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by,
Scribble, member of NOISE
It fit. The shoe fit.“It fits?” The Prince’s advisor cried in incredulity
“It fits?!” Cindy shrieked – almost shattering the slipper wrapped easily around my toes.
I could hold it in no longer. “IT FITS!” I cried, in a voice loud enough to rival Cindy’s wail. The dainty little slipper actually fit! Mother had [...]
Honey Fungus is a creative writing group held in Lucan Library for teens, ages 13 - 18. Facilitated by writer Niamh Bagnall, the group works together to develop their writing, get feedback and work creatively. Some of their writing can be seen on their fabulous blog.
The ethos of the group is:
Read your work [...]
Park Bench was written by Ellen O’Sullivan as part of the Tenderfoot programme at the Civic Theatre in Tallaght for Transition Year students. The play tells the story of ‘he likes her but she doesn’t like him’…and that doesn’t even begin to consider how the best friend feels. Three pals. Feelings unleashed [...]
The Big D was written by Amy O’Sullivan as part of the Tenderfoot programme at the Civic Theatre in Tallaght for Transition Year students. Clever and sophisticated, the play is set between Paris and Dublin and follows the intricate story of a family on the brink of separation.
Copyright Amy O’Sullivan January 2009-04-20
The Little Blue Café [...]
Escape was written by Ciara Donohue as part of the Tenderfoot programme at the Civic Theatre in Tallaght for Transition Year students.
Escape is a surprisingly mature piece for such a young writer. Darkly comic but deadly serious, Escape looks at the subject of domestic abuse and the lack of choices available to young people [...]
This play was written by Simon O’Mara as part of the Tenderfoot programme at the Civic Theatre in Tallaght for Transition Year students. ‘Departures’ is a comic look at being 30, being in a relationship and being in an airport all at the same time. Below is an excerpt from ‘Departures’.
Sam crosses to a small [...]
by Laura Begley 17/11/8
“Rebecca get out of bed you’re going to be late for school again!”
Rebecca slowly peered out of bed, rubbing her blurred eyes.
“I have to go to work. Make sure you get something to eat. See you later love.” her mother shouted, slamming the door behind her.
Rebecca stumbled into the kitchen half asleep. [...]
This play was written by Lisa Sherrin, Transition Year student at Sancta Maria College, Ballyroan as part of the Tenderfoot programme at the Civic Theatre in Tallaght. ‘A Family Affair’ tells the story of Rachel and Lisa. They are cousins and used to be best friends. That is until Rachel returned from Tokyo and enrolled at [...]
by Gillian Greer
Scene 1
Spotlight shines on JULIAN, a teenager of approximately 17, originally from Zimbabwe. He is wearing a dark uniform and has his hands shoved in his pockets. He is clearly self-conscious.
JULIAN: I’ve never liked September. It always marks the beginning of an end. Trees are hued brown, as if they’re turning stale, the [...]
by Danielle Kelly
Why are you afraid?
tell me whilst we walk.
Is it your colour?
Or the way that you talk.
Don’t let it bother you,
Just walk away.
Their just jealous,
In their own little way.
You are who you are,
and a whole lot more.
I mean, your good at dancing,
You hit the Floor.
Your one of a kind,
and another person like you,
You’ll never [...]
by Dannielle Deans
I woke up this morning with a persistant thought–lightly echoing through my brain–and founda new idea dawning slowly on my clouded eyes.
“Today I shall buy new lungs!” I exclaimed. Yes, I thought, a beautiful pair of battery’s to match my hardworking pace maker. A new pair of lungs is exactly what I need.
Scrambling through the ebb and [...]
by, Scribble, member of NOISE
She sits. A small, round woman flushed and fatigued after a long day’s work. She shifts uncomfortably, perhaps under my unblinking stare. I turn away. In today’s modern world, there is no time for strangers such as us to make acquaintance. From the corner of my eye I survey her, from [...]
by Bronagh Henry 17/11/8
I’ve never really thought about how I would die, but after the events of the last week it worried me and made me wonder. Spending a week with stroke patients really opens your eyes. You get to see how fortunate you are because the people in that hospital don’t have much fortune.
Not [...]
By Steve, age 17
Going into the hinterland of grey,
It slips and slides and fades away,
The happy faces of before
are blackened out, the worlds smile sore.
While memory erases pain,
the colours of the wrongless blame
Slip and side and fade away,
But our memories have something to say
but still the memory lingers on,
though colours faded, songs unsung,
and people remember [...]
By Steve, age 17
Shades change
as dark deepens.
I’m lost,
Then my hands find paper.
No words.
Picked up lightly
and saved
by Steve, age 17
Columbine, a thief of princes,
-and conversation-
stood into the stars outside
and pulled me up behind the moon,
while the world watched.
I went for Summer,
far off for both,
but the silent Harlequin laughs at me,
and Columbine bears her teeth
behind my back.
WORDS showcases the creative writing of young people in the County. Poetry, script writing, lyrics, art/music/film reviews and more…
We want to you know about your work, so please email vdurrer@sdublincoco.ie to put your work forward for feature on NOISE South Dublin.
A short story by, Michelle Mangan
Mrs. Adams was in her sitting room, kneeling on a hearthrug by the fire, stitching assiduously. All of her concentration and effort had gone into making her quilt the best in the whole of Tisdale.
How she desperately wanted to win this year. She was on a low income, as her [...]
A short story by, Catherine O’Brien
Douglas touched the gun’s handle through his jacket pocket. It gave him a great feeling, a surge of power, the feeling that made him Bad Doug, more powerful than anyone else ….anyone else.
Although he knew that he could kill anyone with it, he had but one target: Brigit McDonald. Years [...]
A poem by, David Delaney
Do you remember when we went to heaven?
You and me, mind.
I closed my mouth and my eyes fell shut, I done this for both of us. You hadn’t the strength.
We floated up into the sun filled sky,
Our skin absorbed the beauty of nature and height.
Nobody was to be seen, just you [...]
