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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Tonight
By Janan, Year 8
The sound of tired, old hairdryers filled the room and everyone was coming to the end of their cut. The hairs on their heads were preparing themselves for a style....
Cybertrip
By Ihsan, Year 10
Jhonothy Razerous, looking as if in deep thought (a rare sight from him), turned off the treadmill and trotted over to the beanbag where Eccle was purely focused on a...
Wilting Memories: An Excerpt
By A.H, Year 9
The Beginner’s Guide To Living Through Dying The house would remain untouched within the thick fog on the lower part of North. Flowers began to wilt underneath the sun, facing...
The Siren’s Coin
By Jedd, Year 12
It builds our dreams, it breaks them too, A transient friend, forever new, It fills the hand, then slips away, A tool we use, but must obey, It’s glitter bright,...
Humans & Sisyphus: One & The Same
By Jedd, Year 12
These words and their smiths were once heeded, revered Still taught today but get lost to young ears As if whispers of ages past have been drowned By the clamour...
Brown Boy
By Nashmia, Year 12
Slurs roll off the brown boy’s tongue, almost second nature. ‘I’m black enough,’ he says, As if some words don’t carry the weight of the world. Laughing at himself, he...
Seen
By Nashmia, Year 12
Seen. This is for those buried in the rubble, their burning flesh setting fire to the sky. The cries of their children, their mothers, their fathers and their sleepless nights...
Circular Quay Ice Cream
By Olly, Year 10
Family on the train Love Family can be a single grain or all the rice Many & wide Always on the brain thought? Family off the train Walk Give them...
Ode to Family
By Olly, Year 10
Here’s to the ones that love us Not to the ones that never let us have a turn on the game Not to the ones that say your name in...
Fruit Bowl
By Sarah, Year 12
fruit is a sign of wealth. a white, porcelain bowl spilling out apples, bananas, oranges and pears on the countertop like decoration — their family has it together and it...
An Ode To Women
By Sarah, Year 12
the women in my life heal whatever they touch with hands that know how to mend what’s broken shattered teacups / shirts with holes / heavy hearts that need love...
There Is Happiness In A Bowl Of Shrimp
By Sarah, Year 12
I’m peeling a bowl of shrimp while my mother has a massive jackfruit that she’s intensely trying to get into. Her eyes light up the kitchen when she sees a...
Monster
By Ella, Year 9
Chapter 1: I Play Catch With A Cranky Octopus Takari When I woke up this morning, getting thrown ten metres in the air by a giant tentacle was not on...
The Things That Fall from the Sky
By Amelia, Year 6
I Give My Enemy Advice “‘The Burning Bullet’ Seriously?” I flicked a shining ball out of my wrist pouch and into the air. The star landed on the tip of...
I woke up and I was in the painting
By Blaize, Year 6
I woke up and I was in the painting, ‘Two Mothers for the Moon’ by Rusty Peters. I’m walking down a long, deserted road to go for a swim in...