Jock Engelman, 23 marca 2012
CRASH!
CRASH!
WHOOSH!
A young man collapses on a golden sandy slope as
sparkling waves tumble onto the shore before dragging themselves back out.
CRASH!
CRASH!
WHOOSH!
The waves continue.
As the blazing sunlight breaks through the ocean,
it greets the young man by bathing him (... więcej)
Jock Engelman, 14 marca 2012
The next few days had been the best of Jono‟s life. He had been fed three times a day
with delicious meals, had a nice bed to sleep in, had a friend, had a new home and had not
been beaten by his father. Boris still went to school in the week. Jono was still awaiting trial.
It was Sunday morning (... więcej)
Jock Engelman, 14 marca 2012
Once they had finally reached Mr Phillipson‟s office, Mr Phillipson said to his
secretary, „Hold all of my calls.‟
„Yes sir.‟ replied the secretary.
Mr Phillipson still held Jono by the scruff of his shirt, he opened the door of his office
and ordered, „Get in!‟ and let go of Jono. (... więcej)
Jock Engelman, 21 lutego 2012
Jono’s school
combined junior and senior students from Year Seven through to Year Twelve, he
was in Year Eleven. Just as Jono rolled through the gates, the school bell
rang.
‘Get off of that
thing!’ ordered a teacher, ‘NOW GREEN!’ Jono got off skateboard without
replying. He pulled out (... więcej)
Jock Engelman, 20 lutego 2012
‘GET
UP!’ screamed a voice from somewhere nearby. ‘GET UP YA UNGRATEFUL LITTLE
BASTARD!’ came the same voice while a pair of hands grabbed the boy and lifted
him off a mouldy mattress shaking him awake.
‘LET GO OF ME!’
bellowed back the boy.
‘WHY DID YA TAKE ALL
(... więcej)
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