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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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...
Dreams within Thai
By Sarah, Year 10
And still, I often have dreams within Thai. Though over three years have passed. Since I first wandered Bangkok streets. I dream of little noodle stands. Fried rice in a...
Love-Hate Ode to Rain
By Jasia, Year 8
Dear remarkable and rebellious rain … You have decided to come once again. Your wondrous water sparkles as it falls, Making lovely sounds echoing through the halls. You are like...
Anti-Ode to Halloween
By Jasia, Year 8
Thou art a villainous wasteful bugbear Halloween! You come every October, an annoying routine. You like to scare children I see… so why do people like thee? Everyone knows it,...
Wonder
By Sally, Year 10
I walked into my parents’ room and saw my mother going through the closet, putting clothes away, taking clothes out, organising the pants, dresses, suits, shirts and more into their...