Two short pieces of classwork that earned the esteemed "Rocket of the week", from Michele, our class teacher.
A 5 minute piece related to an ice cube melting.
Ice Cube - Melting
Jimmy sat on the mat, constrained and ridden like a cowboy.
Drip drop, slap slop, the sound of his essence slipping away in cold splashes as the crowd bayed above him, all around him, the Sun, his enemy, bashing ray after ray of heat strokes down on him.
Slippery and slowly he could feel the wetness of his dominance slide away, as each rain of heat made him slip further and further away.
He was in a choke hold, grabbing on to each last gasp of air as if it were the keys to life itself, but the rays of sun had thawed him to his last drip.
He passed out, the choke hold had put him to sleep.
The referee pulled his opponent off and Jimmy slipped away into darkness.
The crowd bayed at his demise.
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A 15 minute piece on the idea of someone cold inside.
The Tall Man
The tall man slipped out the gate, his gaze stone frozen, a testament to his reptilian blood. He needed heat. The sun would warm him up, and so would his daily task.
The sun beat down on him like a drummer. Tap, tap, tapping on a symbol. Not that the beats were warming him much, only his task would give him the rush of warm blood his cold heart needed.
He stood on the path, watching his prey flood by like an African river filled with hippos, he the crocodile in the bushes, waiting for anyone weak to pounce upon.
Ladies scurried past, children in hands, clasping tight to avoid anyone a danger. Eye sight fleeting, a few glances at the Tall Man, as he stood in his thick jacket. An obvious sign of danger to any of those wise to his tactics.
He glanced at the sun, it pulsed slowly in the afternoon sky, and those young and carefree enjoyed its play, clothing loose, tanned body parts abound.
The Tall Man noticed an obvious target. A bedraggled old man who seemed to be panning for money, ignored by the crowds, all happy in their own worlds, careless of those who didn’t fit in.
He was the perfect prize, and in his own way he thought that he would be doing the old man a favour. Society had forgot him, and the crowd of people ignored his plight. A sign of the times.
He tilted his flat hat down to hide his eye line from the crowd of people as he pushed his way through the river of animals. A Nile of neglect, and a world to forget, he convinced himself as he waded his way through to find the slow ill hippo.
“Hi let me help you”, The Tall man said, gently holding out his hand to the man who looked up. He seemed startled that anyone had noticed him.
“Oh thank you sir, thank you so much”, he replied, so eager in his thanks, naive in his belief of the kindness on offer.
“Let me help you there”, The Tall Man said as he took firm grasp of the hippos hand, and pulled him towards an alley way.
“I'm not going that way”, the man exclaimed in seeming shock.
“Oh yes you are”, came the cold reply. The crocodile teeth were now on show, and the slow hippo shocked at his situation.
“Oh no please sir, no!” the hippo cried out but the flood of ignorant and the blessed ignored him. It was too late, and the crocodile had his prey, pushing him down the alley to be devoured.
The Tall Man would soon be warm and glowing inside again.
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