Windy It's really windy. I can feel something coming, but my friend won't listen to me, The teacher's shouting now, but I can't hear, it can't be, It's really windy. Just like that. The room was gone. The sunlight hit like a punch, Blanketed by bricks, I can see someone's packed lunch, Just like that. Where's my friend? Where'd he go? He was here but now it's just me I am stuck, someone's shouting, where's he gone,where is he? Where's my friend? They're still shouting. "Stay down, kids! The tornado's almost passed. If there's anyone still out there, they're coming, fast." They're still shouting. I don't believe them. It's got Tommy, the monster, the whirlwind, the beast, Where is he? I can't hear him, someone help him at least... I don't believe them. In honour of the children that died in the school inOklahoma, in Monday's tornado.

Helen Part II Her mother came thundering down the rickety old staircase. Helen cringed at her oncoming and prepared herself. "Helen!" She sighed. Closing her eyes, Helen stepped into view of her mother and replied. "Yes?" "Do me up love. That's it." She pulled her scraggly hair from her shoulders to reveal a slit in the back of her murky dress, with two ribbons hanging from it. Helen pulled a face in disgust. She lifted her small hands to tie a bow in the ribbons, making sure to tie it twice. A picture of her mother scrabbling to undo it later formed in her head and she smiled. "I'm going out, Ma." Helen advanced towards the front door, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. "Oh, no you don't, young lady! You're mucking the horses today. About time you helped about the house!" Helen took one look at her expectant face, and bolted. She ran as fast as she could through the house's threshold, the demanding yells echoing down the long lane immediately in front of her house. The shouts got quieter as she sprinted, as Helen's mother wouldn't run unless money or men were involved. And of course, her own daughter wasn't worth the bother. Helen did not stop until she reached a field, not far from the outskirts of the Lisianthus forest. Although the field was full of long grass and bluebells, and stretched for a mile, the sight of the forest in the distance scared Helen a little. She looked around for a clearing among the grass, to sit and catch her breath. Spotting one not far from her she ran to close the gap. Collapsing, Helen examined the grass around her. Flattened. Several bluebells lay severed from their stems. Frowning, Helen crawled forward, feeling the ground with her hands. And then, she spotted the all too recognisable print in the mud underneath- hoof marks. White- tailed stag- sized. Helen grinned, a thrill bubbling in her throat. She now knew there was one near... Her chance.

Happy Birthday to me, They're doing it to see, How much I can take, Just God let me be Happy Birthday once more, Another year on the floor, Slam my face in the window, Shut my hair in the door

Stonehenge. Southern homely England, fit for Britain... Touching history's tightest corners One by one the stones stand proud Not under one horse or gun will it fall Even cameras can't stay away. Hundreds of films and fame brought by beauty Each photo is treasured in their own way Nights full of memories and happy holidays Goooooooooogle it- you will never see the end. Every person sees it differently. ##acrosticchallenge

The men are laying down their lives to defend their loyal land, They know what is forthcoming with the gun that's in their hand, Their mothers are crying and baying for blood that still stands... The flag will never fly in the sign that is the pledge, Lined up like sitting ducks balanced so careful on a ledge, The gunfire is pushing them, forcing them, over the edge.