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FRIDAY STORY
What an exciting month at First Story! Last week was the week of our summer residential course in Somerset, where we took sixty of our First Story students for five amazing days under the sun. Five days spent writing away in the company of acclaimed writers Caroline Bird, Matt Black, Julie Bolitho-Lee, James Dawson, Kate Fox and Andrew McMillan, in a land with no phone signal, where 'lizards are dragons with invisible wings' and a 'himo' is 'a hippo that doesn't understand the fact that it's a hippo'. These amazing surroundings inspired many poems about nature, life and yoga (!), as well as terrifying horror stories told by the campfire. One of our students even described the week as 'the best time of [his] life'! Here's one of the powerful stories produced during that week.
'Fat Old Rage' by Timon Blake, Islington Arts and Media School
I grew up in a posh, quiet house. I lived with my mother and rage, fat old rage, he always put me down, and I swore on my life that this would change... but it didn’t. Every night he came home, he swore at me, calling me names like boggy face and you look just like me, I hated that one, but at the end of the day he always went to bed early leaving me and my mother starving. One night I asked him for ten quid and he pushed me down the stairs that turned me into the man that he was.
I stood up limped to my cold dull room, plotting how to kill this vicious man but next door had an eye on the family room don’t know why, don’t care, but one dark silent night I heard rage scream like never before... my mother stabbed him straight in the back.
After the shock of seeing that I ran upstairs to my room, I heard my mother scream HELP!!! So I ran into his room and got his Desert Eagle, he called it his baby, when I got downstairs there she was covered in blood while rage was trying to run out the house. I ran to the front door held my breath... boom I fell backwards and I became the rage.
He died by the way, rage rubbed off on us.
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