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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Thank You
By Estrella, Year 5
Thank You. I am thankful. Thankful for taking care of the Cockatoos that...
Morning’s Burnt-Orange Awakening
By Connor, Year 7
The morning arrives As the day awakens, the world stirs to life, with insects, birds, and people alike gently easing into the rhythm of the morning Stone-grey blinds open signalling...
The Illusion of Thereness
By Rufayda, Year 10
Loneliness is everything inescapable. You run, or try to, because how can you when it does not follow, but consume? You run, with persisting hope long past its “best before”,...
My Mayhem
By Amos, Year 9
My mayhem has electric-red long hair and has bright orange highlights with a tall, thin figure and a very long nose. It wears expensive designer clothing with vintage Versace handbags...
Mulan
By Cailey, Year 9
I want to be Mulan. Chop my hair off and put it in a bun in wars. I could fight for my family to keep them safe. I could ruin...
My Faith
By Ivy, Year 9
My faith is dark and crimson red with brown eyes and a piercing crown on their head. It wears bloody clothes and a strong merciful face with tears of love...
My Chaos
By Ugochucku, Year 9
It’s not really chaos, or is it? Give a farmer seeds and he will make food. Give a musician an instrument and he will make music. Give a soldier an...
Fluorescent Floral Nostalgia, Tropical Frangipani
By Vivian, Year 9
Summer is approaching again. Long days of heat and sun ahead of us. One summer we went to Newcastle. My family and I were going for a little night walk...
Moon and Stars Thief
By Madi, Year 9
I watched as she stood under the moon. Her features lighting up under the glow. She was excited and smiling like a little kid. She looked to me. She is...
Nightclubs
By Franceska
Nightclubs were places where people could escape. They weren’t just hard alcohol, ear-ripping music, and sloppy flirting. Behind the counter, from where I worked and whisked up drinks, I’ve heard...
Symphony in a Cup
By Dhirann, Year 9
Oh, nectar of the gods you humble yet divine brew. Steamy and spiced, you warm both body and soul, too. Your cup — a cradle...
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...