Samiyar S., Year 7
They lived underground. Ever since ‘they’ had come, the above was no longer safe. We still told stories of looming trees and ripe, colourful fruits, but they were just stories. The grounds people could not go above, or else they would be punished. Adam prepared his gear. He took his black vest out of the cupboard and pulled it on. He then pulled his hood over his head, with two small slits for his eyes. He looked at the clock: 11:57pm. It was too late already. Adam swung his backpack over his shoulders and strode out of his room. Mr Flaherly sat down calmly drinking a cup of tea. Mr Flaherly had been good to Adam. Ever since Adam was a young boy. Flaherly had taken him in.
Genevieve L., Year 5
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.
Audrey I, Year 6
I wake up to chaos. Something is jutting into my arm, pain shooting through it as I return to consciousness. A black cloud of dust hangs in the air, peeking out from the splintered wood. I groan, and try to get up, but my body doesn’t listen to me, and whatever is making my arm feel like it’s on fire is stopping me from moving.
Bianca S, Year 3
Once there was a fairy whose name was Twinkle. Every morning she went to the fireflies and fed them till they were full. Her friend Janet was jealous of her because Twinkle got to feed the fireflies and Janet didn't. Janet was so jealous that the next day when Twinkle started feeding the fireflies Janet popped up and said, “Can I have a turn?”
“Yes,” said Twinkle. But Janet just snatched the food and ran away with it. Twinkle felt bad.