Author Archives: Confictionarium

The English Department at Boroughbridge High School.

‘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…More

‘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.…More

‘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…More

‘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…More

‘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…More

‘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…More

‘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…More

‘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…More

‘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…More

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…More

‘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…More

‘Aron Ralston’s Story’ by Abbey Elliott

My blunt multi-tool knife etches into my motionless arm. Little by little, the knife gets deeper and deeper. Blood is trickling down my arm. It was meant to be a walk in the park but it quickly turned into a  nightmare. 127 hours stuck isolated in that canyon. That 800lb boulder waiting for me my…More

‘Aron Ralston’s Story’ by Jessica Bryson

I took my knife in my hand and pulled off the case, wondering if it was possible to put myself through more pain. As my vision blurred, I knew that I didn’t have long and that this was not going to be easy. I was trapped down there for a long time – 127 hours,…More

‘Valkyrie’ By Eliza Outlaw

Dao’s ears pricked, her heart stopped. Bells echoed across the valley inspiring fear. She could see the instant panic of villagers as they fled to the barracks. Dao watched her classmates stand up and queue up outside the building. She followed, staying to the back of the chaos. Everyone else was leaving for the shelter…More

‘Into The Distance…’ by Chloe Johnson

Dang ran around the open courtyard,which was surrounded by tiled buildings and palm trees  leaving a dark shadow hanging on Dang’s shoulders. Dang heard it and looked above and saw the sky was overflowing. It was ringing and piercing Dang’s ears. Buzzing surrounded him. The movement of the sky came closer and the teacher was…More

‘Cats and Mice’ by Tom Botting

The village slept quietly in the morning dew. It lay unconscious and unaware of the attack they were going to be confronted with. Ling strolled past the school yard. Nursery rhymes and silly squabbling interrupted the morning peace. The alarm vigorously pounded, piercing through the damp air, dominantly arguing with the surrounding panic. Ling squinted…More

‘The Snowstorm’ by Sophie Bedford

‘The Snowstorm’ Nothing but white, lost out; no one knows you’re there, trapped, being blinded by something sparkling white. Every step you take a challenge. Suffering, I could see someone, or could I? Was I hallucinating? I blinked, just a tear in my eye from the storm drying my eyes, like a plug does a…More

‘Who He Loves’ by Charlie Middleton

Why does it matter who he loves? Why can’t you accept him? All he does is walk and talk, Another part of a machine. You don’t need to follow and stalk All you do is hide and watch, What can you do? You feel the need to stand and fight, Against this unholy blight, But…More