Story? Poetry choose! - English and Media...Thou shalt not All the bones pure white and dry, and...
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Studentsofthenation,youareabouttobeletloose!Inamomentyouwillbegiventhefreedomtoindulgeinsomewritingthatwillneverbeassessedormarkedinanyway.Youwillsimplybewritingforthethrillofwriting.Yourteachercanthentakeaphotoofyourwork,finishedornot,andsubmititfordisplayinouronlinegallery.Youwillbeabletofinditbyvisitingwww.instagram.com/englishandmediacentreandsearchingunderthehashtag#EMCLetThemLooseand#YourSchoolName(e.g.#BloomingtonHigh)Youroptions:1.Chooseoneoftheimagesyouareabouttobeshownastheinspirationforapieceofwriting.2.Selectoneormoreofthephrasesyouareabouttobeshownasthestartingpointforapieceofwriting.3.Writeaboutanythinginanywaythatyouwant.
The English and Media Centre: Let Them Loose! A National Writing Day Event
Story?
Poetry?
Autobiography?
Reportage?
Travel writing?
Play or film script?
You choose!
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Thou shalt not
All the bones pure white and dry, and chalky
the dusk begins to creep
I remember peeping in
As I was walking all alone
The English and Media Centre: Let Them Loose! A National Writing Day Event
I burst in the other day; kicked the door out of its warped frame
A voice said: ‘Stay’.
The vacuum cleaner sulks
I can half hear you John Or write
about anything, in any way that
you want!
When the door Scraped shut,
Often he wondered
a creature wakes from slumber
and emerald boots
His breath was hot upon my brow
2 o’clock: strong moonlight, few stars.