Showing posts with label 2014. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2014. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 February 2015

facts about brains.


  • The human brain is like a powerful computer that stores our memory and controls how we as humans think and react. It has evolved over time and features some incredibly intricate parts that scientists still struggle to understand.

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

The hare and the tortoise.

Shakespeare.

The pig.


As the midday sun rose high over the farm Simon the pig settled into his eleventh mud wallow. Life was good for Simon. He had a rosy pink snout that twitched as he sniffed, and small eyes that were sharp and inquisitive. He had patches of thick, coarse hair which stuck out from his face in tufts. Nosy by nature, Simon always wanted to know what was going on around him. He was the best pig because he was well trained.

The farm was a long way from the city. It was not often that the farm was quiet.The water tanks stood to attention  like three rotund guards.The rolling hills caught the long shadow of the late afternoon sun.There were tidy packed bales of hay, that rested in a neat array. There was an old barn that was home, comforting cosy and always busy with its inhabitants. The farm was down a long muddy track far away from the main highway. For nearly one hundred years the farm had been nestled on the side of the hill next to the babbling creek.

worried concentration made the pig frown in earnest.The pigs hooves tried to tread the water, but he could hardly stay afloat.The pig jumped in the water to have a swim. turquoise water lapped at the pig's snout.panic was setting in as he appeared unable to close the gap to land. When the pig reached land he walked to the farm as fast as he can to have a shower.

The end.

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

The skater.

   It was clear that the skater was oblivious to my presence. He shifts his weight allowing for the board to rotate in mid air. His body is silhouetted against the soft pink dust sky. It was like a heat haze covering the city in a steamy blanket, turning the hills to a pastel mauve. I could see that his face showed stern concentration, which caused the skater to frown.

Thursday, 6 November 2014

My maths.


Old women


“How long have you been standing there?” I wondered as I caught the eye of the crumpled old lady. When I stared at the old lady she had cracked lips furling around gums where teeth once stood. She had a rich indigo velvet scarf, folded carefully to frame her face. She had keen eyes alight with mischievous youth. There were deep channels of time, etched into her wizened surface.