Page No: 7 Founder’s Day Issue 2015
What we do at
In a small HQ, totally unknown to the outside world, lies a secret organisation, established
to develop the great minds of creative writers. Some may call it Creative Writing Club, but its operatives like to call it WordSmiths. You’ll find its work next to the Library icon on the MyDulwich homepage. It all begins on a monotonous Friday afternoon, when we are all lazing about, wondering what to do. The WordSmiths room is always buzzing with exciting thoughts, and we are always trying to find new ways to express them. Whether it is to write a poem or narrate a novel, the team works round the clock to deliver fresh creative writing to you. During the session, they will discuss what they should do, and if it is not too hard, put pen to paper and write. The subject could be anything from the sky outside to the 36 th word on the page of a book that they write about, and whatever work they, or you, produce will go straight up on the page. WordSmiths is great fun and will improve your writing for sure. So if you want to participate in this extraordinary club, write something and post it on the WordSmiths icon.
Get Writing!
Gabriel De Almeida, 7C
Creative Writing: Blue Man Blood Part 1
There were once two kids. ginger and brown haired. Their names were Jake (the ginger one) and Zack (the brown haired one). They were going to Zack’s uncle’s house. He was a fisherman named Tom. This would be the second time that they had been there. The first time they went, something strange happened to them. Things that were strange often happened to them. From living dinosaurs to a giant lake monster (that was what had happened last time they went to Zack’s uncle’s house), wherever they went. The last time they went to his uncle’s house, he also told them that there was a ghost of a person called ‘blue man blood’ that haunted anyone who dared to say his name three times at midnight while looking into a silver mirror. And of course, they were going to try it. When they got to his uncle’s house the first thing they asked was if the local school was out. When Zack’s uncle said yes they instantly went to their friend Will’s house. Will was a kid who was the same age as Zack and Jake, 12 years old. He had black hair and believed all the stories that they told him - which was a) rare and b) good, because all the stories were true. They went for three reasons: they were allowed to hang out with him; they knew they could stay up until midnight; and he had a silver mirror. So they went and hung out, until midnight. The fated hour. On the dot of midnight, they got out the silver mirror and sat around it. Then they said the words; ‘Blue Man Blood, Blue Man Blood, Blue Man Blood,’ Out of the mirror burst a creature like nothing they had ever seen before, a blue demon with red liquid pouring off it. A demon. As the creature drew closer, he bent over and possessed Will. Will’s eyes became black. A knife appeared in his hand and he bent over the two of them saying, “Goodbye,” as he brandished the knife, preparing to strike.
Jesse Lanchester, 7R
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