Blogging from the Newbridge College English Department - 'If you will it, it is no dream'
Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 16 October 2012
Dylan Walker - Jigsaw Genius
Please find below a short story from one of our third years here in the College. Follow the adventures of the charismatic Dylan Walker (Jigsaw Genius) as he tries to figure out a weird journey through space and time!
Below is a small extract but click here for the full essay.
Below is a small extract but click here for the full essay.
'' Unfortunately,
Dylan has yet to discover the feeling of having a good time, strange for a man
edging towards his twenty-first birthday. Dylan may not have much planned for
his big day, but what fate has in store for him is something only a jigsaw
genius could piece together. This particular evening, as the sun was slowly
making its way down from the tip of the sky, he was helping his mother finish
cleaning up the dinner dishes. Once
everything was complete, he gathered up his freshly-ironed clothes for another
day of doors being slammed in his face the following morning at work. With his bedroom door shut and the lights out, it was only the
twinkling of the stars that shed a little light through Dylan’s window. Just before he closed his eyes, a shooting
star appeared. Dylan shut his eyes and
whispered, “I wish I could be
somebody”, just before Death’s first
cousin Sleep had taken over him.''
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Tuesday, 17 April 2012
A Changing Land
Sixth year student Jack Tinsley shares with NewEnglish his short story ‘A Changing Land’. Jack received and ‘Essay of the Year’ award for his story last year. Find the full story here and below is an extract.
He stood up, and could feel his aged bones creaking, “not much left in them” he thought “but enough, enough to take him home”. He untied his horse from the hitching post. The horse fully laden with supplies, he swung himself onto the saddle and the horse trotted out of town, glancing over his shoulder and taking his last look, he felt nothing. The dull thumping of mallets on wood echoed against the rocks as he rode past teams of men glistening with sweat as they laid the ever increasing line that extended all the way from Nevada to the west coast. This is how it all began, he recalled, the railroad paving the way for civilization.
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