By Milla, Year 9

Cold air wasn’t uncommon in the wrecked and underground subway. It was known for its frigid, unwelcome feel, but that was precisely the reason I was drawn to it so....

By Freya, Year 9

The teacups rattled, a phantom breeze, The portraits tilted, amongst the trees Of wallpaper patterns, a silent fright, A poltergeist is in your house tonight   The cutlery danced, a...

By Estrella, Year 6

As you lay on your bed, the sky turning a shade of orange as the sun sets, you notice everything is deathly silent. Your parents are out and you have...

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,...