Children’s Page

We’ve introduced a page for children to showcase their writing skills. Short stories, poems, posters - they are all welcome on this site, and remain copyrighted to the person scripting - you.

Just keep writing and practising. You never know, one day perhaps someone will be publishing your efforts into a book.

In the meantime use the Contact Us page to submit your work for consideration, but get permission if required first, and good luck.

Growing up Black

Growing up black is a privilege really, and in school they may teach you theory.

But do they teach you everything?

You may say yes they do, but is it really true?

Where’s the black people?

Now don’t get me wrong, they teach you the slavery songs.

But what are the things we made?

By Izayah, Aged 10

The Ogre and the ant

One day a long time ago when animals and humans lived in peace together, there was an ogre called Mike. Mike the giant ogre lived on the clouds up above the Caribbean, where he was really bored, as it barely rained there.

He wished of coming down, because the island was too hot, but afraid people might judge him for his size and being different. “I wish I could swap lives with someone small down on the island, sit on the beach, and go underneath a palm trees,” the ogre wept.

One day Mike saw a really sad ant that was far away crying. Although quite hard to hear it sounded like he was saying, “I just wish I could live somewhere high where no one would make me work. A magical place where I would be big, that’s all I ask. I wish I could swap lives with someone else.”

Suddenly a magical mist swooped both the ant and ogre into the air. The ant could feel himself rising into the clouds, as he got bigger, and bigger. After a while the ant found himself sitting on a cloud and could see the entire island. Mike was getting smaller as he slowly floated down to the Caribbean beach, and thought about how his wish had come true.

Days went by, weeks, months, then years and the ogre missed not having to work, lovely views and his solitude. The ant meanwhile missed working, his friends and being on the ground. “I WANT TO BE NORMALL!!!” They both yelled at the top of their voices. And as if by magic, they both changed back to normal. Each one promised never to wish for anything like that ever again.

But the next day, the ogre shouted, “I wish…”  

The moral of this story is:

 You never know how much you love something

until its gone

By Gabriel, Aged 11

If I Were white

If I were white I would feel more confident, and I would get away with more, and people will like me more.

And might do better in my school, and would feel more empowered.

And feel like I had a richer heritage.

And I just didn’t come from a line of slaves, never anything more.

I wish they told us more about our rich heritage.

By Kemuel, Aged 13