By Natalie Hardwick Daylight breaks a soft twilight whisper, The bitter winter breeze becomes chillier and crisper. Winds whistles in the...

By Natalie Hardwick Merlot Trees Scarlet leaves hang from Merlot trees Swaying gently in the crisp Autumn breeze The leaves as red as...

By Clare Horan and Remy Savell-McKean Some of you may have heard the name; Walter Keane, or you may have not. However, I can assure you...

By Carissa Kidner Summer is the sun on my bright red cheeks. Summer is the laughter of people at the beach. The jacaranda falling around...

By Mia Circosta Morning Waiter It was dark. I don't particularly like the dark. For good reason too. My sole purpose is to destroy it....

By Sara Horan Observance is easier. Blending in is easier. In life or at the very least in school (which could definitely be counted as...

By Gian Ellis-Gannell Editor in Chief Twice before, a book had turned him inside out and altered who he was, had blasted apart his...

By Nicola Rakuljic Editor in Chief The birds chirp sweetly in the trees, calling for each other, their song the same as always. Like a...

By Zara Oong Nothing more blissful than the magical touch on my hand The tenderness and tranquillity - lovingly vast, The sanctuary of my...

By Isabella Tziolis You know, our hearts are like monsters, that’s why our ribs are cages. Broken. Shattered. Destroyed. A heart once...

By Grace Redfern 4th lane way, down past the traitor trees that hang with tired tyre swings and tulips on a tethered string. don’t stray...

A list written by Eliza King and Molly Hanly with a few of their 'unanswerable' questions.

A creative poem written by Nicola Rakuljic...

By Beatriz Fernandez The New York Visual Arts and Drama Tour; eventful, educational and exciting. It is a city full of history and a hub...

By Eliza King 1. Why did the student eat his homework? Because the teacher told him it was a piece of cake! 2. What is brown, hairy and...

By Olivia Langford Purpose of the Story: This piece was written to expose the stark contrast in lifestyles between those who reside in...

By Mia and Halle-Beth Jones As I stand on a hill, strong and proud, I look out to the valley below me, my branches gently sway in the...

By Nicola Rakuljic Chapter 4 JAMES The piece of paper in front of me calls to me, it’s promise of acceptance from my Master singing in my...

By Nicola Rakuljic Chapter 3 When I reach the classroom, I am out of breath and confused from the directions, or more like the circles my...

By Nicola Rakuljic Dear James, I wish you luck on your journey to the outskirts. Be safe and be wary of suspicious strangers. You have...

By Mia Jones Outside my window I notice winter walking toward the house His cane clacks the sidewalk like hailstones His cloak cast such...

By Nicola Rakuljic The Fire Tribe Chapter 1 You lick your lips as you stare at the board, trying to make sense of your teacher’s writing....

By Mia Jones, year 7 She was screaming, falling, helplessly through the air. I stared straight up into the poor little girl’s eyes. I...

By Abigail Roberts, year 10 Travelling with a Beat The joyful chimes of the xylophone fit perfectly with the slow, deep beats of the...

A Short Story by Nicola Rakuljic, year 10 “Come on Charlie! It’s not really haunted!” Charlie stood in front of the house, not moving...