Writing

All Alone

Falling from the sky

All alone

Oh my

A box at the bottom of the sea.

Hitting the wave

All alone

A salty grave

A box at the bottom of the sea.

Sitting on the sand

All alone

Away from land

A box at the bottom of the sea.

How did I get here?

All alone

A black square

A box at the bottom of the sea. 

Thinking what could have been

All alone

Unseen

A box at the bottom of the sea.

Forever in the blue

All alone

Without you

The box at the bottom of the sea.

Written by Georgia 

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The Forest

  

Swinging through the calm, green forest

Strong vines carry us all the time

PING!

The vine snaps

BANG!

A whole wave of pain travels through my flimsy body.

Look around

Where is it going?

The forest is leaving

Cringe, as I watch trees tumble to the ground

The forest is leaving

All the leaves beneath my furry feet, blow away with the wind.

I’m left standing on something cold and hard

The forest is leaving

Suddenly all these tall, white things start appearing

They are full of creatures that I have never seen before

The forest is leaving

All this noise has come out of nowhere.

It scares me...

No more rustles or birds singing, it sounds like horns beeping and people screaming

The forest is leaving

Things are rushing past, leaving me cold and scared

The forest is leaving.

I take one last look around and I know...

The forest has left.

Written by Ella

   

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Fantasy Writing

 Fantasy Writing II

My legs ache. I adjust my back against the rough wrinkled bark of the tree, sensing it sway and creak in the miniscule breeze.  The sounds of the forest surround me.  The melodies of birds and the odd mangled howl echo in the distance.  The faint trickles of the creek nearby mask its juggernaut power; it erodes the rock and earth at a snails pace.  Of course, the eerie vast resonance of the forest remains; so too, the continuous hissing of pistons and whirring of joints from my vibrating mechanical arm.

My back slides down the rough tree and I relax into a nonchalance state.  My mind wonders and questions the absence of animals - no jittery squirrels, shy deer or slinking foxes.  Only the birds can be heard.  They remain absent from sight, resting safely in the trees.  I examine the ubiquitous frilly brown fungi that litter the forest floor.  I question, Are these mushrooms safe to eat? They could make a tasty snack if I washed them in the creek nearby.   

Written by Anzac 

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"Untitled"

The hag threw her deformed head towards the starless midnight sky and shrieked the words of the dragon.  Her thin and frail bone structure morphed into a monstrous stone beast.    The dirty mud stained remains of her tattered rags, spiraled onto the dusty gravel road to reveal the once ancient, frail hag, to now be a towering stone scaled juggernaut.

Written by Fergus 

  

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She scurried to gather her things, only to find it all gone.  She grabbed the dagger from her light brown leather satchel.  She looked up and saw footprints.  They were not those of a human, or wolf -  they were too large to be anything that lived around here.

Elwin was a renowned elven hunter.  Her skin dark, blending in with the shadows; her long white hair hidden by her black, shadowy hood.  Her steps were swift and silent.  Her tracking skills, those of a bloodhound.   

Written by Theo

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The Last Light

Nearly every flower was either hurriedly searching for food, or curled up under an old crumbled leaf.  If not, they were dead.  The only things left were the creatures of darkness, and the fog and mist that surrounded them.  It hadn't always been like this.  

Once, the flowers would dance as birds harmonised in the trees.  The squirrels would play 'capture the flag' and 'dodge-ball' with the different acorns; while the mice rode bullfrogs in a tree stump rodeo.  None of the creatures had to worry about the living shadows, as each tribe was guarded by a forest spirit.  These spirits were called sakuras.  They were bigger creatures, about one and a half metres tall, and they emitted a reddish/pink light out of their chest.  They were half human... half plant... 

Written by Brayden

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There's a Dragon in Town

 "There hasn't been a dragon attack since... well... I don't remember when the last attack was.  I think it was about 100-200 years ago," the old man said to the little kids.  

Well, my name is Boris and my family died when I was a little boy.  The name of our town is Goonk.  I am an elf and I live in a town of elves.  There is a sacred cave in the abandoned trees by the mountains. 

To be continued...

Written by Louie

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Poems about Difference

Discrimination on Gender

Yes, I’m a girl and no I don’t mind
Different treatment is not all right
I should not stay at home and clean the house
I should not stay at home and look after the kids.

I should be able to do anything I want
Like going into the army or being a police woman
And not be told
“You’re a girl you can’t do this.”

But I will do it anyway
And fight for women's rights!
I might be a little different
but that’s all right.

Written by Ella

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When Bullies Strike

Top marks in P.E
and biggest in size
Yet bullies still yell,

"He ate all the pies!"

Coming to school with a smile, 

A big grin on my face, 

When a herd of kids shout
‘Egg his face!’

Later at lunch,
Still covered in yoke,
I watch a bully eat,
Hoping he chokes.

But he catches my stare
I’m now filled with fear
A banana to the face,
Oh, what a disgrace!

Tired of this bully, 

Well, I’m double his size
I hit him in the face 

Right in his eyes.

No more do I fear, 

This evil glare,
I’m always filled with might,
When a bully strikes.

Written by Brayden