Chris Thompson's innovative approach to Creative EducationFind out about the exciting Scribing Technique. Downloadable Resources providedInteractive approaches to Story telling and downloadable resourcesIdeas for drama in the classroom with all age groupsStory telling and Magic shows for all agesDemonstration sessions, workshops for teachers, and moreMagic shows , Drama through Irish and much more.

What can Chris offer?

a cultural diversity project
A collaborative novel
intergenerational projects
Plays For the Backstage
Word Pictures
A Scribing Project
Strength in Everyone
Children's writing
Creative Writing Galleries
An on-going creative writing programme
Using role-play to inspire creative writing

The Orb by Gordon O'Sullivan
Birdsong by Gill Baldwin
A Memory by Mary Brennan


Writers' Gallery


A series of sound effects were played, a thunderstorm, breaking glass, birdsong etc. The participants found that starting with an aural stimulus encouraged memory and an emotional connection to the writing. Here is one response.

BIRDSONG
It had been a lovely summer evening. The band had received several encores and Steve, Wendy and I were helping them pack after which we went to Tony and Pier s for coffee. After several hours of gazing up at the stars, chatting and generally putting the world to right we decided that we would drive over to Pete and Helens for breakfast. They lived about half an hour away. With the excitement of surprising Pete and Helen, who would by now be sound asleep and the anticipation of watching the sunrise on a new day, we set off It was a little after four when we arrived, their house was in an isolated spot miles from anywhere. All was quiet the silence became almost deafening. Then we heard it almost like magic a crystal clear note followed by another then another, until it sounded like a whole orchestra playing for just for us. The sound seemed to be amplified. The five of us fell silent, no words were needed for we had just shared that magical experience, 'the Dawn Chorus', and the privilege was ours. by Gill Baldwin