Historical Story Writing Homework

The Spinning Machine

The Spinning Machine

My name is Jane Mercey and I am 22 years old and currently working in a Coal Mine. However, I would like to tell you a story about my experience working in factory. I started working at the age of 5. It was just around the time The Division of Labour was invented. At this point, everybody had a specialism depending on what they were best at. For example, my role was to sew all sorts of things- blankets, jumpers, all sorts. I was absolutely pocket sized at a child so I could fit in small and confined spaces. They often needed me to squeeze under the Water Frames and fix broken strings.


Let's get on with my story shall we?


It was a gloomy morning ; the air stale, the sky ash grey. I could see my breath as if I smoked a cigarette in the penetratingly cold air. I checked the time and registration was in only five minutes so I hopped on my pale blue bicycle and hurried to the factory. Mr Brown was the Overseer of the factory and he was awfully beastly. If you were a split second late, he would nail your ears to a table or hit your bare bottom with a belt strap. I arrived at the factory just in time to chat with my best friend Jack Wilson. A few minutes later, the bell rang which meant it was time for registration. After every registration, Mr Brown would check skirts were knee length, shoelaces were tied, shirts were tucked into trousers and if they weren't you would have a severe punishment. Luckily, everybody had survived that. We started working at our stations; I was at the sewing station with Jack next to the spinning machine. Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice screech. I immediately turn my head and see Jack caught in the spinning wheel. My heart skips a beat. I run and try and help him. Blood oozes from his leg and it was broken completely hanging on by a string like a needle and thread. The gore of it all made me utterly nauseus. Before I knew it, the wicked overseer grabbed me by the ear and hanged me from the roof.