1983 School Magazine

A TFTOUGWT Opportunities are like lighted candles, One puff and they're gone. And very often there aren't any more matches left to light them again. Elaine Tucker l0Gr.

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Motionless. Silent. Deod. The mice were neatly placed in a raw. Six down and three across. "SadisticaIly Murdered ! " Screamed the popers. I did it for a reason. But I didn't realise it could twist my mind. Each rnouse was pierced in the head. Stabbed viciously with acid. Injected so many times that the delicate heods were a mass of tiny holes. Each leg was secretly tucked under their bellies.

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TFTWR T.{FE The deep vialet sunset stretched aut on the horizon, Its vivid streaks contrasting with the dappled" wkite cumulus clawds of day. ,4 small wooden hwt stqnds alone on o hill, Glarified and silhowetted by the brilliance of the sunset. Inside qn old man sits by the kindling fire, Admiring its stength and seeking its glowing warmth. He imagines his wife sitting near him Knitting in her chair - That once farniliar qnd comforting figure. Age and time ha\)e taught him of existence and acceptance. As the last streak of doy disappears beyond the distant hills" The old msn rises and makes his way trs bed" Embers in the fire burn brilliantly: small pieces of live fuel

Feople said I was mad. As they lay limp and helpless, I.felt a satis.faction of revenge: The revenge I had for the world. Rachael f{arrison 9E

with a soft and eternal glow. Sarah Stffiord (I I Griffith) 98