Creative Writing from Taunton Library

A Poem Faster and faster the hooves beat the ground Louder and louder the roar of the crowd Onwards and onwards the pack flew around Higher and higher the fences stood proud Majestic animals soar through the air Whips and heels used without care Sweat and froth lined their flanks All to put money in others banks Beautiful beasts of burden exploited Natural behaviour and instincts thwarted Every effort to the last breath Pushed to the point of death By Catherine A

Contributions from Wendy Parsons The House on Th e Gloomy Hill The house on the gloomy hill, steeped high in black rain soaked clouds, was a sight for sore eyes.   It was gone December 2012, still in a Christmas hangover. And suddenly in the bleak mid-winter there appeared one speck of light like a thimble in a haystack amongst the blackness of the night. Hard to notice at first, but as it happened Greg, a young man, blond hair and wicked mischief and stunning eyes was staring at the speck of a star, and the longer he looked the more prominent it became. It felt to him like he couldn’t take his dashing eyes away for if he took his eyes away for only a split second the light speck/star might wickedly disappear as magically as it appeared… Appear…appear….appearing misty eyed Felicity awoke and quietly came around from her dream…or was it a nightmare…what was this dream telling her…she thought quietly to herself stretching out and up with a big yawn and the...