'Drip' 'Drip' 'Splash' My deep red blood snakes across the gray pavement. There's a knife sticking out my chest, the evil glint of the silver blade hanging out of me. I turn around, I see your wicked smile your hair is still in a bun, you still wear your school uniform. "Bloody English brat" I mutter as I draw my last breathe and fall to the floor.
Minutes earlier...
The pavements glitter with the blood of innocents. I remember, my brother died that way, fighting for change, for freedom, and I will avenge him. I storm as a road, bread knife at hand, towards the nearest police officer, his back is turned, helping hold back the mob. I raise my knife, my brown hair flicks out, my green eyes widening with adrenaline, my deep brown skin glistening with tears. I smirk and plunge the knife into him, I hear his painful scream as he falls to the floor. I step on your dying body and advance towards the next officer. I am a genius, after all, who would think a dumb blacky like me could think of such a plan, to hide before the raid.
I raise my knife, my see's it glint but he can't do anything, I plunge the knife in him, it sinks easily in, blood leaks out. I twist the blade, he screams agonizing pain, before to, dropping to the floor beside his fallen comrade. And like a damn, they flood in. Stabbing and screaming, I step back away from it all, and notice another officer run at me. I grin and charge at him. Some say when you panic you can only see yourself, idiot. Tonight will be a night to remember, I helped win, I helped change the world. I take a fighting stance, I hear footsteps behind me, bit I ignore them, I plunge my knife into him, he goes down with out a fight. I grin before feeling the cold metal against my back, as it punctures my skin and rips through muscle, artery's, veins, capillary's, my heart and out the other side. My breathe becomes shuddered, blood squirting out, I fall to my knees, my hands hit the floor, broken glass rips my skin but I don't care anymore. I sob and smile, I can't decide which to do. I turn my head, and standing there, illuminated by the yellowing light is Lana Tuips, top student of Hignins Highschool, my arch enemy. Her hair is still plaited, her face pulled tight with disgust, she's still wearing her uniform. She pulls the blade out. Whip's it on my almost pristine top, careful not to dirty her perfect uniform, no doubt she'll make my family buy her a new one, and walks away. The world grows fuzzy, I close my eyes. Take my last breathe and swear I here my brothers voice in my head, calling me. 'Come Sam" I hear.
Story based of the events in 1880 and Carol Ann Duffy's poem.
Education for Leisure - Carol Ann Duffy
Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
I have had enough of being ignored and today
I am going to play God. It is an ordinary day,
a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets.
I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.
We did that at school. Shakespeare. It was in
another language and now the fly is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name.
I am a genius. I could be anything at all, with half
the chance. But today I am going to change the world.
Something’s world. The cat avoids me. The cat
knows I am a genius, and has hidden itself.
I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.
I see that it is good. The budgie is panicking.
Once a fortnight, I walk the two miles into town
for signing on. They don’t appreciate my autograph.
There is nothing left to kill. I dial the radio
and tell the man he’s talking to a superstar.
He cuts me off. I get our bread-knife and go out.
The pavements glitter suddenly. I touch your arm.
Minutes earlier...
The pavements glitter with the blood of innocents. I remember, my brother died that way, fighting for change, for freedom, and I will avenge him. I storm as a road, bread knife at hand, towards the nearest police officer, his back is turned, helping hold back the mob. I raise my knife, my brown hair flicks out, my green eyes widening with adrenaline, my deep brown skin glistening with tears. I smirk and plunge the knife into him, I hear his painful scream as he falls to the floor. I step on your dying body and advance towards the next officer. I am a genius, after all, who would think a dumb blacky like me could think of such a plan, to hide before the raid.
I raise my knife, my see's it glint but he can't do anything, I plunge the knife in him, it sinks easily in, blood leaks out. I twist the blade, he screams agonizing pain, before to, dropping to the floor beside his fallen comrade. And like a damn, they flood in. Stabbing and screaming, I step back away from it all, and notice another officer run at me. I grin and charge at him. Some say when you panic you can only see yourself, idiot. Tonight will be a night to remember, I helped win, I helped change the world. I take a fighting stance, I hear footsteps behind me, bit I ignore them, I plunge my knife into him, he goes down with out a fight. I grin before feeling the cold metal against my back, as it punctures my skin and rips through muscle, artery's, veins, capillary's, my heart and out the other side. My breathe becomes shuddered, blood squirting out, I fall to my knees, my hands hit the floor, broken glass rips my skin but I don't care anymore. I sob and smile, I can't decide which to do. I turn my head, and standing there, illuminated by the yellowing light is Lana Tuips, top student of Hignins Highschool, my arch enemy. Her hair is still plaited, her face pulled tight with disgust, she's still wearing her uniform. She pulls the blade out. Whip's it on my almost pristine top, careful not to dirty her perfect uniform, no doubt she'll make my family buy her a new one, and walks away. The world grows fuzzy, I close my eyes. Take my last breathe and swear I here my brothers voice in my head, calling me. 'Come Sam" I hear.
Story based of the events in 1880 and Carol Ann Duffy's poem.
Education for Leisure - Carol Ann Duffy
Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
I have had enough of being ignored and today
I am going to play God. It is an ordinary day,
a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets.
I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.
We did that at school. Shakespeare. It was in
another language and now the fly is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name.
I am a genius. I could be anything at all, with half
the chance. But today I am going to change the world.
Something’s world. The cat avoids me. The cat
knows I am a genius, and has hidden itself.
I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.
I see that it is good. The budgie is panicking.
Once a fortnight, I walk the two miles into town
for signing on. They don’t appreciate my autograph.
There is nothing left to kill. I dial the radio
and tell the man he’s talking to a superstar.
He cuts me off. I get our bread-knife and go out.
The pavements glitter suddenly. I touch your arm.
