Prosper Fingal

I wandered lonely as a cloud
feeling happy in myself.

In September or October when the wind
and the light are working off each other
The leaves fall on Griffith Avenue.

You are hope in a human being
forever in my dreams

Hope is a thing with feathers
that blows in the wind and
takes us to the sky.

The Magic Bracelet

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Dear Callum: I don’t really think I even believe that you’re gone

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Greystones you are

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You’re 16. Diagnosis is like suddenly being allowed to try to free yourself from a straitjacket

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The Story Seeds project supports young people to write with the aim of enabling them to understand their own life story – their personal, circumstantial and emotional story and their place – be it geographical, social or imaginative.

The pieces included here are a small sample of the creative work from the Story Seeds project.