Stories
We publish thousands of stories each year, all written by our brilliant students. Here’s a selection of what they’ve been writing across our workshops.
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By Atoc, Year 11
William and I had been best friends since I could remember. When we were toddlers, we used to walk around in our nappies together.
Wanton Thursdays
By Atoc, Year 11
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Silk and Cotton
By Atoc, Year 11
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Street Boy
By Amuor, Year 11
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No more Child Marriage
By Lauren, Year 9
“I want to tell all the women who are suffering abuse to be strong.” – Aisha Bibi Aisha, an 18-year-old Afghan girl, was married to her husband when she was only 14. After being beaten up countless times and treated like a slave, she decided to run away from her home.
The Beaumee Wood
By Pratha, Year 7
After a day at the Beaumee Preparatory School, Lorelei was bone tired. So tired, she wasn’t up for going for a walk after school. As always, her best friend, the ever peppy Toralie Peipay, was there to drag her on a walk.
1788 The Year No One Talks About
By Lambotharan, Year 8
1788, the dreaded year it all started. A child named Alinta and her friend were playing near the seaside. Alinta had beautiful dirty blonde hair, was good at sports and always smiled. She had many friends, but her best friend was Kirra.
The Colour of Melancholy
By Amisha, Year 11
Having met with failure once more, I walk across the street as I return to reality. I was to make a deal for my art, a rather dull piece of canvas stained with varying hues of mauve on sable, presenting the image of a woman.
If I Survive
By Atoc, Year 11
30th of April 1915 Days like this are days when we try to blur the memories of death. But we will never forget them as the horrifying reality of war scars us mentally and physically.
For Harold
By Atoc, Year 11
25th of April 1915 Today holds memories that I shall never forget. Memories that will haunt me until the day I no longer exist. What I witnessed today, if I admit it, is devastating in comparison to what I expected the war to be like.
The Scent of Motherhood
By Aysha, Year 11
“Mamma, Riju baba’s crying.” “Rock her. I’m coming. Pass me the headband and stop whining, Ragi.” “Mammaaaa, Riju fell down!” Riju fell down. So I should go to her and pick her up and sing her a lullaby and whisper sweet things to her.
Times of Silence
By Amuor, Year 11
22nd of May 1915 It is silent, the guns have been dropped and the killing has stopped, but it's times like this when the silence speaks volumes. The quiet is somewhat haunting. It’s like I can hear and feel the spirits of the dead soldiers lurking about.
Soldier Boy
By Amuor, Year 11
Gallipoli, 25th of April 1915 To my dearest love Sophie, I'm writing these diary entries so if I return home and the tragedies of war are too troublesome to speak of, I can show these to you and our future kids. This is the first day of battle and the last day I'm truly myself, however my love for you will always remain.
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By Willow
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