My life in a box

Hi,

So for school we had to write a poem called a renga which focuses on the amount of syllables in each line it goes a pattern of 5,7,5 then the next stanza 7,7, then back to 5,7,5 excetera. It had to writtenn about a box that you are emotionally connected to I chose my memory box because it tell the story of my life so i'm pretty sure I am emotionally connected to it. My poem is abit random but maybe you like it.

Yellow box sat on 

a shelf holding memories.

My entire life

in a box. Some are happy,

Some are sad, some old, some new.

The highs, the lows and

everything inbetween

from fun holidays,

bike rides with my grandad and 

many adventures we shared.

Presents, photos, shells

letter I may never send

and many secrets.

This box tells the story of

my crazy, exciting life.

Thanks for reading

Devon

x

One Dusk Evening

This story was written for school with the stimulus of the gothic genre, it's not very good but I hope you like it 

It was a dusk evening in october and the sun was just abou to set as i walk alone, barefooted toward the ruins of the old church. My torn clothes claw on my tired body I stagger closer in the the unkown darkness that is forming before me. I stand in the graveyard detatched from the rest of the world. The rain hitting my body and creating a muddy grond beneath me. I carry on walking until i reach the bundle left for me. After looking around for anyone in the presence I quickly grab it. I hold it close to my chest and run. Run through the mud and past the church, then i reach my home. Cold, i huddle next to the acient raging fireplacr and unwrap the package. Delighted I smile.