get in touch with me by emailing m.sharples@stmarysblackburn.ac.uk if you would like any more information or to register your interest.
Miss S
Exciting news!! St Mary's College are now offering AS Level Creative Writing to start in September 2013! Get in touch with me by emailing m.sharples@stmarysblackburn.ac.uk if you would like any more information or to register your interest.
Miss S
Friday 28 June 2013
The curser hovered over a name half way down the list of contacts on facebook then the little green light went out and the laptop lid slammed shut. She dragged her self over to the light switch and turned the light on for when she returned to the room. The orange light fought off the blue hue in the kitchen barely succeeding. She just stood in the center of the room confused until a sudden shadow danced along the wall causing her all of a sudden to switch back on and reboil the kettle.
She began hyper functioning placing the tea bag ready in the cup before washing the days of unwashed dishes piled high around the place. She seemed to realize after finishing drying the last of the cutlery she managed to go through about 4 cups of tea in an hour to do that lot. Agitated, she ran upstairs and rummaged under her bed for a shoe box lodged near the very back between a half deflated basket ball and a large collection of cobwebs. She hugged it as she ran back down stairs to the light and poured the contents all over the floor.
She sifted through the old photos, badges and a small figured to find a folded up letter with a blue bow tied round it. She held it close to her chest as she slumped to the floor. Her fingers caressed the ends of the frayed fibers.
Time moves far to quickly sometimes and with out meaning to people get left behind. Sometimes its the very best of people not because you meant to leave them behind but you don't want to bother them and they the same.
She tugged at the end of the satin allowing the letter to unfold before her.
"Jade,
You are truely brilliant. You're gorgeous and so sweet. You're always there for me no matter what.
You're ughasfghysbuibaodsuhqosph. I love you lots.
You don't force me to be happy or to... stop doing the things that I shouldn't. You're a perfect friend :)
You Shouldn't be sad, ever. You're brilliant.
I love you Fufffuff
So smile! I'm always here. :) Can't rain all the time and I have an umbrella until it stops :3
Stacy xxx"
She retraced the word always as tears streamed down her face. Sometimes when you want to go back I suppose start at the beginning to simpler times but it had been 5 years since Jade and Stacy had last spoken and even longer since they had last met. She sifted through the photographs separating any with Stacy in once she had collected 20 she took them to her room along with the letter and began blue-tacking them in the space above her head stroking each little memory as it passed through her fingers.
When she finished she began writing a letter she knew she had no intention of sending, no need to dreadge up old memories for both of them.
"Oh deary I miss you like you wouldn't believe. I thought you might be like everyone else who I would just forget and move on from but after all this time I can't let you go. Oh look at this soppy mess I am writing its awful isn't it.
I think you always knew how I felt about you I just suppose things happened at a bad time when we would inevitably move in different directions.
I hope you are OK and I hope who ever you are with now is treating you well.
It's a shame to see the pictures of you with brown hair on facebook when you had blue hair it made your eyes shine so bright, and well that was just creepy wasn't it but I mean you know me. Well you don't I suppose not anymore... but I wish you did... I wish I still knew you.
Out of everyone I ever met you managed to shine the brightest.
I suppose... I should finish this little letter up not much to say when I know you will never read it in the end anyway.
I love you Stacy I hope you managed to keep your self safe and found other people to protect you who did a better job than me
With love from your Fufffuff <3"
Jade walked down stairs with the letter and closed it with the same blue ribbon and piled everything else back into the box and placed the letter neatly in between a figure of death made of metal and the cardboard of the box before returning the box to its rightful place at the back underneath her bed. She came back to her laptop calmer and more empty than she was before but anything was an improvement on how she had felt. She opened the lid and typed in "blueandgreenqueens". Even though times had changed it was always to much effort to change her password, though painful it was nice to hold on to it. When she saw Stacy was back online she felt at ease... almost as though she might be thinking of times they had shared to.
Jade placed the laptop next to her to go make a final brew for the night. Hidden under the sounds of the bubbling kettle was a small beep from in the living room.
Some text popped up at the bottom of the scream under a heading of " Stacy "boobless" Parkinson":
Hey, I know its been a long time and you probably barely even remember me but I am coming back to visit some family and well I will be near by if you fancy me popping round for some coffee or something I know it sounds a bit odd coming from no where but I have missed you a lot and well I just thought it would be nice.. So what do you think?
She began hyper functioning placing the tea bag ready in the cup before washing the days of unwashed dishes piled high around the place. She seemed to realize after finishing drying the last of the cutlery she managed to go through about 4 cups of tea in an hour to do that lot. Agitated, she ran upstairs and rummaged under her bed for a shoe box lodged near the very back between a half deflated basket ball and a large collection of cobwebs. She hugged it as she ran back down stairs to the light and poured the contents all over the floor.
She sifted through the old photos, badges and a small figured to find a folded up letter with a blue bow tied round it. She held it close to her chest as she slumped to the floor. Her fingers caressed the ends of the frayed fibers.
Time moves far to quickly sometimes and with out meaning to people get left behind. Sometimes its the very best of people not because you meant to leave them behind but you don't want to bother them and they the same.
She tugged at the end of the satin allowing the letter to unfold before her.
"Jade,
You are truely brilliant. You're gorgeous and so sweet. You're always there for me no matter what.
You're ughasfghysbuibaodsuhqosph. I love you lots.
You don't force me to be happy or to... stop doing the things that I shouldn't. You're a perfect friend :)
You Shouldn't be sad, ever. You're brilliant.
I love you Fufffuff
So smile! I'm always here. :) Can't rain all the time and I have an umbrella until it stops :3
Stacy xxx"
She retraced the word always as tears streamed down her face. Sometimes when you want to go back I suppose start at the beginning to simpler times but it had been 5 years since Jade and Stacy had last spoken and even longer since they had last met. She sifted through the photographs separating any with Stacy in once she had collected 20 she took them to her room along with the letter and began blue-tacking them in the space above her head stroking each little memory as it passed through her fingers.
When she finished she began writing a letter she knew she had no intention of sending, no need to dreadge up old memories for both of them.
"Oh deary I miss you like you wouldn't believe. I thought you might be like everyone else who I would just forget and move on from but after all this time I can't let you go. Oh look at this soppy mess I am writing its awful isn't it.
I think you always knew how I felt about you I just suppose things happened at a bad time when we would inevitably move in different directions.
I hope you are OK and I hope who ever you are with now is treating you well.
It's a shame to see the pictures of you with brown hair on facebook when you had blue hair it made your eyes shine so bright, and well that was just creepy wasn't it but I mean you know me. Well you don't I suppose not anymore... but I wish you did... I wish I still knew you.
Out of everyone I ever met you managed to shine the brightest.
I suppose... I should finish this little letter up not much to say when I know you will never read it in the end anyway.
I love you Stacy I hope you managed to keep your self safe and found other people to protect you who did a better job than me
With love from your Fufffuff <3"
Jade walked down stairs with the letter and closed it with the same blue ribbon and piled everything else back into the box and placed the letter neatly in between a figure of death made of metal and the cardboard of the box before returning the box to its rightful place at the back underneath her bed. She came back to her laptop calmer and more empty than she was before but anything was an improvement on how she had felt. She opened the lid and typed in "blueandgreenqueens". Even though times had changed it was always to much effort to change her password, though painful it was nice to hold on to it. When she saw Stacy was back online she felt at ease... almost as though she might be thinking of times they had shared to.
Jade placed the laptop next to her to go make a final brew for the night. Hidden under the sounds of the bubbling kettle was a small beep from in the living room.
Some text popped up at the bottom of the scream under a heading of " Stacy "boobless" Parkinson":
Hey, I know its been a long time and you probably barely even remember me but I am coming back to visit some family and well I will be near by if you fancy me popping round for some coffee or something I know it sounds a bit odd coming from no where but I have missed you a lot and well I just thought it would be nice.. So what do you think?
Thursday 27 June 2013
Has to be done by 30th of June... Which is sunday.. So... Hurry up
Open to anyone
so you can win £1000
you can submit up to 3 poems
can't be more than 25 lines including blank ones
and can't have more than 160 words
It is on this link http://www.unitedpress.co.uk/free-poetry-competitions/
basically there are 250 winners but they just get it published in a book... I say just that is fantastic in its self but there is one overall winner
SO GO NOW... I think its like a winner per town or something so.. it would be awesome if a few of us ended up in the book ^^
Anyway.... Doodles out yo!
(never saying that again....)
Open to anyone
so you can win £1000
you can submit up to 3 poems
can't be more than 25 lines including blank ones
and can't have more than 160 words
It is on this link http://www.unitedpress.co.uk/free-poetry-competitions/
basically there are 250 winners but they just get it published in a book... I say just that is fantastic in its self but there is one overall winner
SO GO NOW... I think its like a winner per town or something so.. it would be awesome if a few of us ended up in the book ^^
Anyway.... Doodles out yo!
(never saying that again....)
Sunday 23 June 2013
Access for everyone in Planet125 to post quotes, 140 short stories/poems and to promote their own work shamelessly!
Email address: morethanaplanet125@gmail.com
Password: 125planet
Go mad!
Email address: morethanaplanet125@gmail.com
Password: 125planet
Go mad!
Sunday 9 June 2013
So I thought it would be a cool idea if I started writing little stories based on cases I learn about in law. This is my first one, sorrry if its bad or if I got the ways of smoking wrong, it's kind of based on the case of R v Miller.
The house was cold, too cold, so I curled up tighter under the frayed rug I had found in a cupboard under the stairs. The broken springs in the mattress pressed against my hip and shoulder and the chilling breeze coming through the broken windows sent shivers down my spine. Pulling my knees up to my chin, I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep. My efforts were useless however and soon I was sat up again, savouring the sweet taste of nicotine from my last cigarette. I didn't know how things had become so bad, one minute I was graduating from university, the next I was homeless, jobless and alone. I sucked hard on the cigarette, hoping the fumes would make my thoughts disappear, but they didn't. The cloud of smoke left my lips but the worries stayed inside of me, feasting on my brain and soul, damaging me to the core. I took out a bottle of vodka from inside my trench coat and tried to drown my sorrows. I drank and drank, my vision becoming more blurred by the mouthful. Eventually, the hazy darkness took over me. I fell against the mattress, passed out, cigarette in hand, one end burning a bright orange.
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