Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

Squelch squelch as my shoes rubbed against the leaves on the ground as I zig zagged disorientated through the forest. I was never good at directions or navigating. I had engrossed myself with tracing a leaf onto a paper which I had now gone astray. It was the request of our teacher Mr Bailey to collect things from the forest so I had decided to get a leaf printed onto paper. I was never much of a naturist hardly Bear Grylls and the thought of collecting either tadpoles or insects brought a chill down me. I had no idea where I was, all the trees were green and tall, facing upwards shielding me from the outside world. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back sticking to my school shirt, it was dirty with mud and green stains. I had slipped and grazed my arm which was red, had a sore throat from shouting ‘help’ several times and ripped my trousers with a hole. There was no one to hear me or see me in the forest but the trees, birds and insects. I just kept on going ...

‘I can see the water underneath me. Whoops, ha ha, Patrick you are useless,’ said David. ‘Shut up! David, leave me alone,’ said Patrick, ‘stop talking, it is a continuous buzzing,’ he screams internally within himself.    David was always there, like a wasp stinging into his brain, the constant ‘chatter’ was there. He wanted to switch it off but he could not. ‘Have you tried mindfulness?’ asked Professor Lofney, with his glasses that he wore at end the of his long nose that looked like a twig. He crossed his legs and sat in the chair. He looked like a regal King and had a touch of superiority with his tone that was pretentious. Patrick winced at the word mindfulness, he had tried that but it never Worked. It was the new craze that applied around a method to sit down, breathe, concentrate on the here and now.    David would not let him sit still, he would regularly interrupt him take him away from the moment. D...