By Pranav, Year 8

The vignettes below by Pranav were composed for the Story Factory Giving Shop, a poetry installation run at the Sydney Writers’ Festival 2025. The installation was based on the idea...

By Kaushal, Year 8

The vignettes below by Nishannt were composed for the Story Factory Giving Shop, a poetry installation run at the Sydney Writers’ Festival 2025. The installation was based on the idea...

By Nishaant, Year 8

The vignettes below by Nishannt were composed for the Story Factory Giving Shop, a poetry installation run at the Sydney Writer’s Festival 2025. The installation was based on the idea...

By Natalia, Year 10

The vignettes below by Natalia were composed for the Story Factory Giving Shop, a poetry installation run at the Sydney Writers’ Festival 2025. The installation was based on the idea...

By Elijah, Year 10

so much depends upon my future i fear   but i’m never scared when within a sacred rock pool   I grace the water  elegance, weariness   i sway in...

By Elijah, Year 10

We mourn our favourite things, like the experiences with our brother.  I can smell the dinner, laughter and comfort. The untasteful hoodie, smelling of Katy Perry perfume. The worn old...

By Benice, Year 10

So much depends  upon a camera broken even, it may still work though the image includes a static and an effect happens.   If newly bought you’re able to see...

By Alizah, Year 10

So much depends upon water. It hydrates our plants and vegetation travelling through streams and falling down cliffs healing us over time through its nourishment and calmly demonstrating what humanity...

By Jack, Year 10

I remember the roar of the motorcycle, the wind rushing past in a blur, the scent of street vendors filling the air— sweet, smoky satay sizzling on the grill, the...

By Hamda, Year 8

My father, I call him Babaa, he’s not always right but he’s like no other. Black shirt, blue jeans and all, I love him And that’s my call.   ‘No...

By Tungteya, Year 8

Time and time again I look over what you are to me, my Mother, me Koma me biribiara Your words sing to me like vocals in a choir. Me maame...

By Noor, Year 8

Mother, mother A kind gentle soul, She taught me compassion, love, honesty and how to grow. ‘Be yourself,’ she says, ‘yet shine bright as a star.’ When I think of...

By Alyssa, Year 6

This is Harmony Day, we all have a role to play, to play mine, I promise to definitely show, compassion towards others, every single day, like the sun’s warm glow....

By Alana, Year 6

This is Harmony Day, we all have a part to play, to play mine, I promise to always appreciate, other people’s races and cultures, like a rainbow’s way, making sure...

By Thea, Year 5

I arrived on Wiradjuri Country in ngargan (early morning). The yiray (sun) wasn’t up yet, and yet it seemed like the sun was shining gawunang (moonlight), not sunlight. I suspected...