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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At Dawn’s Edge
By Dhirann, Year 9
At Dawn’s Edge Mist hovers low, drowning fields in a quiet haze, Fire pink streaks stretch across a burner-blue horizon. Dew clings to leaves, sparkling bright, like a blaze,...
This Safe Space
By Niha, Year 6
This safe space will be enveloped in warmth, with furry pillows and soft blankets, where the textures are as soothing as the stories I lose myself in. Every corner will...
New Memory
By Rufayda, Year 10
Finally you gave up and closed your eyes, tried to centre your breathing. Calm, you think. With it, you recognised metal and the taste of invasion. Your tongue ached, longed...
My Aura
By Nariman, Year 10
My aura to me is a shimmery, fluffy white colour, like a glistening pearl, tucked away in its clam. Its inviting scents of elegance and luxury circulate through me, reflecting...
Grinding Black Coffee
By Jodi, Year 10
I know I’m home. My heart, mind and soul is at peace. The bedroom is tinted in a warm yellow from the swaying curtains blocking the scorching sun. I hear...
Buddhist Temple
By Layla, Year 10
The swirling smell of bark surrounds each and every statue in the room. The calming, yet exotic essence follows me with each step. It reminds me of a couple days...
A Pirate Mutiny
By Maryam, Year 4
Listen lads. I’m here to tell our crew why you should vote for me as the Captain of the ship. You might be wondering why a pirate who fell into...
When I Was Young
By Louis
I hate being away from my mother. Like when I was young and my mother left me in Vietnam and went to Australia. I hate thinking about what I should...
Chill
By Claire
Harsh winds whistle against my ears The tip of my nose blushes red from the cold Each step I take is gruelling My feet fell under the bare ice My...
My Writing Space
By Alissa, Year 10
A question that ponders in my mind often is what other people’s writing spaces are like. I love writing stories on my bed, a place that holds comfort, a place...
From My Mother I Inherited
By Christina, Year 10
From my mother I inherited: My mother’s tongue, the language my mother left behind in her home for my future. The vowels I can’t quite get right, but say anyways....
A Trip to Bunnings
By Rizzwan, Year 10
Jack had only gone on a trip to Bunnings for one thing—a simple packet of screws to build his Ikea bed. “In and out,” he told himself as he stepped...
Up Here
By Jacob, Year 10
When I’m up here On a stage up here Front of the crowd. Community Time to solo. Time to decorate ‘Today’ by the Smashing Pumpkins, kinda electric My fingers scraping...
Sacred and Old
By Natahlee, Year 10
In Cambridge Park, where city meets the sky, an Aboriginal woman feels her spirit sigh. Among the bustling streets and modern pace, she seeks her culture, her ancestral grace. She...
Essence of Country
By Natahlee, Year 10
In the heart of her land, her spirit soars high, an Aboriginal woman, beneath the vast sky. Connected to Country, her roots run deep, in the whispers of nature, her...