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A story about a wish gone wrong.

This, my friends, is my life story

Hello there. My name is O'Riely and I am a broom. I've been a broom for as long as I can remember, twelve years or so if memory serves. The vast majority of that time I have spent propped up against the wall in a utility cupboard in Sheperton Studios which is a place where films are made just outside somewhere called London. I have it on reliable authority that things haven't always been this way. Long ago I wasn't a broom. I was in fact part of something called a tree, two trees actually, but I have no way of verifying this. I can only ever remember being a broom. If I was ever anything else then it wouldn't have been me so I don't remember. Obviously.

Another speed poem. Trying to be as non judgmental as possible, this is a poem about helplessly watching friends getting married for all the wrong reasons.

It is the last day of the Easter holidays and Lily Green is lying in a big puddle of sunshine under the Chestnut tree on Bottle Bank Lane. Lily is eight years old. She has eyes as green as early acorns and a scattering of nutty freckles, like daisies on a lawn. She stretches out and tickles her cat Compo under his chin, which makes him fall over with happiness and waggle his legs in the air.

You might be a redneck if.. -Your school fight song was "Dueling Banjos" -You have a home that's mobile and fifteen cars that aren't -It takes you and 31 others in the same room to show a full set of teeth

A poem

Coffin nail cry, echoes down the backstreet; any rags, any rags, bring 'em out here.

I got the perfect life here at McKinney North High School. I always got whatever I wanted, even if it took more than being polite. The story begins with me and the rest of my football team on the bus.