Writing competition

Hi all,

This is a competition site as mentioned that some of you may be interested in;
https://www.st-christophers.co.uk/live-your-life/write-for-a-night

Hope this link works!

Denise

TENERIFE CHRISTMAS 2012

It was Christmas.  Martin sat on a rock and stared blankly at the sea.  He didn't notice the beauty of the scene, the warmth of the weather, the gentle breeze.  Seeing nothing and feeling nothing he sat insulated by gloom and inertia from the world around him. 

He was jerked into attentiveness by a shriek and a splash.  A little girl had fallen off the rocks into the sea.  Her mother, holding a baby, was screaming hysterically at him.

Martin had become passive since his wife died.  He was an old man.  Nobody asked for his advice or help any more - yet here was this woman screaming and looking at him as if he could do something.  What could he do?  He saw the blonde curls bobbing in the water - little hands being cut on the rocks.  he forced himself to think.  There was no lifebelt around.  No boats.  No lifeguard . . . only him.  He used to be a good swimmer her remembered - won a lifesavers badge sixty years ago.

Christmas Poem

We three kings of Orient are

We ditched the donkeys and hired a car

To find the wondrous Christmas baby

We listened to the voice of the Sat Nav lady

Needless to say we got very lost

Bearing gifts at incredible cost

So how do we find this Bethlehem

Hello, we’re supposed to be the three WISE men!

We had no choice but to follow the star

But refreshment beckoned, so we looked for a bar

We ended up in friendly Formby village

Me leading, still proceeding with our pilgrimage

But the Gold was burning a hole in our trousers

So we ended up drinking for hours and hours

Should have gone westwards, but Woodwards was nearer

We thought a few scoops would help us think clearer

The Myrrh wasn’t pleasant with its bitter perfume

So the girls all left when we entered a room

The Frankincense aroma nearly sent us to sleep

We fell in Formby Pool, lucky it wasn’t deep

We ditched the car and found a Bay Horse

Do we head for Sorrento, no the Left Bank of course

Needed something to eat, so we went for our tea

Not sure who to ask, Quo Vadis or Don Luigi?

Soon our gift of Gold was all spent

We missed Christmas completely, didn’t arrive until Lent

But the meaning of this story is still very clear

Christmas only comes but once a year

And there is a moral to this tale

It’s not just about presents, food or ale

Don’t forget Christmas should be all about giving

Think of loved ones lost and appreciate those living

Spend time with neighbours, friends and family

Celebrate the Nativity; what it means to you and me

Now will someone please point us in the right direction

We need to go home for our own protection!