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 Ciel
Money is special to me, so that I can get things that I want, like any kind of food and any kind of clothes.
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By Tahlia
Slimy, sweet, sticky, Yummy like sugar. Honey is important and is good with weetbix. It reminds me of when I was six, and I was sick, and my pop gave me a teaspoon of honey.
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By Garvika
My dog died in 2014, six years ago. It has been a long time, but I still have his collar.
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By Hannah
My bows looks absolutely beautiful to me in my opinion. They smell like the shampoo, and conditioner in my hair.
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By Sarah
My books are all different colours and sizes. They smell like happiness, they feel soft, and calming. I wouldn't have made it through this whole pandemic if I didn’t have my books.
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By Brooklyn
I remember when I slipped and broke my arm. We were playing, and it was wet, I pushed the ball out of Jett’s arms and then I slipped.
The Lurk
By Jhett
It was dark and silent. Maybe too quiet. A flicker of light. I saw him, his spikes frighten me.
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By Deya
This historic piece of fluff was from a four year old’s teddy bear that she got when she was born. The bear was a dark brown colour and it had a pastel coloured ribbon. It got burnt in a bonfire at a skatepark. His name was Remmy, and she carried it everywhere.
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By Alice
This piece of hair is from when a three year old was cutting her own hair in her room.
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By Alice
Black and white as a magpie Looks like darkness, and paper Tastes of rice and caviar Reminds me of my favourite shade
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By Bella
Yummy, nice to eat in my tummy, probably feels bumpy. Got made a week ago, got eaten a week ago. If I vomited it up, I would eat it again!
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By Bella
Blue, calming as it falls outside Feels cool as it surrounds my body Looks like life as I gaze at it Tastes of salt, as I gurgle it accidentally When I dunk my head in the ocean Reminds me of home as I splash around at the beach
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By Yuri
Red is the chilli in dry noodles Feels like its hot and spicy on my tongue Looks like juice in a seed Tastes of fire in my mouth Reminds me of hot weather, in my home in Thailand.
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By Aurelia
Purple is as elegant, as it is plasticFeels like the soft silk of a dressLooks like the Riverdaisies by the waterTastes of the sweet fruit hanging on the treesReminds me...
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By Josh
Godzilla movies are my favourite thing to watch because in Godzilla: Final Wars, Godzilla goes against 25 monsters and he wins which shows how strong he is, Godzilla makes me feel happy, because I know I can defend myself.