PHANTASTIC PHONETIC PHACTORY The stormy sea Hard rain falling on a wooden floor White gulls screeching to the sea Rough winds shake the cabin door Like a bell. In the saloon The table set for tea Slides: clatter of cutlery, smashed crockery. Joanne Garcia The bells are shaking the stiff houses. The music hits you from the hollow passage. The priest's voice sounded like a sharp knife drawn along the chalice. Right at the back entering through the heavy wooden doors a small boy, astonished by the roaring atmosphere, shouts with surprise. Dionne Major A tiny machine complained bitterly in the big factory. The giant boss hurled a metal plate against the machine. At last he heard the home-time horn. When the workers went home the birds came in from the window to sing to the machines. Gillian Thomas The APPLE BOMB went off The trees fell to the ground Down go the houses Out comes the squirting juice Charles Lackey Plump mucky hands grip a fat glass bottle an orange sticky oval shape around his mouth Water boils on the stove, a curtain of mist across the window He sits at the table with his legs dangling down A round metal clock ticking fast on the wall and a red checked tablecloth with a china teapot in the middle. Small fists knock at the hollow brown door. Lynn Brand The Mean Mum I was angry. Why didn't she give me the money? She's mean. Look in the mirror. My face is a mess. Red eyes, cheeks red as tomatoes. I hate her! I hate her! I hate her! Tracey Quinn loud footsteps going upstairs dirty floors damp wood someone falls over in the celler spider webs and cut hands upstairs a mad dog is trying to get out an old bed a shut door an old man is looking in the corners of the kitchen crossed blue eyes angry like a mad pig Gerard McQuigan