Posted in A Taste of Sheffield

Millennium Gallery – 24/02/16

The wonderful Miss Tse (there she goes, speaking about herself in third-person again) arranged for the Writer’s Block to visit the Millenium Gallery in Sheffield this week. There, students wrote a range of art-inspired pieces, explored the jacketed nature in the Winter Gardens and found an xbox controller in an old painting.

You can read some of their writing below –  can you guess what inspired them?

DSC_0242

The ‘I am John Ruskin’ Project:

For this task, students pretended that they were the John Ruskin, who gathered together a collection of beautiful art pieces, trinkets, crystals and taxidermied birds for the entertainment of Sheffield workers. Their writing explored the imaginary moment Mr Ruskin first laid eyes on their chosen object.

Excerpt 1:

I had laid my eyes on pure beauty. My creation was finished. The streets of Port Chenzelles lay rolled out before me. The tall buildings above the cobbled street were like castles, spreading joy across the kingdom. The sun poured down on to the wonderful street of Port Chenzelles, full of joy and happiness. The grape trees hung in the air and swayed to a rhythm. A woman stood washing away all the water from her wooden bucket. Trees with berries lay, peeking over the top of a building. If trees were human, they would be smiling – as I was.

Excerpt 2:

The texture of my masterpiece is outstanding! It’s like no other creation ever to be seen. I simply had the desire to draw this from the second I saw it. It was just their, all alone. Now part of it is here to be seen by many – many that didn’t even know this plant and these animals ever even existed in the first place.

The Metalworkers’ Project:

For this project, students had to imagine various scenarios that included various metal-craft products, all of which were stunning to behold (and so very shiny, too!). In a somewhat violent turn of events, here is what they came up with.

Excerpt 3:

I lunged the knife forward into the stomach of the Baron. He didn’t make any noise, but his  lung popped and he fell to the group. I’d completely lost it in a rage. I can’t believe a knife made with such passion and displayed in such beauty could cause so much pain and draw so much blood. I ran for it.

Excerpt 4

DSC_0228
Conducting research in the Metalwork exhibition.

In an almost eroded charity shop at the end of an old, dusty road, there was a man of mystery. Nobody knew his name, nobody knew where he came from. Gravity pulled him towards the knife. From the day he saw it, he had an urge to buy it. It wasn’t an ordinary knife; the man knew it was special. He slid the knife into the right pocket of his leather jacket and ran away. From his pocket, razor-thin wires erupted, wrapping round the man’s head to strangle him to death.

Posted in Competition Entries

Peter’s Booker Creative Writing Competition – Sheffield University

This month, students have been working towards the writing competition for the Booker Foundation Universities Initiative with the University of Sheffield. The winner will receive a copy of each of the six novels shortlisted for this year’s Man Booker Prize.

For inspiration, students have thought about the issues raised in this quote from Karen Joy Fowler: “We have underestimated our fellow animals at every turn, mainly by being unable to see beyond ourselves.”

Their responses were fantastic – read them below!

Peter – Puffskein Parade

Puffskeins (puf-sk-een) are little creatures no bigger than an apple. They can be every colour on earth: red, blue, green, and much more. The creatures have a peaceful nature and live in the Crinklet meadow.

Every year, the Puffskeins hold a huge celebration to remember the Big People who built them a village out of sticks, pebbles, grass and leaves. The celebration would always begin with a parade. Clay boats were to sail down the creek followed by the red raven group who would fly over the town on grey pigeons. The Puffskeins always had a perfect party…            Until Pygmy, that is.

Pygmy Crostino was a luminous green Puffskein. He had delphinium blue eyes and always carried his jade rucksack everywhere he went. Pygmy enjoyed exploring and was the fastest Puffskein in his school. Every year, Pygmy would be the first one at the celebration gates. This year, Pygmy hoped he would get the chance to meet the famous band, Zebra Zeborie.

Posted in Competition Entries

Annie’s Booker Creative Writing Competition – Sheffield University

This month, students have been working towards the writing competition for the Booker Foundation Universities Initiative with the University of Sheffield. The winner will receive a copy of each of the six novels shortlisted for this year’s Man Booker Prize.

For inspiration, students have thought about the issues raised in this quote from Karen Joy Fowler: “We have underestimated our fellow animals at every turn, mainly by being unable to see beyond ourselves.”

Their responses were fantastic – read them below!

Annie – No Porkies from the Pig

I hate it how humans always underestimate the power of us animals. Abhorrent behaviour, considering they don’t know half of what goes on in our lives. Painfully, my mother is slowly dying as the treacherous monsters (who call themselves humans) hacked off her legs to feed their families. What kind of creatures would do that? In addition, they looked in on mother earlier today, and one had the check to say, “Oh, it doesn’t matter. After all, she’s only a pig!” Mother is not just a pig, she is an alarm clock, a teacher, a security office, a counsellor and plenty of other things. However, there’s too many to list. I just wish they could see what it’s like in our shoes you know, always being underestimated.

Later that night…

I was sleeping in a bed. Not a hay bed, an actual bed. “Why was I in here? Wait, what? Why is my body so long? I’m not an adult yet, and even if I was, I wouldn’t be this big!” Slowly, I haul the excessive covers from my body, to find that I am a pig in human shape! I whiz down to the pig pen and I’m gobsmacked. I wished for the humans to be in our shoes, and literally, they’re in our shoes! “Hahahahahahahahaha! We can do whatever we want with these monsters now! I spoke too soon. I stepped into the pen, right into their trap. “Help! Help! I’m falling to the centre of the earth! Help!

Whew, it was just a dream. That needs to happen though, apart from the bit where I fell to the centre of the earth. EUREKA! I’ve just had a brain explosion! What I need to do is find Baba Oinka to heal mother and put the humans in their rightful places.

Posted in Competition Entries

Kian’s Booker Creative Writing Competition – Sheffield University

This month, students have been working towards the writing competition for the Booker Foundation Universities Initiative with the University of Sheffield. The winner will receive a copy of each of the six novels shortlisted for this year’s Man Booker Prize.

For inspiration, students have thought about the issues raised in this quote from Karen Joy Fowler: “We have underestimated our fellow animals at every turn, mainly by being unable to see beyond ourselves.”

Their responses were fantastic – read them below!

Kian – Rise of the Unexpected

It was one, normal day for everyone in the city of Mittleton. Birds were tweeting, cheerfully to their morning song. Everyone in the local neighbourhood loved their chirping and musical happiness to the morning. These birds were a rare type, not found anywhere except Mittleton. Nobody knew what they were. Someone wanted to do the worst to find out. The birds’ started to get to the main part of the majestic song. Suddenly, bang. One of the birds yelled out an ear-bleeding pitch. 5 seconds later, silence, followed by 4 other sounds of gunshot, like a firework screeching up and then making a bang. Mittleton wasn’t the same for the next few days. Nobody knew who committed the terrible crime, nobody knew if the city was ever going to be the same again. Nobody knew where the birds were.

A pet shop, stood unattractive in the middle of the row of small businesses. It had a sign, something you wouldn’t normally see on a pet shop window. That sign was, ‘No Pets Allowed’. The sound of dogs barking from the opposite house was gone, like it had been muted. The local park, full of humans, no animals. A news broadcast was playing in the coffee shop. “Millions of people are requested to remove their house-pets as an outbreak of violence from animals has begun today. People are also advised to stay away from animals. Experts are looking at what could have caused this and why,” the reporter explained. Mittleton was quiet, nobody in the streets. The sky was grey, due to the stress on the power generator just outside the town. The hospital was filled of cases involving several animals biting people. Most people were at home, sitting and watching television, scared. You could still have a threat of a little bug sneaking through a tiny hole in your house.

All stayed the same for the next few days until, one day the first sight of birds flying for ages. They landed next to the bakery, but they weren’t asking for bread. They wanted to help people. They couldn’t help people due to the fact that nobody was allowed to go near them. One more day later, the streets were full of animals trying to get into their owner’s houses, but everyone was refusing them in. Nobody dared step a foot outside.

Another news broadcast came in; it was reporting on the animal outbreak again. It said ‘Breaking News on the so-called ‘Animal Outbreak’. Scientists have been looking at the matter for 1 week now and have come up with an answer, no animals turned evil. It was the gunshot sound that sent the animals crazy. They were scared for their owners, so they started biting them. It lasted a couple of days because several other shots of that same gun happened, very far away. It was that moment then, that everyone realised that they should look after their pets, like they look after them. The joy everyone had when they had permission to reopen their doors to greet their pets. It was wonderful for everyone, and Mittleton was back to normal again, but more than normal.​