Original piece written by our eleven year old contributor Alex Turner. A grim, historically inspired tale about a young boy who joins the Luddites.
The night was dark and gloomy, as if it was already midnight. The time was six-thirty and Alex, a teenage boy, was sat miserably in his grandma’s cottage, designing and making stockings. He had thick, luscious brown hair, and he always wore a bowler hat. He wore a faded red top and some scruffy torn jeans. He had some cheap, patched shoes and always had filthy feet.
He enjoyed working with his grandma, but she was rather ill; very ill. She wore lemon yellow knee socks followed by plum purple slippers, and had a thread-bare nightgown. Her head was covered with curly grey locks. She was quite a loving, caring person, and always had a smile on her face. She always listened to Alex, regardless of how silly he was.
“Are you OK, grandma?” Questioned Alex.
“I’m OK.” Answered grandma. “How many stockings have you made so far?”
“Sixteen and we’re almost out of cotton.” Explained Alex.
“Good lad.” Grandma said with a cheerful smile.
The next day, Alex came home with some wool for the stockings.
“Grandma, I’m home!” Shouted Alex with a grin.
There was no reply.
Alex went around the corner and found his grandma lying there. Motionless…
“Grandma!” Alex cried, dropping the basket of wool.
Alex was furious with himself. He knew he should have stayed at home and taken care of her. She had always said the pressure would kill her.
With nothing left to lose, Alex decided to join the Luddites. What other choice did he have? His parents and grandparents were dead, and now all the businesses were closing because of the increasing number of factories being built. There was no way Alex would become a factory owner; ever!
“Your first task,” a guy named Ned Ludd had said, “is to break all of the awful Mr. Hartnell’s factory machinery.”
As Alex went off with his axes, guns and other deadly weapons, he wondered if what he was about to do was good or not.
After a while of breaking machinery, Alex’s good friend Sam made an awfully loud shriek. “Run! They’re coming!”
Alex managed to escape just in time, but unfortunately his friend was captured… He was taken to a cell ready to be executed the next day.
“What shall I do now?” Alex thought to himself. He was both frustrated and sad. He didn’t have anyone. No one to comfort him when he was sad, no one to be there for him any more. What was he going to do?
As time went by, Alex became very lonely. He had no one to support him or take care of his needs. He felt really angry, so angry that it made him depressed.
Unfortunately, Alex later killed himself…
He had thought that life was no good for him without his friend, his grandma, or his parents. But what he didn’t know was that his parents had never actually died and he had been lied to all along…
Alex was buried next to his grandma, but unfortunately he would never know that. Just as he would never know of the day when his parents visited him for the first time, or how they stood silently watching over his grave.
By Alex Turner
Below: The original handwritten piece ready to be presented to the school.