i) Recite for me the first sixteen digits of pi, and I’ll tell you the first sixteen things that come to mind when I think of you.
ii) Spend the nigh(...)
This is an excerpt from a longer story by Natasha Wall, one of the stories from the collection What’s the Stories?, written by transition year student(...)
I can’t sleep.
My eyes are heavy with it, it’s fuzzy in my mind, it weighs down my bones yet refuses to wash over me. I could touch it, brush its fea(...)
Ben was in Dublin on work business. It was 7.00 in the morning. Ben was up early because he had to get ready for the gig that night. Ben was feeling a(...)
16th April, 1958 They came to us today, in the morning. It was against the backdrop of a beautiful orange sunrise that I saw them first, marching up t(...)
I am the rocky terrain of Ayers Rock, I am the snarl deep in the lion’s throat, I am the peaceful butterfly flapping in the wind, I am the golden glow(...)
When at last I left it was late.
Late didn’t exist just because adults said it was so. It was a time, and a place too if you thought about it a lot, (...)
Helping children and young people to discover and harness the power of their imaginations and creative skills is what Fighting Words is all about. For(...)
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