stressed
upset
depressed
tearful
emotional
I just can't cope
it is just too much

You hate me,
I hate me.
You shout in my face,
And i scream.
You swear,
I cry.
You gave me the rope,
And i hang myself.
You want me dead,
And i die...

Acting as one,

Believing in each other,

Committing to excellence,

Doing whatever it takes,

Embracing a common vision,

Fostering group intelligence,

Giving the benefit of doubt,

Harnessing the power of many,

Inspiring cooperation,not competition,

Juggling skills and talents,

Kindling collaborative genius,

Looking out for each other,

More we and less me thinking,

Not minding who gets the credit,

Overcoming obstacles together,

Putting principles before personalities,

Quickly resolving differences,

Recognizing each others strengths,

Sharing the workload,

Treating each other with respect,

Utilizing everyone’s skills,

Valuing everyone’s input,

Working side by side,

Xpecting exponential results,

Yearning to succeed together,

Zestfully making a difference.

The Brother Gone
Domestic Noir
by rhiannon
One morning in a house in Scotland, Josh Wilson opens a gift from his brother, Matthew Snozcumber, and Josh knows their lives will never be the same again.

Whilst trying to rebuild his life, Josh witnesses a crime that leads him to question a new relationship. He becomes obsessed with enigmatic stranger Toby Barlow. What is his connection to Matthew, and why has he turned up now?

Josh's behaviour becomes increasingly erratic as she struggles to unravel the truth and the significance of a cursed rock, all whilst battling to cope with amnesia.

Every day, Josh gets closer to the truth. And the closer he gets, the more shocking it seems.

Whilst investigating the death of a local police officer, a friendly psychiatrist called Zoe Thornhill uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, cursed knife circulating throughout USA. As soon as anyone uses the knife, he or she has exactly 215 days left to live.

The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look invisible. A marked person feels like an isolated cat to touch.

Zoe gets hold of the knife, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a chilly dragon balancing on a dark police officer, an old newspaper headline about a skating accident, a hooded dog ranting about eyes and a drinking well located in an industrial place.

When Zoe notices her arms have cat-like properties, she realises that the curse of the cursed knife is true and calls in her sister, a doctor called Clarke Thomas, to help.

Clarke examines the knife and willingly submits herself to the curse. She finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. She finds the chilly dragon balancing on a dark police officer particularly chilling. She joins the queue for a supernatural death.

Zoe and Clarke pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded dog. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?

Whilst investigating the death of a local actor, a cute author called Susan Meadows uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, enchanted gun circulating throughout Cornwall. As soon as anyone uses the gun, he or she has exactly 75 days left to live.

The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look invisible. A marked person feels like a killer cat to touch.

Susan gets hold of the gun, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a grey fox balancing on a chilly actor, an old newspaper headline about a flying accident, a hooded owl ranting about eyes and a drinking well located in a deprived place.

When Susan notices her heart have cat-like properties, she realises that the curse of the enchanted gun is true and calls in her grandfather, a police officer called James Thornton, to help.

James examines the gun and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He finds the grey fox balancing on a chilly actor particularly chilling. He joins the queue for a supernatural death.

Susan and James pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded owl. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?

The Merry And Warm Chocolate




Whose chocolate is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his chocolate a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The chocolate is merry, warm and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

Joshua Middleton sat crouched in an alley. It was midnight. Where is Keri - Josh questioned himself. Keri, Josh's newest case, was a ghost girl. She was supposed to meet Josh in the alley, at midnight. Together, they only had one minute to make it to the Middle Grounds, protected by the only time of night that death took a breather. So where was Keri? Josh checked his watch. She should be here! Suddenly, Josh heard a noise, it was Keri floating above the roof. Josh didn't have time to talk, so he blurted out - "Let's go!" The Middle Grounds were only a mile away, and midnight was the only time Keri could escape to the middle grounds without being carried into the after-life. Keri and Josh took off running, running as quickly as he could manage, they still would never make it. Running at twelve miles an hour, the clock moved to 12:01. Death roared through the city, making Keri and Josh speed up. The grounds were in sight, Keri lept over the border and fell, crying, with joy.

A short story!

Do you remember your childhood?

Remember that kid running down the street… hot sidewalk, bare footed, sweat running down your face? Take a moment and try to remind your self… What is the memory that is stuck in my head? The one you can never forget? We have flashbacks, of the hardest moments we have been through, not everything is color white. we all have black spots.

Where do I start… My life is like a roller-coaster I can remember when I was four, my mother left me, to come to a better country, to give me and my brothers a better future. I was left in custody of my aunt along with my older brother. My two older sisters where left in custody of our grandparents. I can imagine you thinking how could someone leave there kid this young? Our parents have sacrifice so much to give us what we need, to have a better life than what they ever had. The day she left is all blanked out, I only remember the hardest part of my life.

It was almost bed time, I was in the floor playing with my dolls on my right hand side was my brother playing with his UNO cards. It hit 9:00 pm. Once again it all started, I heard my aunt and uncle fighting yelling out about his drinking problems, I remember my brother hugging me tight. I can hear them cussing one to another.. I was scared my uncle was wasted.. tripping, screaming “I’m tired of this, I’m tired of you!” I knew this was not going to end well.

I closed my eyes tight holding my brothers hand, and shut a tear, he whisperer to my ear… “everything is going to be alright.” It only took about two minutes to hear the phone being tossed to the other side of the room, I knew he would hit her, my heart started beating faster and faster as his voice started getting louder. I heard my aunt saying “This is when I hate you the most, this is when you turn into my worst enemy!” Does words scared me, I knew he was getting angry as she scream to him how much she hated him, as does words hit him on the softest spot he had, he became a different person when he was holding that bottle on his hand. He took a deep breath, and scream again “you are worthless, you don’t understand me! Look at you no one will ever want you, no one will ever love you..”

People call it *******,

people call it crap,

you try to ignore it,

but you feel overwhelmed,

you ponder over books for

hours,

looking for new ideas,

though none of them are

as good as the first,

tears soak your clear page,

as your hard work is

turned upside down.

the words break my heart,

smear my page,

don’t they understand

how much it hurts

to see you’re own

work be hurt.

Writing
By Rhiannon
I get on with life as a student,
I'm a sad kinda person.
I like knitting on Sundays,
I like writing poems in the week.
I like to contemplate writing.
But when I start to daydream,
My mind turns straight to reading.

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about reading with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's writing making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
Writing or...
Reading?

I like to use words like 'wow,'
I like to use words like 'super.'
I like to use words about writing.
But when I stop my talking,
My mind turns straight to reading.

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about reading with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's writing making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
Writing or...
Reading?

I like to hang out with Chelsey,
I like to kick back with Sophie,
But when left alone,
My mind turns straight to reading.

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about reading with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's writing making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
Writing or...
Reading?

I'm not too fond of swearing,
I really hate shouting,
But I just think back to reading,
And I'm happy once again.

Dear reader,

I’m writing to you to give you the opportunity to leave the crowded,busy city.I know you have always wanted to do this so here is your chance!Surely,you will do it. It is your only chance of happiness.Your only chance to escape your sad past and have your own happy future life.You clearly hate life in the *****,crowded streets of the city that are filled with crime,violence and unhappy people.Well,you don’t have to be one of them sad,lonely people any longer.I give you the chance to escape the horrendous city and you can go to the quiet,peaceful and happy countryside.You will love it!

Yours faithfully,

Council Household manager.

You go to the kitchen when you hear the letterbox go.It was your letter.You sit down and read it.You jump with joy as you read that you can leave the city.You pack your bags and suitcase and go to the airport.

You then sit looking out the window feeling the sadness fly out of your heart and happiness jump into the space.You are told you must go to the city by the pilot.You have no other option as the city people are trying to stop you from being happiness and enjoying freedom.You feel nervous but choose to escape the terrible past and go to your own happy future life.

You arrive and look around at your new surroundings.It is different but better.You love it!