Make/Shift @ Whitfield Primary School in words and pictures (ii)

A selection of creative writing by the children, aged 9 – 11 years, who participated in the 4 Make/Shift project workshops.

The children really enjoyed your visits and developed a real understanding… I was overwhelmed at the empathy that they demonstrated.”      Fiona Geraghty, classroom teacher

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 Everywhere were piles of rubble. Everywhere was grey smoke, it was just grey. Nobody was happy everyone was sad because all of their colourful homes were destroyed like a flood of red and orange flames. Now it’s just grey all of it. All you could hear was shouting, screaming and crying. There were puddles of red there were bits of black coal bombs all around the place.

What was before a joyful welcoming home is now a sad and depressing pile of grey rubble, silent like a ghost town. A sound of gun shots echoing in the distance. A lonely man stood gazing in disbelief at what was left of his home.      Haydn

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Fear is marching towards me, getting closer and closer.

Behind him is a path of death and pain. He is on the hunt. My legs are weak and shaky; my head is full of trepidation. I want to run but my legs are frozen. Fear is nearly upon me. He is toying with my head. I have to decide soon, run or stay. He is here banging on my door. He will stop at nothing to get me, and when he does it is over, my life will end. Explosions are all around. Splinters of wood fly all over. I am left in darkness. Suddenly a light shines, I take my chance. I run. I have made it. I can hear thundering of guns behind me. My arm suddenly starts throbbing. When I look at it my white t-shirt is stained red with blood…my own blood, will I make it?        Jasper

Her thoughts floated around her head like feathers; first one was there, dancing a memory from a childhood holiday in front of her eyes, then it was drowned out by the voice of the news reader from that morning on TV. “Over 100 deaths in the past week, including…”suddenly she realised that if they did not succeed, her father may end up on that list, and, possibly her mother and herself as well. The hours passed, but she was only acutely aware of time from the suns position in the sky, as if it was trying to tell her something, leading her on, somehow giving her a message that she didn’t understand.        Cala

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I used to live in a lovely home. We lived in Siberia with my family.

I went to school every day and my sister did too. We made lots of

Friends. My dad worked so we could get money so we could survive.

Foolishly I thought my life would always be like this. Then one day some soldiers came, wearing some green uniforms, they shot some guns at the people. I could hear some aeroplanes coming towards all the people in the village and me.        Harrison

The journey was long and tiring, my brother was asleep all day. Nothing could wake him up until we got to the border. People in uniform marched up to the car window, they asked my father where he came from. My dad answered, ’Me, my wife and children used to live in Syria but we would like to live in England.’’ I was half asleep so the rest was a blur to me, my brother [Dan] woke up and started to cry. I calmed him down but he began crying again when my dad said if we stayed here we could die.

Finally, we got past. I don’t know how though. It took two days to drive all the way to France. We managed to pay for the ferry across the sea.

As we approached the refugee camp we saw a fight between two men. As quick as a flash my father leapt out of the car and put a stop to it. I saw him run up to them. With a sharp shove he got them apart. They both walked away. We drove further into the camp and found the tent we were staying in. I stepped inside, it was cold and wet but safe. At least it was safe here. Or was it?         Anouk

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Walking along the train track you can see the city getting closer and closer. I feel happier because we are getting close to the city and we are getting further from the gun shots.

I arrived in another city. It was different to the city where I came from, it was bigger and no bombs had dropped in this city. Everyone is happy because everyone is kind and people will be kind back to them.         Ryan

I wake up and see the ripped grey roof, cold draughts blowing along the floor like smoke; I am chilled to the bone and extremely lonely. Every night we all dread that in the morning the temperature will have dropped too far. We hardly have any food or water (unless you count the muddy melted snow) and we can’t go to the town 2 miles away for some, because of the high metal fence that separates the town from the camp.

I am exhausted, but I know I can’t just stay lying here, so I stand up, my body shivering and my teeth chattering in the cold air. I stagger outside and see muddy, slushy snow surrounding many more tiny grey tents splattered with mud. Deep down I know we are lucky to have escaped the war and have any shelter at all. The air is silent which is worse than if there was noise all around.

In the distance there are vans and cars racing along the road passing proper houses not just shelters.        Hesti

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There is sadness from everyone: they don’t have prper homes they are just made from tarpaulin and wooden frames. There is squelching from people walking in the mud; it has been very wet and muddy.

Quickly we ran away from the smoke, big clouds of smoke and dust, all hot from the fire behind us spreading everywhere from the bomb. People screaming, babies crying, children scared of the bombs and fire. Everyone is running away from the smoke. Some people were dead; it made me feel upset and scared. I didn’t like the smell of the smoke.      Hester Lockey

I hear ambulances, police cars and fire engines speeding down the streets, bombs and bricks banging and clashing. People are lying on the floor. Wounded and terrified people hiding, some staying, some running away, screaming, terrified of the gunmen and the bombs and the army marching down the street.      Luke

They could feel the coldness trickling down their body: the temperature keeps falling. They are lonely. Their only friends are the cold and themselves.

Their journey was long, hard and dangerous. They were chased and lucky to be alive. Although they are still alive, they just want to get somewhere. They were happy to escape but sad to go away from their home country. They are happy because they are in a safe place.       Noah

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I am so worried about what will happen to me and my brothers and sisters with Dad gone, mum dead and no one in a bigger family tent letting us in. People all around me are calling for food but nobody has anything to give. The fire isn’t working and now it is starting to rain. I go inside the tent, but the door won’t shut. Then a pole falls away leaving nothing. I try to force it into the ground but it won’t go in. The tent is falling to pieces. It blows up and blows away, all that is left is a bit of damp earth and my family.      Nancy

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