​When people ask why I started Creative Write-it, I usually say it’s for the kid version of me who loved writing, and wished for a special place to go to 'be a writer' with other kids, guided by professional writers. To share the joy, fun, and challenge of tackling a single prompt and seeing it sprout into completely different stories depending on who was holding the pencil. To share the words that poured out from my imagination with more than my teacher and parents. To feel like I was getting better, stronger, and braver with my words and ideas. To make ‘real’ books (not just stapled-together paper stolen from Dad’s printer). Creative Write-it’s programs and spaces have been built around these basic ideas from the beginning, in late 2011.

But the truth is, Creative Write-it also exists for the teen version of me who, without any writing-specific mentors, wrote anyway: short stories, poems, songs, diary entries, letters. Most of these are hidden in a box, deep in a cupboard somewhere, probably never to see the light of day again ... but that’s not the point. The point is that it was all practice: these years of writing helped me find my voice, and every one of those pieces was fuelled by thoughts and emotions I needed to express at the time. Often I didn’t even realise this until I read back over what I’d written and recognised that what had been a messy, teen-angsty puddle inside of me now made more sense on the page, outside of me. Writing on my own definitely helped me to express myself as I got older. I have no doubt that having professional guidance and feedback through that time would have helped me more.

​These kids may not grow up to be professional, or even hobbyist, writers. But they will need critical and creative thinking. They will need to be able to look at a problem and work out what to do, with the resources they have at the time. They will need to translate their thoughts and feelings into words others can understand, and also try to understand the translating attempts of others. They will need to forge new paths when none of the existing options feel right. And it will help if they can laugh and enjoy the process of all of this as much, if not more, than the end results.

We are guiding young writers. We are helping them to craft wonderful, bizarre, sweet, hilarious, gross, ‘them’ stories. But mostly, my hope is that through taking the time to get to know them and continually tailoring activities accordingly, we are inspiring and encouraging brave, thoughtful, creative people. People we see realising every day that they can do more than they thought they could when we first met them.

As Creative Write-it grows steadily with the support of parents, teachers, and the wider community – and of course with the continuing enthusiasm and willingness to try from our young writers – our reasons for doing what we do stands as strong as the day we started. I believe in the value of creative writing and our workshops for six year olds, sixteen year olds, twenty-six year olds and beyond. I believe that while we focus on stories, the value of the experience we provide stretches far beyond that. At the very least, we will help every young person who walks through our doors to be a better writer. At the most, we will build their confidence, cultivate connection, encourage respectful self-expression and communication, provide a safe space, and teach them the value of creativity in a world that needs thinkers who know the joy and challenge of sharing stories now more than ever.

It was just another boring day, as the students stuffed their belongings into their bags and began the long dreadful journey to school. The only person who loved school was Layafettius, the geekiest kid in the entire Small Brain Primary School. He raced to school every single day, answered all the questions the teacher asked and completed his homework during lunch breaks so that he could work on his own inventions at home.
     “Now, what do you get if you mix ARSENIC with NITROGEN and RADIUM?” asked Mr Bouterkarluh, the chemistry teacher. He looked around the tables. Some students were picking their noses. Some of them were resting their heads on the table.
     “Okay, Morwena.”
     “Uhh… hang on… hmm…well…it's like…um”
     “Do you know how to do this?” questioned the teacher.
    Layafettius’ hand shot up immediately, knowing that it would cause an explosion. If Morwena did not answer, then the teacher would set it as their homework. Sighing, he began to create a plan for this teleporter.
 
*
 
KE-RACK!!! Wires flung out from the circuit board. Attaching them to a disintegrator, Layafettius screwed on a pipe on the side of his teleporter. He then inspected his Uranium and Calcium Carbonate mixture by the window. Perched on the windowsill, it had become a purple mixture, after being fermented in the sun for one and a half hours. Picking up his concoction, he poured it into the carbonator and flicked the switch on. Carelessly leaving it there, he continued working on the locator and antenna, and nailed a globe and a screen into the cabin.
     It was time for a test. He began tapping on the screen to make it work. Frustrated by the fact that the screen remained black, Layafettius unrolled the sheet of paper where he had drawn his plans unaware that his Uranium and Calcium Carbonate concoction was spilling…
Tssss…
     “No!”, exclaimed Layafettius. “My FUEL!!!”
    Swiftly, he retrieved his cleaning materials and sprayed them onto the stain, later grabbing a cloth and hoping that would soak it up. He then created another concoction and left it to ferment by the window.
      “LAYAFETTIUS!!!”, shrieked Mrs Fettius, his mother. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!?”
    Layafettius stumbled down the stairs, surprised to see that there was a HOLE in the ceiling above the kitchen. The food in the pot bubbled harder than ever, spilling over the sides of it.
      “WAS IT YOUR CHEMICALS AGAIN?!!?” yelled Mrs Fettius.
   Suddenly remembering what had happened, Layafettius realised that his Uranium-Calcium Carbonate mixture along with the cleaning detergent had burnt a hole in his floor…
     The food began to move, piling onto the floor and growing a mouth, it slowly began to extend the left end of itself, wrapping it around the pot… KER-RUNCH!!! and stuffed it in its mouth. Following the same process, it began to eat up everything in its way.
     “Amazing! This is simply amazing!”, cried Layafettius, jotting down his observations on a paper bag. “I might have created a new species! I will name it—”
  “LAYAFETTIUS!!!”, screamed Mrs Fettius. “DON’T YOU SEE THAT THE MONSTER IS DANGEROUS?!!?”
     However, Layafettius was nowhere to be found. The monster was facing a corner. Mrs Fettius grabbed a knife and lurked over slowly. The monster’s mouth swayed from side to side. Layafettius was throwing everything he could at it, but the monster simply devoured everything into shreds.
    “LAYAFETTIUS!!!” demanded Mrs Fettius. “WAS THAT YOUR HOMEWORK?!!?” Layafettius’ brain began to think rapidly, patting his hand all over the drawer he was closest to, searching every drawer as he was certain he had left it there…
     He flopped onto his knees, sobbing a puddle of tears that soaked the carpet. “My homework!” he exclaimed, thumping his fists on the floor. “It’s GONE!”
     “THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX, LAYAFETTIUS!!!” barked Mrs Fettius. “You, LAYAFETTIUS FETTIUS ARE THE SMARTEST KID I KNOW!!!”
     “Hmm…”, said Layafettius, thinking out loud. “If I could hand in the monster for my homework then Mr Bouterkarluh would be so impressed! We could study it for Biology and…”
     “LOOK!!!” shouted Mrs Fettius. The monster was surrounding Layafettius with nowhere to escape… but luckily Layafettius jumped onto the drawer and leaped over the monster into the safety of his bedroom. He heaved the teleporter onto a small kids’ wagon and dragged it down the stairs.
     “YES!!!” shouted Mrs Fettius. “THE BEST IDEA EVER!!! TELEPORTING THE MONSTER!!!”
     Although Layafettius wasn’t sure it was going to work, he shoved the monster in and Mrs Fettius began controlling the teleporter…
     POOF!!! The teleporter disintegrated into nothing. Mrs Fettius was dancing around with joy.
      “MUM!” exclaimed Layafettius. “I was meant to keep it in there like a cage!”
     “I DON’T CARE! Hooray!” cried Mrs Fettius. “The monster’s gone…”
 
RING RING!!! ... Layafettius dashed to the phone.
     “Hello, is this Layafettius Fettius?” asked an unfamiliar voice.
     “Yes.”
   “There is a monster terrorising Small Brain Primary School, and people have said that you created the monster, is that correct?”
    “W-what do you mean?” stammered Layafettius, hanging up on the phone. “MUM, WHERE DID YOU TELEPORT IT TO?”
 
*
 
Arriving at school in a flash, Layafettius saw that the monster was crashing everything down. Teachers were fleeing and screaming their heads off. As Layafettius headed towards the monster, one teacher explained that it had eaten Mr Bouterkarluh and the canteen lady and all of the science labs. Bricks were scattered all over the place while cement was flying across the sky and water was spraying everywhere due to the fact that so many pipes had been cracked open. The monster was adding to itself by the second, now not only a food monster but it was also made out of bricks, cement, test tubes and student report papers. Growing a pair of legs, the monster trudged up a flight of stairs and by tearing bits of the first floor, it began throwing them down onto the playground.
     Luckily, Layafettius thought fast and dashed towards the remains of a science lab retrieving as many chemicals as possible. He took a plastic bag and poured the chemicals into it. Rushing to the gym where the PE teacher was doing a throwing exercise in preparation for his next lesson, Layafettius swiped the ball away from him and replaced it with the PLASTIC BAG “bomb”. The “bomb” crashed through the gymnasium and headed straight for the monster, burning a hole in it. Layafettius prepared for a big, ear-deafening explosion…
 
*

Meanwhile, the canteen lady was slicing through layers and layers of the monster flesh. The plastic bag penetrated through and Mr Bouterkarluh caught it, bouncing off his hands.
     “Quick, let's escape!” shouted the canteen lady. She yanked Mr Bouterkarluh towards the hole just to find that it immediately sealed.
     “Noooo!!!” she said furiously. “We’re going to be stuck forever!!!”
     “Cut this open,” commanded Mr Bouterkarluh.
     The canteen lady chopped it open and the chemicals spilled onto the inside of the monster’s stomach. Mr Bouterkarluh pulled out a cup of the canteen’s RECYCLED stew (made with all sorts of leftover canteen food from months ago), and poured it where the chemicals were spilled. Then, pulling out a textbook titled, “EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW ABOUT CHEMISTRY” running his finger along the contents page, he turned to the VOMIT experiments, and read about what happens in your stomach when you vomit.
     The only missing ingredient was 500ml of mucus, snot or phlegm. Together with the canteen lady, they began coughing up mouthfuls of phlegm and blowing their noses excessively until slowly, the vomit blend began to rise, bubbling with froth spreading all over. Emerging higher, the current of the medley blasted Mr Bouterkarluh and the canteen lady along the oesophagus and into the monster’s mouth. Mr Bouterkarluh wedged the plastic bag in the opening of the monster’s throat and with the help of the canteen lady, escorted the two of them to safety. Scrambling towards a safety helicopter, they breathed a sigh of relief. More and more artificial spew began layering up inside the monster’s stomach and because of the plastic bag, the monster’s stomach bulged out. Layafettius watched from the gymnasium with his fingers in his ears…
 
KER-SPLAT!!!!
 
All that was left was a heap of food, building equipment and everything else.
 
“Magnificent work, Layafettius!”, shouted Mr Bouterkarluh from the helicopter. “I will give that an A++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++! As a result, you will not need to do any more science homework for the rest of your life!”
     “What about the school?” asked Layafettius anxiously. “It's all destroyed!”
     Just then, a small group of reporters huddled around Mr Bouterkarluh and congratulated him for killing the monster.
    “And as a reward we will pay you $700 million dollars!” announced the reporters, with cameras and microphones surrounding him. “I’ll use the money to rebuild the school,” said Mr Bouterkarluh to Layafettius, who could not have been more relieved.
 
EPILOGUE
“Isn’t this beautiful?” said Mrs Fettius. She and Layafettius were enjoying a holiday at the beach without having to drive there using Layafettius’ new and improved poo-powered teleporter. They also saved a lot on sewage bills by using the teleporter instead of a toilet. Layafettius’ house had been rebuilt using some of Mr Bouterkarluh’s $700 million dollars. Now the walls were resistant to every sort of chemical and the kitchen was placed where the laundry was. Everything was amazing and it would stay that way… hopefully.
 

Ashton Tan was born in Melbourne in 2006. So far in his life he has been extremely lucky that no radioactive chemicals have fallen into his food, turning into a monster and eaten him otherwise this story would not be read by you.

This story was written as part of a series of Creative Write-it workshops at Balwyn Primary School.

Huffing and puffing, Mackenzie wrote furiously in her diary.

Worst. Day. Of. My. Life! Nothing is more embarrassing than sneezing onto your crush in front of the whole entire school. Plus, to make it worse, about twenty kids took photos on their ipad. The whole story will be known by everyone by tomorrow morning and I’ll be the star of it. Never ever do I want this to happen again.

Earlier that day, Mackenzie had waited patiently for the school bell. She grabbed her bag, dumped it into her locker and headed to the hall. Today they would be announcing the winners of the Science and Mathematics Competition. Quickly taking her seat on the long wooden bench, she scanned the hall. The she saw him. Standing coolly against the wall, talking to a teacher. Jackson. Her fluttering heart beat swiftly inside her chest. Gazing dreamily at him, Mackenzie didn’t notice her best friend Wendy taking a seat beside her. The assembly had begun.

Wendy had just sat down next to me when the lights began to dim. Slowly, everyone’s voices silenced as the principal coughed loudly. I was too nervous to notice anything that was happening around me. Finally the thing I had been waiting for started. Jackson strolled onto the stage with a stack of paper. One by one, each student that had participated in the competition was called up, starting at the lowest received marks. The winner would be announced last. Negative thoughts started to fill me. What if I failed? What if I didn’t submit my project properly? Trepidation was the main thing controlling my mind. Then at last my name was called. I, Mackenzie Boguae, had come first in the legendary competition that even Einstein had competed in! As I climbed the steps leading up to the stage, I felt a slight tickle in my nose. It didn’t seem like much, so I ignored it and it soon went away. Jackson started to shake my hand. I felt the small tickle coming on again. Then I sneezed.

Epilogue
Jackson was so grossed out, he left the school.
To be continued...

Maddy Yong was born in 2006 and currently attends Balwyn Primary School. She loves Sudoku, maths, dachshunds and huskies. 'Just One Sneeze' is the first story she’s written with Creative Write-it.

The scorching pot filled with liquid bubbled madly on the stove. The liquid poured out bubbling like fire with sparks as big as lightning. It reached out for Jeffrey Bobbrey’s magical performance suit. The poison-like substance soaked into the suit, until it overflowed like a sponge that couldn’t soak up any more water.
 
Jeff entered the soaked room in awe and disgust. He ran towards the kitchen and squeezed through the very wide door, pulling his obese belly with him. He screamed as if he had been shot in the heart; he squelched until his lungs nearly burst and Oh boy! Oh boy! He scrunched and squeezed one hundred and ninety six times but his suit was ruined. His career was ruined. He stamped his foot. Now he could never be the best magician in the world. His brain was half paralysed, frozen. He had been depending on the performance that afternoon but now he’d blown it. He wanted to prove to himself and his audience that he was still the best in the world. Two years earlier, the public had decided his performances were boring and that he shouldn’t have been elected best magician in the world.
 
Jeff fumed his way to his room and jumped on his bed made with polyurethane, leaving a big hole. Questions dazed him:
 
‘Where will I find my new suit?’
‘What will I do?’
 
He thought and thought until his brain nearly burst and he was about to give up. But then, Eureka! He had a brain zap! His suit was magical and he was a magician. He should have thought about that before. He was acting like he was going to die when the problem could be fixed with just a little bit of common sense.
 
He screamed Abracadabra! and the suit was as dry and clean as new in less than one second.
 
That afternoon, Jeff strolled to his car and drove to the performance stage. As he hobbled up the stairs he huffed and puffed. He was excited and nervous at the same time. As he squashed through the door towards the stage, his ears tingled. Each sound from the audience made him want to jump in fright.
 
As Jeff went through his tricks one by one, the audience did not seem to be struck with awe as Jeffrey Bobbrey had expected. Still, he went on to his final trick. That’s when a random man in the audience threw a soft drink at his suit and it went splat all over it. The fizz made a ruffle and Jeff thought, That’s exactly what I need! He then screamed Abracadabra! and the suit dried instantly. Everyone was amazed.
 
Jeff laughed as he was awarded Best Magician in the World at the magnificent Melbourne Convention Center.


This story was written by Harrison Milas, Year 5, as part of a series of Creative Write-it workshops at Balwyn Primary School.

Gabriel Bergmoser is a Workshop Leader at Creative Write-it, based at our Fitzroy North Studio. His most recent book, Boone Shepard's American Adventure, was shortlisted for the Readings Young Adult Book Prize 2017. Read more from Gabriel at www.gabrielbergmoser.com.

There are a lot of arguments about what the first purpose of a story should be but at the risk of sounding reductive or shallow, your number one task as a storyteller is to entertain. This isn’t to imply for a second that the other stuff isn’t important, that you shouldn’t give comparable focus to having powerful themes, beautiful prose and relatable characters, but the simple, brutal truth is that none of those are worth very much if people find your story boring. 

Entertainment is treated as a dirty word by certain writers, but let’s take away the assumption that entertainment refers to popcorn movies and Twilight novels and look at entertaining for what it is; engaging an audience with every tool you have at your disposal. A heart wrenching emotional drama rooted in real issues and problems can be just as entertaining as a superhero blockbuster if done right. But doing it right is the hard part. The very first thing I teach any young writer who comes through Creative Write-it is what I see as the difference between good storytelling and bad storytelling, or more specifically the difference between ‘but, therefore’ storytelling and ‘and then’ storytelling. 

‘And then’ storytelling is pretty much what it sounds like; storytelling that is not based in clear turning points, huge twists and terrible obstacles for the characters, but instead just a bunch of stuff happening. Today I woke up and then I went to school and then aliens attacked and then the aliens blew up the school and then I turned into a crossbow wielding manatee and then I fought the aliens and then the aliens said sorry and then I became king of the world and then I decided that there would be no school ever again. It’s bad storytelling precisely because it sounds like a kid reeling off whatever comes to mind, with no clear structure or progression of narrative. Things happen just because, and while this sounds like something that is exclusive to young writers, learning to recognise ‘and then’ storytelling is something plenty of adult writers could stand to do as well. 

A case study that I am uniquely placed to discuss is my second novel and second instalment in an ongoing series, Boone Shepard’s American Adventure. I’ve often referred to this book as a ‘problem child’, because outside of a few vague ideas of what had to happen in it I didn’t really know what the story was. I knew my time travelling hero was stuck in America in the 1800s and needed to get home to the 1960s, I knew he would meet a bunch of famous musicians and I knew he would have a final showdown on a flying casino. Outside of that, there wasn’t much story and in the first draft it showed; Boone stumbled from situations to situation not because he was trying to achieve a certain objective or reacting to a particular obstacle, but just because. That first draft was ‘and then’ storytelling precisely because it just felt like I was making it up as I went along, throwing more and more absurd events at the page and hoping the audacity of what was happening would outshine the fact that, even by the absurd standards of Boone Shepard, none of what was happening made very much sense. Consequently, of all the friends I sent that manuscript to for feedback, I think maybe one actually finished it. The biggest issue with ‘and then’ storytelling is that it is ultimately really, really boring to read. 

Now let’s contrast this with an example of ‘but, therefore’ storytelling. Today I woke up and got ready to go to school BUT I had no toothpaste and I knew I was going to sit next to my crush so THEREFORE I couldn’t go to school with bad breath BUT when I asked mum to buy me some toothpaste she said I was already late and had to leave THEREFORE I ran away from home to buy toothpaste BUT realised when I got to the shops I had no money THEREFORE I had to steal the toothpaste BUT a policeman saw me and THEREFORE I had to go on the run and so on. 

The above is hardly an example of sterling narrative craft but the difference is stark. In the above story our audacious central character has an objective he is trying to reach and obstacles stopping him from getting there. Every obstacle (the BUTs) forces the character to react (the THEREFOREs) and leads organically to another obstacle, which leads to another solution and ultimately presents you with a story that makes sense, where the characters do what they do for logical reasons in response to clear problems.  

When the time came for me to re-write Boone Shepard’s American Adventure I decided to scrap everything I already had and, using the starting point established by the previous novel, go forward with ‘but, therefore’ storytelling in mind. Boone Shepard is stuck in 1800s America BUT he learns about a potential way home THEREFORE he goes on an adventure to find it BUT while he achieves his goal his best friend is left behind THEREFORE Boone is forced to try to go back for her BUT the bad guys take him captive THEREFORE he is forced to make a deal with Elvis Presley to help set him free in exchange for helping The King with his own problems and so on. 

It’s still silly, zany and ridiculous, but within the world the story inhabits it makes sense. Boone has an objective, he tries to achieve it, something gets in his way, he is forced to adjust his goals, and on the story goes until we reach a logical and satisfying conclusion. By structuring the story around a series of obstacles and reactions, causes and effects, the story immediately becomes not only engaging but satisfying, as nothing comes out of left field or feels like it’s been thrown in there for the heck of it, give or take an Elvis cameo. 

Having fun with your story is important, but so is the enjoyment of your audience. It is imperative that young writers are taught early how to keep their story moving and engaging in order to reel the readers in and leave them wanting to know what happens next. Teaching them the simple but deceptively effective difference between ‘but, therefore’ and ‘and then’ storytelling is one of the most potent lessons they can learn, and the earlier the learn it the better their work will be. ​
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Travelling
Genevieve Le Chan

The enduring world is in our hands,
I see the vibrant shades of this land,
 
I went to Patagonia and saw a natural wonder,
When thunder towered the city I thought the world would sunder.
 
I went Alaska where hikers climb,
Orcas fly and I can’t keep track of time.
 
I went to Kenya, dripping with sweat,
Animals and plants were all that I met.
 
I went to Venice where rivers circle the town,
At dusk and dawn it’s as gold as a crown.
 
I went to Switzerland and climbed the tallest mountain,
I drank the purest water from a natural fountain.
 
I went to Russia, St Pertersburg to be specific,
The view there is absolutely terrific.
 
I went to Bhutan which is very small,
And saw the dragon king behind the stone wall
 
I went to the Land Of The Rising Sun,
It is busy but also very fun,
 
I went to The Congo and became soaking wet,
The natives are so different to the Aussies I met.
 
I went to New Zealand, North and South,
And put sweet delicious Kiwi’s in my mouth.
 
I went to Samoa’s forest with pockets of blue,
I felt the fresh water slip through my shoe.
 
Our lands are separated by borders,
Without them all could be in order. 
   

It all started one night, similar to any other. The wind howled, crashing against the windows of a small cottage, rain poured down, splashing over the village. The next morning it would seem like the whole world was drenched. Autumn looked out the window, shivering slightly as a breeze rushed past. It was late but she knew she would not be able to get back to sleep, so she stepped outside, smelling the fresh air. At that moment a hand, bony and strong, gripped her ankle tightly, she jumped slightly. The hand continued to grasp her ankle, pulling her away from the house. Autumn stood on one leg violently shaking the other until a creature flew off, it was small but surprisingly vicious, as it sailed through the air it gave a quick snarl before falling to the ground, winded. There was a flutter of wings as it tried to fly onto her shoulder. Autumn ran back inside to her house deciding not to investigate.
     When Autumn awoke the next morning, she knew something wasn’t right, it took her a few moments to process her nightmare. But was it a nightmare or had it actually happened? This question troubled her for a while and after that she was still not sure. Autumn made herself some breakfast, then sat and ate as she thought. She frowned, puzzled, where were her parents? They were usually up by now.
     Autumn went to her parents’ room, leaving her breakfast half finished. What lay before her was utter chaos, feathers from the pillows were everywhere, the mattress was torn to shreds, strange powder that looked something like fingerprint dust was heaped on the floor, and the ornamental swords that hung above the doorway were gone, but what worried Autumn most was the blood, a large puddle of crimson liquid, there was just too much of it, her parents must be dead or seriously injured. Autumn collapsed on the floor, horror stricken, and then her mind returned to the creature… A fox kills all the chickens even if it doesn’t eat them all. It hit her that the creature must have been trying to kill her last night, and that it had similar traits to a fox. Her parents’ room was a kind of proof that that the creature did exist and it wasn’t just part of a dream or her imagination.
     Autumn decided that the only way to relieve her anxiety and the empty feeling inside her stomach was to investigate further, she knew that there were books, many books on animals in the family library. Maybe if this creature had been spotted before, it might be recorded in one of the books. Whether it was or not, Autumn knew she would release revenge on the creature for possibly murdering her parents.
     Autumn stood up shakily, hoping each book in the library was still intact and that the creature hadn’t got to any of them. She walked up the long winding stairs, towards the attic where the books were stored, terrified at what would await her, she pushed hard on the door, nothing, then remembering you had to pull, she pulled, but to her horror it was stuck fast, the tool-shed was the only answer.
     Autumn ran downstairs charging into the front door. Trying violently to push it open. But it didn’t open, it was locked. Autumn tried to think of a way to escape from the house to the tool-shed to find some tool that might open the library but she could think of no such escape route. “I know the windows won’t open” she said to herself “I can’t smash them they’re made of bulletproof glass; how else could I escape?” no other ideas emerged. A shadow scuttled across the floor before disappearing from view, it was the creature…
     Autumn, armed with a kitchen knife, stood terrified, eyes scanning back and forth. She was sure the creature was somewhere, hiding, waiting for her. the creature appeared again, out of nowhere, it seemed. The creature ran towards Autumn, its bony hand once again clutched her ankle, tugging on it leading Autumn somewhere unknown. Through the kitchen into Autumn’s own room, there on her desk was a note [it had been there the whole time but she hadn’t noticed it].

Autumn,
I am sorry I didn’t tell you this myself, but you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. Last night, after you were in bed, I cut my arm badly, and am in hospital. The front door is locked, as is the library door, your mother is in there working, if there is anything you need just knock on it.

So, my parents mustn’t be dead, Autumn realised. The blood in their room must be from my father’s arm “but what about the ripped mattress and the feathers from the pillows?” She said this part aloud, and the creature looked up at her guiltily. “So, it was partly you,” she said to it “sorry I blamed you for all of it”.
     Over the next few years Autumn and the creature, which she named Erasmus, became great friends. Autumn never found out what species Erasmus was nor what gender. Erasmus was sometimes like a dog though much more intelligent, Erasmus could understand everything that Autumn said. Erasmus was always there no matter what, whenever anything bad happened Erasmus would appear from nowhere, even at school.
     Unknown to Autumn her father had gone somewhere quite different to hospital, and her mother was doing something much more exciting than average work; the bulletproof glass and the stuff that looked like fingerprint dust all added up to the same thing…
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Penny & Liam’s Big Adventure
By Rohan Kinariwala
 
Long ago, lived two best friends, Penny and Liam. They had very different personalities. Penny was the one with all the creative ideas and Liam was the one who knew all his times tables and mathematics. One morning, Penny had an idea to go on an adventure to explore the savanna. Of course, he couldn’t go without his best friend. When Penny told Liam his idea Liam was all for it.        The next week they set off…but they did not know that Penny’s dad was following them.
     They took a long journey through the savanna that went on for 100 miles. But Penny was very bossy and insisted he knew the way when he didn’t. They were soon very tired and very lost. After what felt like hours, they came upon a mysterious cave.
     They decided to go inside to rest for a little while. They had just walked in a little way when suddenly Liam stepped into black sticky mud. When Penny tried to pull him out he also fell in as well. Both of them were stuck.
     “Help! Help!” they yelled, struggling in the mud.
     Suddenly a big crack appeared in the roof of the cave and then a whole piece of the roof came off. Someone jumped in. They struggled to see who it was as the person came closer.
     “Dad!” Penny yelled, recognising him.
     “You boys have a lot of explaining to do,” said Penny’s dad, pulling the boys free of the mud. He then made them promise never to go off by themselves again.

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Lost at School
Sowmya Stvakumar
 
Mum and dad sat me down on the grubby sofa with cups of coffee in their hands.
     ‘Why do you want to talk to me?’ I said politely.
     ‘Well, sweetheart you are going to be starting school next term and tomorrow you are going to have a tour around the school,’ mum said.
     ‘This includes getting to see your new teacher and seeing your classmates for your
new class,’ dad added happy to finally have his turn at talking. A shiver went through my body.
     ‘There is no need to be scared,’ said mum.
     The next morning, mum woke me up really early.
     ‘Do I have to go to this school tour?’ I whined.
     ‘Yes,’ declared mum. ‘Quick, quick, you only have half an hour left.’
     Mum dressed beautifully. She had long dangly earrings and a beautiful long dress which was very bright.
     ‘Mum, this is just a school tour, you do not have to look glamorous and pretty,’ I said.
     ‘I can dress how I like and I want to stand out in the crowd,’ said mum.
     ‘What is all this chit chat about, let’s go!’ yelled dad. We hastily got into the car and drove off.
     In the blink of an eye, we were there. “Wow, that took us about five minutes,’ I cried.
     ‘Yes. You should be happy that your new school is so close to our house,’ said mum.
     There were a lot of people pushing and shoving outside the school. Babies were crying and kids were squealing. It was very loud and frightening.
     ‘Stay with me,’ cried mum, scared that she was going to lose me. Mum held my hand as tightly as she could in her sweaty palms. Eww, I thought, I was glad when my hand slipped from hers.
Suddenly, I couldn’t see where my mum and dad were. I started to panic. ‘Help, help!’ I cried trying to get someone’s attention, tears streaming from my eyes.
     A little boy came running up to me. ‘I know where your parents are, follow me,’ he said and sprinted away.
     ‘Hey, wait for me!’ I shouted, happy that someone had found my parents. I ran after the boy and soon I was back with my parents.
     ‘Oh, darling we were looking for you everywhere,’ mum said with tears in her eyes.
     ‘I was looking for you too,’ I said thinking how careless my parents were. ‘Where were you?’ I asked.
     ‘Well, we wanted to go and see your teacher but then you let go of my hand,’ replied mum.
     ‘So you left me behind?’ I demanded.
     ‘No of course not. We were looking for you. But we are both very sorry and we promise we will never let go of you again,’ mum said.
     I ran up to mum and gave her a big hug. ‘I forgive you,’ I whispered.


Catistars
By Claire Yeung
 
Do you know what Catistars are? No? Well Willow didn’t either, until recently.
     Willow was a panda, she hadn’t won a single gold star and everyone in her village had. Her mum always said that to get a gold star award she had to make a new friend, but she knew everyone in her town already!
     She heard about these awesome star things called Catistars, so she went to set out on her journey to find them. When she got there, there was a huge sign saying SUPER DANGEROUS DO NOT GO IN!
     She said to herself, “Do I go? Do I not?”
    So she pushed a big red button and the cave door opened, she was amazed how the Catistars looked like actual cats.
     She said to them, “Hi Catistars, I’m Willow, how are you doing? Do you want to be friends?”
     Instead, they zoomed off past Willow, leaving a sticky jelly trail.
     Willow shouted, “Come back!” and started crying, she felt like she wouldn’t be friends with anybody anymore. But what she didn’t know, was that this experience was an attack from a Catistar.
     Her mum didn’t know where she was, so she called Willow and talked her through, quickly enough that she snapped out of her misery. She went quickly through the woods and got the Catistars and returned them to the dark cave.
     She got the gold star award for being the being hero of all by saving her town from the Catistars and their spells. Finally she had her first gold star award and she celebrated all night.
 
 

 
 

Zach’s Imagination
by Zachary Wong
 
Hi, my name is Zach. Today I’m going to tell you about my imagination. One bad, bad, bad day I vanished to a big, bubbly river. When I started to drown to my death, I vanished again.
     “What the hey!”
    I reappeared in the Forest of Dreams and I was stuck in a branch. Then I heard thump! thump! thump!
     It was a big T-Rex!
     “Arrrghhhhh!”
     In all the chaos, I vanished again.
     “Why does this have to keep on happening?”
     I kept on disappearing and reappearing, it was getting really annoying. Now I was where the rocky stepping stones were at the Bubble River. I went to jump onto the first stone but I failed - I slipped and fell into the Bubble River.
     Then when I was underwater, I saw something glowing. When I went closer to it, I saw that it was a portal. I swam up, I touched it, BOOM! I teleported again.
     “This is the worst day of my life!”
     But at least I was finally back home. For now. Phew.


Lost in the Desert
by Isaac Woon
 
It was really hot when I woke up. I was in a dark sandstone cave in the desert! I felt scared. I was alone in burning desert.
     In the distance, I could see a few granite mountains and some obsidian mountains. There was a rainbow mountain in the middle of the other mountains. I wanted to go, because it looked safe.
     Luckily, I was wearing high tech shoes, t-shirt and shorts with super light, super cooling-warming system for whatever situation I was in. I also had a new travel backpack. In it was an invisible headphones, with a water shooter that shot water in my mouth whenever I was thirsty. There was also some dry food, a mini cooler bag with lots of fruits in it, a jumper, some long pants and a tiny bed with shelter that can grow to its normal size.
     I put on some shoes that can make you run very very fast. I found them in my jumper pocket. I ran towards the mountain. On my iPhone, I installed a special app called Survival GPS. It said that the mountain was like ONE TRILLION KILOMETRES AWAY!!!
     “This is going to be a very long trip,” I told myself.
     Suddenly there was a loud bang. I checked my backpack for a quick snack, an energy bar and a peach. When I opened my backpack I saw a fluffy talking bunny eating my dumplings! I was so surprised that I jumped three metres into the air!
     I asked the bunny was he was doing. He said he was starving and he was tired, and then he galloped away.
     I started running again. Suddenly the mountain disappeared out of my view and appeared right behind me. I changed my running shoes into super light shoes and I put on a jet pack that I found under a rock. It was dirty so I cleaned it with my jumper then I flew up the mountain.
     After what felt like three thousand days and three thousand nights, I reached the top. I climbed through a trapdoor and fell through a portal. There was a colourful light and I touched it.
     Then I woke up. It was just a dream! I was relieved that it wasn’t real.


The Teacher in the Snow
By Elise Pitts
 
One day there was a teacher named Elise who went to the snow. When she got there, she climbed up the mountain. She made a snowman and then thought to herself, “I made a boy, how about I make a girl?” So she made a snow girl.
     She loved the view of the mountain, then she fell going too close to the edge and broke her leg. She went to the hospital, she had an x-ray and she had fractured her leg, so at least it wasn’t broken.
     She was in pain and she was crying. The next day she went home from the hospital and went to sleep straight away. She had a party on that night, but she was in a wheelchair and couldn’t go.
     She had to tell Mia, her friend, “I can’t go to your party.”
     Upset, she went to the park to clear her head and feel better.
     Three years later, she was much better. She was so happy that she could do more and go to more parties - yay yay yay! She did go back to the mountain because she still loved the snow, but she was very careful not to go too close to the edge.
 
 
Ruby and Ben
By Mia Kappadath
 
Once there lived a robot. But this robot was very lonely. Her name was Ruby. She had no friends.        One sunny evening Ruby went to the park to try to get some friends and at the park she saw a … VERY HANDSOME ROBOT! She really wanted to introduce herself but Ruby hadn’t had a bath for weeks. So she quickly went back home and took a lovely shower hoping that the robot was still at the park.
     After the lovely shower she thought, ‘Hmmm I’m not that pretty right now’. So she went to her beautiful flower garden and picked some marigolds and put them in her hair. Ruby quickly drove back to the park. Just as Ruby saw the handsome robot he came closer and said ... ‘Hello, my name is Ben.' 
     ‘Aghh my name is Ruby,’ she replied.
     They talked for an hour and soon they became good friends.