The Child With No Stories - a 'Walking Book' in Greythorn Central

 What if you lost all your memories?

This Easter, 'follow the eggs' to read how one child gets his memories back - with the help of some very special, very strange eggs.

Follow the eggs around Greythorn Central in Balwyn North during the Easter holidays. Our 'walking book', The Child With No Stories, will be displayed in shop windows from Saturday 1st to Sunday 16th April. You can even win an Easter goodie bag if you answer five questions correctly!

Here's what to do:

1. Grab a Story Sheet from Creative Write-it (1B Sylvander Street) or Boroondara Eye Care (264 Doncaster Road).
2. Start your journey at Creative Write-it, where you can read the full Prologue (see below for a snippet).
3. Continue onto Doncaster Road to read more stories on both sides of the road.
4. As you go, answer five questions correctly to get an Easter egg goodie bag. 
5. ​Take your Story Sheet to Boroondara Eye Care and receive your prize!

Published Easter Books

• Email us to pre-order your discounted copy of The Child With No Stories, which will be published in Term 2, 2017 ($15 each, RRP $25). All stories were written by young writers aged 6 to 14 at our Balwyn North studio.
• Want to win a FREE copy of our 2015 Easter book, The Hot Cross Bun Bandit? Share the joy of our walking book on Instagram or Facebook and tag us at #greythornstories and #creativewriteit to go in the draw to win one of five copies.

​Read below a snippet from the Prologue. Over the Easter period, we'll add other story snippets so stay tuned to find out what happens when the eggs start to crack open!

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Prologue from The Child With No Stories
by Mia Sudianto

“I was on my way home, just taking the normal route, when the ground started to shake. An earthquake was the first thing that popped into my head but when I looked around everyone was walking just fine. Maybe I was imagining things, I thought, so I took a step forward. Big mistake. My legs turned to jelly and I found myself lying on the ground. And that’s the last thing I remember.”

The doctor looked at me then at the screen while I looked around the room. It wasn’t that big. It was painted light blue and there were little stuffed animals in the corner. There were two people sitting next to me. They looked familiar but I had no idea who they were.

“Um… excuse me miss,” I said to the woman sitting next to me. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

The woman burst into tears and ran out of the room. The man gave me a strange look, sad and hurt, then ran after the woman.

“Doctor, what’s wrong with me?” I asked.
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“Son, you have amnesia.”