By The English Department at Boroughbridge High School.

The English Department at Boroughbridge High School.

‘For Jay’ by Ella Sugden

The icy cold wind brushed itself roughly against my skin. I shivered as goosebumps rose up unwillingly. The sky slowly began to darken like the sorrow that was staining my heart. Distant echoing noises of nature moulded into the deep sounds of my quiet sobs which drifted off into a peaceful serenity. The deepened leaves…

‘Fly’ by Kiera Potter

Her soul is stained with your black ink, These scars won’t fade and haven’t healed with time, And still, she looks for a clearing In this dark midnight sky, Sometimes the smoke clears, and again it’s back, But one day, the tears will finally dry, And she will see what love Looks like for the…

‘Hazel’s Memory’ by Phoebe Hartley

Sometimes, I still think of home. It seems alien now, as though it came from another life. There are times when I can barely remember anything at all but this story always comes back to me wherever I am and I know that the memory of that day, long ago, in a different life will…

‘Eve’s Memory’ by Alice Spivey

The horse’s hooves battered the ground with such a force anyone walking past would have thought it was an earthquake. The humid air made everything look hazy and the smell of freshly cut grass hung in the atmosphere. It was a happy time, when my sister and I would go out and ride from sunrise…

‘Dinah’s Memory’ by Sophie Bootle

I remember walking up and down the beach.  Watching the deep, blue sea washing up and down the sandy beach, it was always my safe place. The sand was always soft and smooth and the vast sea was always the same. When I came here, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I loved it…

The Creep who Lived on Raven Lane by Amelia Ramsden

The town was small. It was quiet and tidy. The town had a main street. On the main street was a diner, gas station, market and a series of other shops. On the edge of the main street there was an old clock tower which was the tallest building in the town. The houses were…

‘My Friend Tree’ by Heather Walker

Isolated by trees and forest, the small town of Evermay sat protected by the unknown. Brightly coloured houses and shops lined the main street and town-center, while the river wound the river wound its way through the cobbles. The stone bridge stretched across the current, forming the only way to cross to the other side.…

‘The Secrets of Darkwood Manor’ by Loucia Richardson, Joe Tennant, Isabel Dickinson, Charlotte Burnett-Fisher, Bella Poulter and Sophie Pearson.

Students at Boroughbridge High School have spent our open evening on this first installment of a story set in the spooky Darkwood Manor… Deep in the village of Darkwood, a dark secret was buried in the villagers’ minds. The small village was concealed from the rest of the world. The houses were large and rambling.…

‘Chupacabra’ By Rhianna Holmes

Endless fields roll over the hills, growing cabbages and other crops. Acres of farmland for the animals. The nearest town is half an hour away. Apple trees in lines as train tracks, followed by orange trees. Before we came to the farm, we used to live in the village. Everything was dull and gray. The…

‘The Railroad Bridge’ by Aine McCann

It was about 3 o’clock on a hot afternoon. You could tell it had been raining because the mud on the ground was still damp. As we walked through the forest, we could feel the leaves by the side of the track scratch our skin. The sun had dried them out, making them sharp. We…

‘Crow’ by Kiera Potter

‘Crow’ I’m alone in the field of whiteAs the sun sets and kills the lightI hear a crow high in the skyOnly wanting to flyI hear a whisper of sinThis is the life she lives inA little girl, her way’s been lost And now she’s paying the costI run as church bells ringBehind me the…

‘Bombardment’ by Rebecca Rimmer

Mark sat in the helicopter, looking down at the water below. A small, rocky piece of land loomed before them, not far from the actual village: the target. Mark watched as the helicopters got into formation. They were nearly at the village. He couldn’t see anyone so he guessed that the villagers were hiding from…

‘The Ghoul’ by Rick Burgoyne

I walk through a park that is normally infected with little children by the day, but at night, it becomes a horror scene. You always feel like someone or something is right there. It’s just something lingering about the air. A pungent smell of rotten meat floods into my nose. I run to the closest…

‘Days of November’ by Abbey Dawson

‘Days of November’ The windy days of November, Blew the autumn leaves, Trees left bleak and black, The dying grasslands of the dales, Long, dreary days of pouring rain, Biting winds chasing me. Sheep stood huddled, Next to limestone walls, Wind howling, Rain falling in torrents, Dripping down my neck. Days so dark, Nights so…

‘This is my dream’ by Todd Mortimer

This is the start. Grass. Green blades that make the foundation of my life. This is Goodison Park, or heaven; home. This is my dream. I take my steps onto the ground, trembling like a building in an earthquake as my heart is pulled about; a tug of war between fear and excitement. I have…

Film Review: Brother In The Land by Theo Sugden

In preparation for this article, Year Eight students reimagined Robert Swindells’ novel Brother in the Land as a film… The latest movie from Director J.J Abrams is the closest you ever want to get to nuclear war. This apocalyptic movie is set in northern England, which makes it even more thrilling because it feels somehow closer…

‘Film review: Brother In The Land’ by Torol Blacker

In preparation for this article, Year Eight students reimagined Robert Swindells’ novel Brother in the Land as a film… The latest movie adaptation from the book Brother in the Land by Robert Swindells is a masterpiece of cinema and the closest you want to get to nuclear war. It isn’t set in LA or Chicago, but…