Talented Trio Showcase Writing Skills


The work of three students from Gaelscoil an Bhradáin Feasa gives a taste of what's in their schools' recently-released anthology - Slí na Scríbhneoireachta/The Road to Writing. The anthology was the result of their taking part in the Emu Ink Schools' Publishing Programme. 

 

 

Isabel

An African Adventure

 

by: Isabel Ní Chatháin   

 

Rang 6

 

“Goodbye Olivia I’ll be back next month”.   That’s what Olivia's mother  told her anyway.  It had been exactly 3 months since Olivia's mother had left on her once in a life time tour around Africa. She hadn't replied to any of Olivia's letters and they only called once.  Olivia had been dumped with her auntie Paula and her horrible boyfriend Ralph.  Ralph rarely got off the couch unless it was to refill his crisp bowl or shout at Olivia.

One day Olivia crept downstairs to try and find the book she had left there earlier but Ralph spotted her.  He shouted so loud that the house shook.  Olivia shot back up into her bedroom, sat on her bed and cried herself to sleep.  All of a sudden a white light shone through the rotting floorboards.  Olivia slowly moved towards the lights.  One of the rotting floorboards split in two and Olivia was sucked in towards the light.

Olivia fell down, down, down, until she hit a dusty path.  She saw a white light shining in the distance.  She didn't hesitate; she followed the winding path into the forest towards the light.  Just then, a wall of thorns shot up in front of her.  Olivia took a step back. She realised the wall went on for miles. There was no way around it. She would have to go over it.  Olivia grabbed on to one of the thorns and pulled herself up. She kept going until her arms felt like they were about to fall off. At this point she had reached the top and peeked over the top briars.  She saw the same light shining and she was determined to follow it.  She climbed down on the other side of the briars and followed the dusty path for what seemed like an eternity.

Olivia's stomach was grumbling. She was starving but she couldn't stop now.  The light was within reach at the top of the next hill. As she stumbled up the hill the light gradually transformed into an image of her mother, in hospital asleep.

Olivia woke up with her heart beating fast. It was like it was trying to escape.  She knew something was wrong.  She was positive that it was a message from her mother. Olivia looked at the clock. It was 4am. There wasn’t a sound in the house.  Auntie Paula had been saving money to buy a fancy new couch. Paula's credit cards and money were in an old rusty biscuit tin. Olivia grabbed everything.   She shoved her passport and everything else she owned into her suit case and crept down the stairs. She unlocked the locks on the door and went out into the night.

The bus stop wasn’t far; there was one at the top of the road.  She waited at the bus stop for 15 minutes until a bus came.  There was no one on the bus except for the driver.  She handed him €2.50 and sat down. The bus went straight to the airport. Olivia walked in and looked around. She saw a flight heading to Cape Town it was leaving in an hour.  Olivia bought a ticket and checked in on line.   She tagged along behind an older lady who looked like her mother and boarded the plane.  After a long sleep she arrived in Cape Town and followed the older lady out of the airport.

She walked up to a police officer with great determination and explained to him that she was in search of her mother and explained to him what she had done.  The Police officer was amazed at her story.  He took her to all the hospitals in Cape Town and finally when she was giving up hope, she found her mother unconscious in the last hospital.  When she squeezed her mother's hand she finally woke up and stared in amazement at her daughter.  The nurses explained that she had been asleep for 2 months and this was the first time she has opened her eyes.  Olivia and her mother hugged each other deeply and cried.  Olivia told her mother everything that had happened and her mother explained that she had been dreaming and searching for her daughter, until she finally found her.

 

 

Lauren

Dán Acrastic

 

by: Lauren Ní Dhuinn   

 

Rang 6

 

Uachtar reoite ar an trá le mo chairde,

Ainmhithe beaga ar fud na háite.

Crann ag séideadh sa ghaoth bheag.

Heiló” arsa mo chomharsan béaldoras.

Tarracóir de bhairlle tuí ag dul síos an bóthar.

An boladh den fhéar álainn nua gearrtha.

Rasaí eadrainn chun uachtar reoite a aimsiú.

 

Rith go dtí an trá le mo mhadra.

Einíní ag eitilt go hard sa spéir.

Oileán ollmhór os mo chomhair.

Ithe sceallóga lán le salainn.

Togáil grianghrafanna, gáire go smig.

Eitleog ag eitilt idir na scamaill.

 

Léimt ar mo thrampolín.

Eilifint sa zú ag iarraidh scáith a fháil faoin gcrann.

Áit nua,spáisteoireacht le mo chlann.

Iascaire ag iascaireacht san fharraige mhór.

Tá an ghrian ag scoilteadh na gclocha.

Eitleán ag imeacht ar a laethanta saoire.

 

Emmett

Dúnmharú sa Dorchadas

 

by: Emmett Ó Broin   

 

Rang 5

 

Oíche dorcha a bhí ann, ach ní raibh sé ciúin! Bhí glór san aer ó páistí ag screadaíl toisc go bhfuair siad cnónna in ionad Milky Way. Oíche shamhna a bhí ann agus ceann an-mhaith domsa. Bhí mo mhála ollmhór lán le milseán agam. Ach bhí teach amháin deireannach a bhí mé ag iarraidh dul ann. Bhí sé dorcha agus scanriúil ach bhí mé ag lorg milseán amháin eile chun mo mhála a lionadh. Rinne mé cnag ar an doras...

Chuala mé duine ag teacht go dtí an doras. D'oscail sé an doras agus dúirt sé dhá focal. 'Haaarrrry Pootttter!' 'Ní mise Harry Potter' a dúirt mé. 'Ronnalld Weassly!' 'Ní hea''Heerrmionne Grranngger!' 'An gceapainn tú gur cailín mé?' 'Cé a tá túúúú?' 'Is mise Jeffrey Montgomery agus tá mé ag déanamh bob nó bia!' 'Ó tá tú ag iarraidh milseán!' 'Sea' 'Tar isteach, mar sin!' D’imigh mé isteach. Bhí sé an-shean agus ní fhaca mise aon milseáin. Thosaigh mé ag imeacht ach bheir an fear ghreim orm. 'Tar isteach go dtí an seomra seo agus gheobhaidh mé milseáin duit.'Shuigh mé ar an gcathaoir. Tar éis tamall tháinig an fear ar ais, ach níor tháinig sé le milseáin, tháinig sé le SCIAN