Creative Writing from Liverpool vendors Morley and Emma

Following on from our newsletter article “Joint Working Unleashes Creativity” in Liverpool, here are some examples of Morley and Emma’s creative writing. Enjoy!

The  first two pieces were written by Morley and previously published in Truth and Illusion – A collection of works by the Crisis Writers’ Group, Spring 2014.

Home Truths

I miss the boy I used to see. I remember real homemade ice cream the man made in Cornwall and the river Mersey slapping the walls of dock. I loved the way the light streamed through the bombed out church. The Post Office assistant who was the spit of my auntie, that fella at the end of our road who would lend you his van for forty quid.
I don’t go to church to pray. I go to remind me of my two cathedral city. I can’t get used to these cosy mornings and the heavy taste of Yorkshire Gold.
I should ring mum more.

Dad and The War

When I was young dad talked about the war. He went in the army at the age of 15 he went in in the year 1929. Dad became a staff seargant. Dad had T.B. in 1945 then he became a preacher of God to people. He visited the hospitals and went to people when they were injured and preached to them. On Sundays he went to church to talk to people and it made them happy and took their minds off their injuries.
When the Second World War was finished he preached for 5 years. He preached to us kids about God, too. Dad is nearly 100 now he was born on 27th August 1914, his name is HR Cummings. Dad said when he was a kid his dad was a preacher, too. My mum was an organist.

Below piece was written by Emma.

The day Pippa ran away

One Sunday a few weeks ago, I was visiting my Mum’s ex.
This particular morning I’d had enough of where I was. I seen a way to get away. I got out of the door, over the wall, and turned left up the road – only to find a main road.
I got worried then, as there were lots of those funny-looking things with a very loud noise – but I keep running for my life.
Lots of people stop and say, “You’re a beautiful girl.” I just thank them and say, “I’m sorry, I have to go.” I’m wearing a black body coat with a pink baseball cap and sunglasses on.
So anyway – back to me running. I get to a park that I know, so I must be going the right way to find Morley, but I have to find a way to get across this main road. I did get hit by this thing, but I stopped and said, “Is that the best you can do?” Then I put my nose to the ground and sniffed my way up.
I got a twig stuck in my paw, but I got to Morley’s door. He opened it, and I pushed him over, as I was so glad I got there safe and well.”