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The boy with the gift of laughter.


I met a boy last weekend – A boy whose laughter sounded like the chimes of church bells. The first time he laughed, I felt a somersault deep in my belly. 675 more words

I am sitting in an island surrounded by a sea of tents. The dampness of the chair we rescued from the downpour seeps into my jeans as I observe the sky transforming itself for a dark grey mass of clouds into the promise of blue sky lined with white clouds. 270 more words

Risk Factory Writer #4: Alison Rooke

Risk Factory 2014 has wrapped up and was a raging success. Here writer #4 Alison Rooke shares her thoughts on a new piece of work that has emerged from her time in the Factory. 505 more words