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Myers told us that it was time to "play Sacrifice the Lettuce!" Everyone cheered, including me, until I noticed that under my nametag was a tiny picture of a salad. I put my hand up. "Err,"

He paces the room in a state of expectation. He tries to sit, but his legs won't keep still, and his fingers drum on the chair. She looks at him and rolls her eyes. "I'm sorry," he says. "I

He didn't like cheese. He pulled a face and picked up the small packet of Mature Cheddar from the shelf. It was touching his yoghurt, and even though it was unopened, he felt the cheese had contaminated

He stands in the hallway of the house he shares with three other people, none of whom he has met since he moved in three weeks ago. There is a poster taped to the kitchen door. It has the words, "No

"Would you like to swap?" I looked up as a shadow fell upon me. I shielded my eyes against the bright sun and squinted. The voice belonged to a boy, about my age, I guess. He was a serious-looking

Mr Pecker (I can't even think of calling him Al, no matter how many times he tells me too) smiles. It isn't a warm smile. It makes me think of a shark, or maybe a wolf. All teeth and hunger. He reaches

Hope arrived with springtime. It had been a tough winter. Another bad year, people were saying. But when the birds started singing, and the flowers started to pop out of the cold ground, people were feeling

"You know what this means?" she asks, pushing the papers towards me. I reach out for them, awkwardly; the chains that bind me to the table restrict my movements. I read the pages carefully and

"Okay," Blocker says, shifting in his seat, as though he has an itchy arse and he's trying to chair-scratch it. "So, what you are saying is that we need to tone down the corruption?"

Today, I finished Never Let Me Go by Kazou Ishiguro. A fantastic story that slowly gives you more about the not-quite-right world. Some great characters, Leaves you thinking. I'm starting Au Crépuscule

We were young when it started. Maybe ten, perhaps eleven. I am not sure if we'd moved up to The BIG School by then. Anyway, it was summertime, and we were bored. I don't know why we were bored. We had

Killer was my second favourite ant. He was a loyal friend to me, over the years, and without him, I wouldn't have made it as far as this. I wouldn't be standing here, in front of you, giving you this speech.

I sit in the dark room trying to invent a new empire. Outside, the others are on a break. I hear them running in the corridors, the Guardians telling them to "stop running in the corridors!"

"It's not a myth!" Claire said. We all laughed, and then laughed some more when she stuck out her bottom lip and stamped her feet like a little kid. "Come on, man," Jen said, when the

Today I finished The Beekeeper Of Aleppo by Christy Lefteri. A fantastic book, highly recommended. Should be required reading for anyone lacking empathy for people fleeing (usually very reluctantly) their

He built a laboratory in the shed at the end of his garden. The equipment was sourced from various places, usually old labs that had closed down or were about to. Some things he bought from the internet,

"Pass the helmet," she says. I blink. "Are you sure? It didn't work out too good last time." She crosses her arms and gives me the look. "It didn't work out last time because you

Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Poisonous Mixture"

"He lacks credibility," she says suddenly. I look up, puzzled. Perhaps I have missed something she had said before. "Who?" "Him." She points across the road at the bus stop.

The music was loud and hurt his ears. It sounded like three different bands were playing three different tunes, all of them out of tune and out of time. He pushed his way through the crowd to the bar.