Stanley Scribe
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Table of Contents 1
Unexpected Adventure By Chelsie DeLeon
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Tiger Territory By Darci Evans
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To Overcome By Elise Sawell
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The Bridge By Halle Pellegrane Cozens
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The Last Ones By Josh Roe
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The Demons Curse By Kaylin Dicker
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The Lonely Survival By Mikala Jordan
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Pandora's Forest By Oliver Vinton
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The Hunted By Seth Bright
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The Waters Edge By Tani Hughes
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The Broken Family By Zachary Hodnett
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The Last Time By Zara Stewart
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Situation Zero By Joshua Sharp
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Alongside the Amazons By Laura Slorach
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Misery By Suphisara Sunantha
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The Vortex By Taylah Bowden
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UNEXPECTED ADVENTURE By Chelsie DeLeon I opened up my eyes from a long trip to what they call an amazing sight. It was true it was like the mountains had eyes staring at me. The piece of treasured land was covered in trees with patches of houses. I got out of the car, the whistling breeze brushed past me and the trees were calmly moving as if they were trying to tell me something. As I looked out across the mountains it was as if the sky was leading to an end, but was it really? Mum called from behind “Come on we’ve got to get started.” We were going on a mountain walk, that’s the actual reason we came to this wonderful place. As I started the walk I felt scared of the one hour journey ahead. My feet shuffled along the rocky dirt path gazing at the vines smothering the trees for support to live. Thirty-five minutes in, we walked in silence listening to the birds calling continuously to find their loved ones, to find their way to their territory, maybe they are calling because they’re afraid of who we were and what we were doing here, I just didn’t know. I was afraid of doing this walk, but now I feel safe with the trees enclosing me, while choosing their own path getting to the sun, but still keeping in the darkness. I felt like I belonged to this place. Not wanting to leave, I realise there was only twenty- five minutes left to enjoy this magical place. **** We were at the end of the walk. It was hard to leave this magnificent place where the trees whispered cries to me and the birds called among the twisted trees and the rocky pathway leading you to what you always wanted. As I walked out past the exit, I looked at mum, mum looked back at me. We walked towards the car parked in the spot facing the wonderful view that I saw before we entered the walk. I loved this place I wanted to live here because I felt trapped in my house and it was like I was getting no air, I felt claustrophobic and squished and why, I will tell you… earlier in the morning around seven-thirty am, I peeked out from under the blankets -5-
and looked at my date clock to make sure it was actually Saturday and yes it was. Finally the long tiring week was over. **** As I wandered down the sturdy brown stairs to get breakfast I heard a knock at the door. I quickly walked over and answered it. It was Aunt Bell. “Hi Aunt Bell, come in,” I said unenthusiastically. Truly I didn’t really like Aunt Bell but I just pretended. She was the kind of women who always wanted her way and she always thought she was the best and that everyone must love her but that wasn’t what everyone really thought of her. Anyway while mum and she had a warm coffee I got dressed in a black skirt and a flowered singlet. I straightened my hair and then laid on my bed listening to my music. **** Mum called me down “Come on down Emily, I need to speak to you.” I miserably walked down the stairs to the small kitchen, “Yes Mum?” “What’s wrong, why are you so miserable today and not really wanting to talk, you didn’t even try to start a conversation with Aunt Bell?” “I’m only miserable because I’m not feeling that happy today and just would like some fresh air.” “Ok then, why don’t we go on a rainforest walk, just get changed into a more appropriate outfit” replied mum. My heart was pounding with anxiety, I had never been on a rainforest walk before. I just needed to feel some fresh calming air on my face. I was so full of eagerness and excitement to do this walk even though I was really worried. I hurried to get changed so I could meet mum at the door. As soon as we know it we were on the highway travelling and after forty minutes we reached this indescribable place. This is why I wanted to live in this kind of place. Where the breeze was calming and refreshing, I just really felt at home, but of course we had to leave this magical place and return home. -6-
Tiger Territory
By Darci Evans Burpengary State Primary
This story is dedicated to Mr Collins Who taught me all I know about writing, and my Mum and Dad who gave me the whole idea of tigers ď Š
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Tigers were the passion of this zookeeper, not once had he thought that this could go wrong. The thrill of working with these mighty cats was incredible, but all that was about to change Felix seemed like your normal guy, had a phone, drove to work and drove back. Except he wasn’t. He worked with the beasts known as tigers. Inside the enclosure the ferns wavered. They were here. Felix didn’t flinch, he wasn’t scared. Felix was their alpha. He stared into the depths of their amber eyes and saw the fire within not only them, but him. Faint growls told him that they were in a bad mood. No one could tame these wild beasts like he could. Felix had a way with them, like he could know what they were thinking. He was brave, his pure courageous heart was the only match for them. “Charlie!” he commanded. Felix stared down the tiger while keeping control of the other two. “Delta! Come back!” she was creeping around the back of him. “Echo!” this one was going to pounce if he didn’t stop her. ● ● ● Felix finished with the tigers and stood gazing over the enclosure. It was dappled with ferns, and purple flowers sprouted underneath the leafy trees. This was the tigers’ home, and Felix felt that this was his home as well. “Felix get over here now!” The boss’s call interrupted his thoughts. “Yes Dad?” Felix replied. “Felix your tiger show is bringing in the customers,” he said looking proudly at his son. “And you know, the more customers… the more dollars,” and he showed a greedy smile. Why can’t they understand! Felix was angry. No! Furious! I’m not doing this for the money, or the people. The only ambition I have is for the tigers’ happiness. Felix brushed his sandy blonde hair out of his face. The tiger inside him was bristling with rage. He just wanted to scream to the world and all the people that didn’t understand and just yell out his fury. ● ● ● Now that he was back in with the tigers, his troubles melted away. Felix’s gaze drifted to the stones lying uselessly in the sandy clearing. At -8-
the moment he had the tigers lunch clamped in his hands. On the menu today was beef flank. Three tigers trotted into the glade. He’d done this countless times, Echo seemed a bit unusual, whiskers twitching with rage, she snarled. Startled Felix took a step back and tripped. SHOOT!!! The rocks. He stumbled to his feet only to be knocked down again. Echo had clasped her jaws around his leg. He crawled away and struggled to stand, but the other two had crept up behind. Delta gave an enormous leap and Felix hit his head on the hard ground. ● ● ● BEEP…BEEP…BEEP. Felix jolted upright. The last thing he remembered was jaws bearing down on him and claws slashing at his face. “You hit your head pretty hard” Felix turned his head to see his dad. “Come on we’ll get you back to work”. Every bone in his body was screaming at him to stay in bed but he had to work. A voice inside his head was chanting something “the … tiger… left…is gone” or something. He flicked back to reality as his father led the way through the hospital and out to the car park. The journey to the zoo was mostly silent, until he got out of the car because there were reporters and cameras everywhere. “Why did they attack you?” “Do you hold the zoo responsible?” Questions. Questions. Questions. He was fine. Not including his new fear of tigers. His dad walked up to him. “Right. When are you good to work with the tigers?” “Never.” His father looked at him with an utterly shocked look on his face. “But you have to! The tigers are the main reason we have customers a…” Blah blah blah. Felix just walked away but he could still feel his dad’s eyes burning into him. Monkeys. That’s what he would work with. Organising the monkey’s afternoon tea his skin prickled under the olive green uniform. Getting frustrated that he couldn’t get left alone angrily to his dad he said “What do you want?” “I want to know why you won’t work with the tigers.” “It’s not won’t it’s can’t.” He paused and the fear inside made his heart race, clutching its cold claws around him taunting “scaredy cat” the whisper was deadly silent. “So you physically can’t work with the tigers” His voice snapped him out of his nightmare. “Yeah exactly that” Felix retorted “I’ll work with the monkeys and that’s that!” He’d made up his mind. Just because the boss was his dad that didn’t mean that he could -9-
manipulate him to do something that was once so easy but now almost impossible. ● ● ● Felix found himself staring over the massive creatures’ enclosure. Flash. A kid was sitting on the rail of the cage. Flash the camera snapped once more. THUD! The kid fell. Instantly the tigers head turned to the kid. The boy was too short to climb the fence. Every muscle in side was screeching for him to leap over and save him. Save him. The words echoed in his mind as he found himself leaping over the edge between the child and the approaching tigers. “Delta!” He yelled. Felix’s piercing gaze made the tiger shrink back and belt off. “Stop Charlie!” he leaped back when he heard his shout. Echo didn’t even have to try she was pelting back through the trees. He lifted the boy over the fence barrier. A rush of pride swirled through him. Felix was once again the alpha TIGER. ● ● ●
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To Overcome By Elise Sawell “Help, somebody help!” I scream my lungs hoarse, the thick scent of pine needles and rotting leaves clog my senses like a bird drowning in oil. My sister has slipped and fallen from high up in our favourite pine tree and now lays in agony, hardly breathing, and her beautiful face a pale mask, with her legs twisted under her like a crumpled rag doll. There is blood too. Mum and Dad come running in the direction of my cries. I bury my head in my hands and whimper and sob uncontrollably as they scoop us up. Somehow we are back at the house. Mum runs to grab some blankets, and Dad brings the car round and gingerly lays my sister in the back seat. We are driving home. I snatch at hope, hope that everything will be all right, that we’ll be back in our forest again soon. I sit up in bed, “How’s Danny?” I ask Dad who’s hovering nearby. “Not good, she’s getting worse, we’ll have to take her to the hospital tomorrow, so I hope you have a good day tomorrow,” Dad explains to me. How long would Danny be kept here? Can she endure the pain? The thumping in my head was unbearable. How could this happen to my Danny? Late afternoon. A storm is brewing. I run to the forest, a sultry wind whips my face. My feet are on fire. I want to dance with this storm. The lightning is my drum, the rain belts the rhythm, the thunder claps and the pine trees are my audience. All I need is to let the band begin and off I’ll go swirling and twirling. Twinkling lights and faint whispers reach my ears, those little calls to come back were louder than the band playing around me. Those little lights are beckoning me to come home, they always do that and then they crush my happiness with a huge issue – “Danny’s troubles” yet my dancing feet of fire has sent its adrenaline and energy to my brain telling me in one word “Go!” - 11 -
Anxious figures call me home, they have been worried but I had needed that audience of pines. I needed all the faith I could muster. I would overcome any barrier that blocked me, with a fierce determination to succeed! Danny is so sick. She goes to hospital more days a week then she stays at home, I really miss her. I’m in a disgusting smelling, disinfected hospital ward standing 5 meters away from her. I want to reach out to her but my feet feel like they’re wading through glue. I need hope. I need determination. Danny is dying I know that, however everyone thinks I’m too young to understand and whisper around me. They give me pitiful looks and I loathe the whispers. I must reach Danny. I am a solitary magpie high on its perch in our forest. But there is no warble in my throat. It has locked tight and jammed with sandpaper. Down there my sister lies fighting for her life as the wretched odour of antiseptic drifts around her. She reaches out weakly and takes my hand. Motioning for me to come closer, over the buzz of the lifesaver hooked up to her she gathers strength and whispers in my ear. Her voice echoes around the cavernous room like a cathedral choir. “You know I’m dying, remember, have courage and faith in God,” and with those words she vanished from my life. I awoke from my nightmare. I breathed the biggest sigh of relief, it had all been a dream and everything was fine. Danny hadn’t fallen, we hadn’t been to hospital in months and she hadn’t died but I just had to check. I padded softly into Danny’s room, leaned forward and noticed something unusual, I placed my hand onto a burning forehead, her red face made me gasp! Was my dream coming true? I tried waking Danny, she mumbled and whimpered. I called for Mum. The storm begins, yet all I hear is “Be Brave!”
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The Bridge By Halle Peelgrane-Cozens It was always there, even though Mum and Gran always said not to look. I never dare to go, as I never knew what lay beyond that rickety old bridge. I could always see it outside the window as we would sit in the living room. The smell of banana bread would fill my nostrils, but not today. The only smell in the room was cold and unpleasant. Depression and overwhelming sadness enveloped my emotions and I didn’t want to do anything but crawl in a corner to cry and think. My gran was always there for me. She was the strongest person I knew. She died a hero in my eyes, she saved me from myself. Today, I was packing her stuff into cardboard boxes. So many things were bringing back memories. The furniture, the teapot, the photos. My eyes were drawn to one picture. It was of gran, young, about 20. She was standing in front of the bridge, why hadn’t I seen this before. I turned the photo over slowly, as if I was scared of what I might I might find. I was shocked. It was a message… to me! It read. My dear London, Venture beyond your comfort zone. Take a step, as many as you need. Go over the bridge. I always wanted to go with you but I’m getting old and soon won’t be around. I know you have the courage within you. You will find a world of mystery and magic. A million questions flooded my thoughts. ‘How did this photo get here?’ ‘Could this just be a joke?’ ‘Should I go?’ I couldn’t deal with the pressure. I didn’t know what to do. My feet pushed themselves out the door, lead on by an invisible force. One step after the other. The journey to the bridge was painstakingly slow and frightful. But I’d made it. My eyes glared at the pathway over the water. It seemed like a never-ending distance. My legs hesitantly stepped onto the bridge. My whole life I had wanted to do this but been too afraid. My heart was pounding. I could hear my heavy breathing. I could taste the sweet air. My feet dragged along the - 13 -
rotting wood. There were so many questions I wanted to be answered. I felt drawn to the nature that lay in front of me. Excitement filled my body as I thought about what I may find. It was as though there was a force field separating fairy tale from reality, for as soon as I stepped off the bridge I had indeed stepped into a land of mystery and magic. Faeries, elves and goblins ran around my feet. It seemed so peaceful. But something broke that. A roar could be heard from miles around. Fire burned the leaves of trees. The mystical creatures ran into their mushroom homes. Shining red and green the creature strode into the village. It ripped the roof off a house and picked up the tiny elves inside. My first instinct was to grab something hard and peg it at it. I grabbed the biggest rock around me and threw it as hard as I could. It hit the big creature hard in the face and he dropped the elves. It threatened me with its eyes. I bolted off into the woods. Dragons, why dragons? My biggest fear! I decided I was going to stand up to my fear. Hesitantly I stepped out from behind the tree I was hiding behind. The dragon flew straight at me. I closed my eyes and prayed. As soon as the dragon touched my skin, it vanished into thin air. Suddenly my gran appeared. My Gran, who had died less than 24 hours ago. She stood right in front of me. I burst into tears and she hugged me. ‘You saved the village London!’ she smiled, ‘You stood up to your fear and it will no longer hunt the village, thank you!’ Lots of cheers erupted from the tiny creatures. ‘But you died Gran!’ was all I could say through tears. ‘Indeed I did, and now I am here for eternity’, she smiled. The whole village walked me to the bridge and when I got to the edge I waved and smiled. I was no longer afraid of this bridge. ‘What did you do all day London?’ my mum asked as I walked in the door. ‘Oh, nothing’, I said with a smile.
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The Last Ones By Josh Roe Ever since the Axians came to our planet nothing has been the same. Every animal big and small has been changing, mutating into other things. All the plants and trees have been changing colour and their fruits have been becoming poisonous. As for us humans, we have been dying out. With our environment rapidly changing, we can’t keep up. It’s funny how the prime species can lose control of their survival within the short space of a couple of months. The hunters become the hunted. Our only hope is to change our genetic code and mutate ourselves and fight back! If you are reading this, then our plan worked and our planet is safe, if not, then God save us all. Your probably wondering who we are, well we are the ones who will fight to the death for our planet. We must have courage. We must have strength. We will do anything to save our planet. To survive we have to hide, stay out of sight. We have to find a way to evolve and survive. We must fight to the end or our existence will end. We are the last humans and we will win.
07:35pm Mount Keiji “Get off your lazy backsides and get ready to leave!” screams Jayden our unofficial leader. We have been hiding for four months now and our food is getting dangerously low. Jayden is an extremely nice person but he can get a bit bossy at times, especially when we are looking for food. “Can’t we sleep in a bit more,” complains Matt who is my 6 year old younger brother. Sadly he is the only member of my family of seven that is still alive and I will protect him from those stupid, stinking Axians even if my life depends on it!
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“No, you can’t, we’ve got a big day ahead of us and its better if we have the cover of night if you don’t want to get caught by the Axians.” I say. “Well I know for sure I don’t want to get caught by them so let’s get moving,” calls Jesse in a confident tone. Jesse is the only girl, the rest of us are boys and even though she’s a girl, she’s probably more confident and brave than all of the boys put together. My name is Raphael, I make up the fourth and last of the human population that we know of, the last humans, the only people left on our run down planet. It’s been four months since the Axians took over our planet and slowly our population has died down and now it’s just the four of us. Me, Matt and Jayden and Jesse. We have made our own ways of living, sleeping during the day and moving during the night. The Axians always have patrol ships around but there are less during the night. “Come on, let’s go,” says Jayden in a whisper and we all follow. We change the place every night where we go out to find food. We have come close to death more than once and we don’t want it to happen again. Those stinking Axians are after us and nothing will stop them. I stick my head out of our little rocky hollow that we have called home for the last two days, and look around the surrounding area to see if the coast is clear. “It’s all clear,” I call back to the others and Jayden starts to crawl out of the hollow, motioning for the others to follow him. Once we’re all out we look around to see were the Axians are but all we can see is trees, I hear a branch snap and then all of a sudden Matt screams, “HELP ME!!” My heart stops when I hear him scream and I turn around in circles to try and find him, or at least see where he is. “Nooo!!!” I scream, as I break into a ball of tears. My eyes start gushing out water. These tears aren’t only for Matt but for all the stress there has been. I cry for what feels like hours but was probably five minutes. We will find Matt I keep saying to myself, we will find him.
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The Demons Curse By Kaylin Dicker “And the coin is… Gone,” she unfolded the piece of paper that had once clasped a coin, now a soft pocket of air dispensed its absence. Her wideeyed cousin gazed in awe and wonder bedazzled trying to figure it all out for himself. The girl, Ryle, grinned and stuffed the piece of paper in her pocket. “How’d you do that?” Rikkie demanded grinning, trying to blow a piece of hair out of his soft chocolate eyes, the same eyes that pierced hers. “Magic,” Ryle smiled with full lips. He gawked at her, “Like when you made the piece of paper float?” “Exactly,” she said snapping her fingers. A door opened and Ryle heard familiar footsteps enter the room. Rikkie wheeled past her in his wheelchair, the wheelchair that he’d been in for most of his young life, cancer had taken over his legs, years ago, and almost his soul, if only miracles happened, but the cancer was gone. For now. “Dad, Dad! I swear Ryle has magic powers!” He boomed to his father. He bent down to Rikkie’s height. “Really?” “Yeah! She can make a coin disappear and re-appear, and then she also can make a piece of paper float with her mind!” Rikkie’s dad chuckled and stood ruffling up his sons’ hair. He walked over to Ryle and thrust $20 at her, Ryle shook her head. “Take it,” he said in his best impression of Arnold Swartznigger but was sounding something like a cross between The Bane and an Oompa Loompa. “Come on, Ryle. I know you just got fired.” “I quit,” Ryle interrupted. - 17 -
“And what a lovely job you did at that.” Ryle grinned at the memory of her shoving a cupcake in her boss’s selfish face. Memory— One day, a hungry homeless man had walked into the small cafe. He ordered a sandwich, didn’t have enough money. “Oh, no, oh could you just hold on? Please? I’m sure I had enough…” He was devastated. “Oh, I’m sorry, for wasting your time, miss.” He started walking out of the café, he was as thin as a rake, nice and had the manners of god himself. “Sir,” Ryle rushed from behind the counter. He turned warily. “Sir, here, let me buy you a meal,” she said warmly. “Oh, thank you. Are you sure it’s not too much to ask of you?” She smiled. “It’s the least I can do.” Ryle bought him a meal, he had such lovely stories to tell, some made her laugh but most made her gasp. She knew he had much worse stories that he wouldn’t tell her, Ryle didn’t pressure him and gave him a sandwich when he left. The old man didn’t pay one cent. Later that day, her boss confronted her. One of the other co-workers snickered as she walked past. Her boss had ordered her, that customers, whoever they are, buy for themselves and if they couldn’t pay for themselves they should get lost. Ryle was furious. She’d quit that day.
End— “I don’t want it,” Ryle insisted. “Take it. I don’t know what I’d do without you babysitting Rikkie.” Ryle sighed and took the note. “Thanks,” she mumbled, Ryle frowned as she could feel a large headache nipping, slipping in and out of the shadows in the far corners of her mind. Rikkie’s dad walked past her ruffling up her hair as he did so, Ryle glared at him as he vanished into the kitchen. Ryle turned and bent down to Rikkie. “I got to go kiddo.” His face fell. “Aw, Ry. Please stay, just a couple more minutes. Please?” - 18 -
“Nah, sorry kiddo, I’ve got homework to do but hey, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ryle hugged him as she stood and he wheeled out after her as she walked out the front door slowly so Rikkie could keep up. “Have you got your bike?” Ryle faltered and gave him a look. “Rikkie, you know I do.” He smiled sheepishly. “Anything improved?” He asked. She frowned slightly. “Yeah… But hey I’ll be fine, I’m walking fine. Worry more about yourself than me. See you tomorrow.” Her red bike propped itself against the fence, Ryle set her bag in the basket and the helmet clipped together with a soft click. The wheels spun like they were in an Olympics race and the handlebars worked like they were an expert driver dealing with his gear stick in a mad rush as they dodged potholes in the old road like they were pieces of glass dipped in poison. England, absolutely freezing nine months of the year and cold the other three. Ryle saw how the sun was bleaching the ageing sky with orange and red pastels then, she saw the black 1972 Chevrolet El Camino driving smoothly up the ruined road like it was defying gravity, Ryle envied it. White hot pain jabbed at Ryle so suddenly she threw her bike down, cried out and her hands went to her head, immediately stumbling. Ryle’s vision was closing in on her all she could hear was her heart pounding in her own ears from all directions. Even as her eyes dimmed and slid shut, she saw the black Chevrolet roll up next to her and a pair of glowing eyes looking out. Her heavy eyelids hesitantly lifted, she saw black leather and sat up leaning against the unusually comfortable seat lazily. Ryle’s eyes snapped open and flickered everywhere like they were looking for snipers. “Relax, you’re safe,” said the soft voice, that could’ve been mistaken for silk, she could fall asleep to that voice if it weren’t for the fear that clouded her mind. His eyes that reflected through the rear view mirror, startling
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green eyes that practically glowed making them look like old jealous moss. Stared out to the road unblinking. Ryle looked around her and snatched up the gun that was in the back beside her, frightening her even more. “Where am I and who are you? And why the hell do you have a gun in the back of your car? Don’t you dare lie to me!” She demanded her voice quivering. “You’re safe, I’m just driving you home, Ryle. The gun, I thought it would make you feel more comfortable. My name’s Milo,” he said glancing at her through the rear view mirror, she could only see his eyes. “H-how do you know my name?” She said the gun wavering like an endangered flame. “It’s on your bike and school bag.” “Where… Where is my bike?” “In the boot of the car,” he responded. “W-what happened to me?” He turned to her for a moment. She saw horns that perched themselves on his head proudly, her face went paler than a ghost. “Same thing that happened to me,” he uttered. If it were even possible, she went paler. Hesitantly she put the gun down and her hands went to her head, shaking slightly. Ryle felt horns.
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The Lonely Survival By Mikala Jordan Daisy jumped with joy as she boarded the plane. She felt a rush of excitement as the planes loud engines turned on. She was heading to Hawaii to visit her grandma in hospital. Daisy knew this trip was not all about her, even though she wished it was. Her flight was going to be a long one, so she settled in for the long ride. “There is a storm up ahead! So if I were you I would hold on tight!” said a booming voice from the speakers above her. Daisy peeked out the plane window. The sky was grey and clouds covered the sky like a thick blanket. Daisy decided she would sleep through the storm. Daisy awoke to the sound of thunder and passengers screaming. It took a split second to figure out what was now happening. Scrambling to her feet, Daisy was trying to keep her balance as the plane swayed from left to right. “What is happening?” thought Daisy as she frantically tried to stay standing. The last sounds Daisy heard were screams of fear. Something flickered in Daisy’s face. She woke to a fly on her face. She could feel the cool sand underneath her. Waves started toppling over her with loud splashes. The cold, salty water made her jump. “Where am I?” she thought. A beautiful sunset lit the sky as it emitted colours all over. It looks as though Daisy was deserted on an island far away from any civilisation. It seemed as though her plane had crash landed into the water yet somehow she had made it to shore. Daisy checked to see if there were other survivors. But there was still one obvious problem that remained. How was she going to get back to Hawaii? Suddenly she felt anxious. Thoughts of sorrow rushed over her. She regretted not staying at home in bed. After wandering around for what seemed like forever Daisy found a small village in the bush that was surrounded by the beach. Children were running around, while mothers prepared dinner. Fathers were either working or fixing things up around the house. Children started to surround Daisy as though they all wanted an autograph. Then the swarm started to - 21 -
dissolve fast. Daisy found out why. The leader of the village came forward from the crowd. Silence fell over the group. The leader started to speak. “Who steps foot on my land?” said a screechy loud voice said. “Me,” Daisy said. She felt so shy. Daisy slowly explained that she had been on a plane to Hawaii and it crashed and that she had no idea where she was. Luckily, the villagers knew exactly where she was. It turned out she had crashed on one of Hawaii’s beaches and just had to keep going forward to find civilisation. Pleased and relieved, Daisy thanked the villagers and set on her way. Soon Daisy was desperate to find food and water which she could drink. She pushed her way through the bush. She tripped over almost everything until she almost fell on something that would hurt. It was concrete. She had found proof of human life. Starving and thirsty, Daisy trudged through one of Hawaii’s towns to her grandma’s house. At her grandma’s she knocked on the door and waited for her grandma to answer. When her grandma did answer the door Daisy smiled and thought, I’m finally safe. She told her grandma the whole story about the plane crash and her grandma reported it to the police. Daisy’s grandma d also called her mum to tell her she was safe and well. Daisy then moved into her grandma’s with her mum and moved schools. After that wild ride Daisy had enough of adventures for a while.
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Pandora’s Forest By Oliver Vinton Its tendril wrapped around my ankle and hauled me in. I beheld the colossal, fiery insides of the demon tree, as I felt my melting flesh slide off my bones and the smell of my burning flesh…. And then, I woke. Again and again I had this dream, again and again I woke in a cold sweat. I peeked out the window of my jet and was amazed at what I saw. The lush bushland and the jagged mountains covered in trees and bubbling streams. It was hard to believe I was almost there. Almost at the unholy birthplace of the fiery trees and strangling vines that had haunted my dreams for weeks. I was almost at Pandora’s forest. People had long wondered what was in Pandora’s forest, so named because of the horrors heard within it. Legend has it that in the direct centre of the forest, lay the “Hope Stone”, a stone that could rid man of all his woes and sins. But no man has ever gone in more than 50 metres past the tree line and lived to tell the tale. So eventually the people came to me, Francesco, the world’s greatest explorer. So I took as many gadgets and do-hickeys as I could and boarded my jet for the tedious 6 hour flight. As I was about to jump out to parachute into the forest below I thought, “If I died I’d be forgotten, just another stupid daredevil looking for fame and glory”. I pulled my cord. It stuck! And now I was plummeting down at terminal velocity, air hitting my face like slabs of cement. Luckily the canopy was thick and soft. I tried to stand up but I was stuck and I tripped, sending my bag of tools down to the forest below and I heard a clanking sound. How was I going to escape? I was stuck in the vines for days, surviving only on the rain that fell every hour. One night it rained particularly hard and it started to hail, pelting me and the vines with baseballs of ice. This gave me an idea. I pulled off my hat and used it as a container to catch the frozen softballs of ice. Once I got a large enough piece I quickly grabbed it and started to bash at the creeper vines. Then I felt a sharp tug on my leg. At first I thought it was - 23 -
gravity but as my body slipped through the web of vines I saw it was something much worse. I realised that I was having the worst deja vu of all time. The nightmare had come again and this time it was real. It was dragging me in and I knew I couldn’t escape. Then just as I lost hope, as I was dragged into a fiery devil tree, I saw a glimmer. Was it my knife? I reached for it, praying to all the known gods that I could reach it. My hand closed around a smooth wooden object. But my knife had a metal handle. Confused I opened my eyes as I fell to the ground with a thump. But why had the vine dropped me? Then I saw it. It was a crown engraved with strange symbols and glyphs. It was carved from the finest cedar, smooth as a baby’s bottom. It had the overpowering scent of forest herbs and flowers. And right in the centre the was a carved devil tree that spurted out green flames that didn’t burn and purple smoke that smelt of lavender and rosemary. On the top of the tree was a little nest that a little bird flew in and out of it chirping and singing its alluring song. But the most amazing sight was what was in the nest itself. Instead of an egg was a beautiful blue stone that radiated beauty. A rustle brought me back to the present. I tensed, preparing to fight to the death. When the figure pounced I saw its pitch black eyes and razor sharp teeth, I smelt its rotten breath and decaying flesh. When it saw the crown in my hand it stopped, releasing a strange call from its mouth and thousands of them bowed before me. Then I realized. I was holding a king’s crown, giving me rule of the forest. So I stayed, forever more, keeping the peace and protecting my people from explorers and other humans who would surely experiment on them. And that’s what I’ve been doing ever since.
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The hunted BY Seth Bright
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Prologue
My name is Jake and along with the last of my race, I have been hiding for years trying to escape the fury of the hunter. We have not yet been able to fight back, as for some reason, our powers are struggling to develop in the hostile environments of a new and unforgiving world. We are the last survivors of the planet Earth. Our planet was torn apart by an aggressive race of aliens known as the Zoronbs. We had been negotiating peace talks with these aliens for 100’s of years but these aliens seemed to despise us as though we were some hostile plague. We, as a planet, decided to give up weapons many eons ago this than lead to the planet granting us with powers that the elders called, our endowments. Each of our people received one endowment each except for seven warriors who received an endowment called mimeo which allowed them to copy any endowment they wished. When the Zoronbs attack we were all age ten and were training to become the next seven mimeo this is why we were loaded up on the last ship and sent to Gidron, our new home. The people of this planet do not yet know who we are or what we can do. Each of us spend our day training to master every endowment as we know that the time to come out of hiding from the Zoronbs is nearing, we need to be ready to fight.
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Chapter 1 Regaining Our Endowments We are currently on a trek back to the temple, the place where we first landed on this planet. It has been days since we have seen any signs of Gidron life, so we have been practicing our endowments twenty-fourseven. We are only an hour away from the temple and I can feel the essence of Earth flowing through the ground around us. We have been able to use our endowments better due to the fact that we are closer to the source of them. Once we get there we will drop our Earth items such as parts of plants, stone and send healing items into the well at the centre of the temple, hopefully this will allow our endowments to work all over this deathly world. As we arrive at the temple we realise that something is not right. Our ship is now in a burning wreck of flames and there are Zoronbian blasters all over the ground. We move cautiously throw the wreck as we cannot afford to get in a fight with all our Earth items on us. If they get destroyed then we will become an easy target for the Zoronbs. As we move closer to the temple we can hear the crackling of the protective energy field that the last elder placed over this temple to protect it. As we passed through this shield, the temple appeared. Its ancient stone rose through the canopy above us, vines strangling the rock. It is like the set of some blockbuster movie. We are greeted at the entrance of the building buy our Grats. These are animals that can turn into any other animal even alien animals, they have been standing guard for the ten years that we have been here. As we enter they nod there eagle like head to gesture us inside. The minute we entered the chamber where the well of Earth lies, it is engulfed in a fluorescence green light which is emanating from the well in which we are going to release the Earth artefacts. We move closer to the well. As we do, its light intensifies as we pull the boxes from our satchels and drop the item down the well.
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There is an explosion of light blinding us, but as it does, I feel my powers rushing through me, stronger and more refined than what they were before. We slowly make our way out of the building felling stronger than ever but as we come out of the well room we see our Grats hurriedly rushing towards us. We can all communicate to them though our anicon endowment. They explain to us that there is a fleet of Zoronbian ships booming the sanctuary shield. These shields are made with the pure Earth energy making them immune to any attacks buy the Zoronbs. This is going to be our first fight.
Chapter 2 Our First Fight As we emerge from the shelter of the shield we are instantly surrounded by hundreds of dead bodies, they must have ran into the shield which instantly fried them in its green sparing energy. An array of missiles rip up the ground around us, pulling me into battle mode. Sarah and Josh are using there telekinesis to fire the missiles right back at the ship, Cody and Seth are using there invisibility and flight to get themselves on board the ship, while Eve and Ella are using the shape shifter ability to turn into huge beast tearing apart the smaller Zoronb ships. I on the other hand use my healing ability to heal the wounded Grat. This fighting went on for only five minutes before disaster struck. We were Just about to take down the mother ship when we heard Cody let out an ear piecing scream of terror as he fell from the mother ship. All at once our endowments stop working Eve and Ella shrunk back to their normal size while Cody and Seth both plummet back to earth their bones shattering as they hit the ground. I couldn’t heal them as I to had lost my endowments, we all ran for cover as Sarah and Josh lost their telekinesis sending missiles plummeting into the ground around us. There are only two beings left in the universe who have the power to cancel our endowment. They are the leaders of the Zoronbs Oliven and LachO. As I suspected a huge pale Zoronbs appeared from the bow of the space craft their once muscular bodies now round and sweaty, pouring out - 28 -
from under their T-shirt after all these year of peace they have lost their fit worrier physique. As they come down towards us, Eve and Sarah pull Seth and Cody through the shield were there endowments came back to them allowing them to heal Seth and Cody. They all reappear back into the battle ready to fight just seconds later. Out of LachO comes a fire ball sizzling as it narrowly misses my hair. As this unfolds, Seth uses the only endowment that works under their power drainer, to drain the power that is obstructing our abilities. Instantly our power returns, in rage Seth charges forward, turns into a lion, ripping into LachO’s flesh pulling it off his body with one move, Oliven sends Seth flying towards us knocking Sarah to the ground. I start to heal Seth and Sarah, but stop when I hear Oliven cry out in horror, I turn to see the lifeless body of LachO turning into black murky water oozing into the earth around them. Oliven in despair, starts to hover back up towards the ship, we all rejoice in triumph. As he reaches the base of the ship he shouts something about tomorrow but none of us can hear him over the roar of the engines.
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The Waters Edge By Tani Hughes The noise came from the fast flowing river where the current is so strong and the waves thrashes itself against its captor. The rock barriers on both sides of the roaring river were cracking and quickly fading into the depths of the water, where all of it will end up if the river continues to rage for a few more years. The barriers weren’t even enough to keep the wild river at bay. The muffled cries and pleas rose and fell with the raising waves, which hit its target with every vicious slap. The roar of the river was deafening, the promise of popped ears by the time you ripped yourself from the thrashing nightmare. The salty air made my eyes water and my skin sting every time my bare body connected with the punching bully. Why she was standing next to a dangerous river that could, and would, drag her in at any minute? She didn’t have a good enough reason, but she stood strong as she remembered the nightmare so freshly in her mind. The girl whom she never met. An enemy whom she never heard of. A connection of which she had never felt so strongly before. The screams crashed with the waves. The moans and vicious howls of the wind made me feel uncomfortable, yet somehow a sense of belonging. How could she feel so strongly for the place of which she had never been to before, or for the cries of which never called for help, until now? The voice was faint, almost like a screaming whisper. She had to calm her racing heart for one second, just to catch a risky glimpse of the faint words. Her heart froze in her chest. “Alicia Keeve’s” a voice drifted through the winds. “Yes?” she asks with a shaky voice. That was the worst mistake of her life. As her vision cleared, she felt a cool wind blow her hair into her face which tickled her. She managed to brush it away. Good, first sign she wasn’t dead. She could smell something delicious. Something yummy with syrup and fresh strawberries from the garden. Pancakes! But then her scent changed and she got a massive waft of washing detergent and possibly socks which have missed a month’s wash. She shrivelled up her nose in disgust. Then it was bubbly lemonade with freshly squeezed - 30 -
lemons, just that morning, and sandwiches with tomato, lettuce and ham. Her mouth watered at the delicious smells, tempting her to find it, but she couldn’t, it was like she was paralysed. “Finally, we meet again,” the voice startled her as she searched around for the surprisingly sweet sounding voices owner. Then she stepped into view. She was beautiful! With light brown hair pinned to the side with a full blooming flower, a frilly pink dress, pearl necklace and bracelet and shoes of woven gold strips. She peered down on the mesmerized girl with her soft dimples, sweet cheeks and pale pink lips. Then she felt as the weight around her had shifted, a pull moving her body with a gentle force for her to sit up. It was like she was being controlled, she had no control over her body, no matter how hard she tried to take over again. “What are you? Are you a fairy or an angel?” she asked in interest, her strong nerve to speak surprised her. And speaking for the first time since…. “That is a bit rude to ask someone of whom you already know. It’s not like I came up to you and said, ‘Hey, are you an alien?’” The girl snapped. “I’m obviously a human, just like you, that couldn’t have really been a serious question, was it?” she was hoping for an answer, so she gave it to the red faced girl, whoever she was. “Look here you beautiful devil,” she starts, growing madder and madder. “I don’t know who in the world you are, but I don’t like how you are treating me. I woke up to find some girl who insists I’ve met before, who I haven’t, to be trapped here in some magical force that doesn’t exist. So why don’t you just let me go home?” she breaths deeply. She felt much better now, only for all the heat to rush to her cheeks. “Don’t you know who I am? For real? You seriously don’t recognise me, at all?” The mysterious girl asks in devastation. She would shake her head if she weren’t trapped in an invisible force. “No, I don’t” She admits. All colour drains from the lively girl’s cheeks, leaving them colourless and empty. Then memories flooded back. “Wait…” she didn’t have time to finish. “God, Alicia, I’m your sister! Evelyn….” ***********THE END***********
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The Broken Family By Zachary Hodnett Lucas walked down the old, dusty road towards his farmhouse, but when he got there he saw a flaming blaze. His house was on fire. Suddenly, a huge beast rose out of the flaming blaze, spewed out a gust of fire and then flew off. Lucas walked closer to the blaze. A cold tear ran lines down his dusty face and sizzled as it hit the burnt ground. Lucas turned and looked into the direction where the beast of a dragon had flown off too. Lucas began to walk and kept walking till he finally passed out from exhaustion. When he awoke, Lucas found a note on his chest. He opened it up and started to read- “Hello Lucas, I am a young wizard named ‘Zodius’. Here I leave a sword and a magical talisman which you will soon find out how to use. I hope these items help you on your journey. I guess I should say farewell.” Lucas looked around wondering how Zodius knew of his journey, until he saw the talisman and sword. He stood and walked over to the sword and picked up the finely crafted weapon made out of materials unknown to him. Then, he picked up the talisman, with a gem cut into the shape of a dragon, which was also crafted out of unknown materials to him. He looked around sensing someone was watching him, but he didn’t see anyone, so he decided to continue on with his newest addition of weapons. Lucas took two steps before the ferocious wild eyed oark jumped from the trees. Luckily Lucas had his sword out and blocked the first slice from the oarks sword. Then Lucas jabbed the oark in the chest and watched as it slowly turned to stone. He pulled his sword free and gave the still creature a tap. The oark tumbled into a pile of rubble. Lucas was amazed and confused but he continued down the path. As he walked, Lucas started to think about his younger brother, Jason, who had been kidnapped by the powerful dragon that had burned his home to the ground. He made a promise to his parents that he would protect Jason, but he had failed. Lucas was determined to get revenge for his brother’s - 32 -
disappearance by killing the dragon and finding his brother. Lucas’s thoughts were stopped as a deep rumble shook the ground and a foul odour rose from the cracks that had opened within the ground under him. Suddenly a huge troll with large tusks made of rock and eyes of death when they stare at you, rose from the large smelly cracks and made heavy footsteps as it headed towards Lucas. Lucas was expecting a roar of anger but instead it was a sad tone in which the troll said “Hello my name is Rosk,” billowed the troll, “You may pass,” and with that Rosk Sank back into the cracks in the ground. Lucas was surprised at how easy the troll let him leave. Lucas scurried quickly before he changed his mind. While walking and listening to all the birds chirping and leaves rustling, Lucas noticed the sun starting to set and knew he needed to set up camp for the night. As Lucas made his fire and began to settle for the night staring at the flame, he began to think of the farm that was left burning and a tear began to roll down his check as he soon dozed off to sleep by the hissing lullaby of the fire. When he awoke he cooked breakfast out of the little supplies he had found nearby. Soon the air was filled with lovely essence. As Lucas brought the food to his licking lips an arrow lodged into his shoulder and he passed out. Lucas awoke in a dark, gloomy room that was full of moist stone walls and a cold stone floor. Then, a large billow came from the cell next to him. He looked in, to find it was Rosk the troll he met earlier. Lucas started to become scared and started to cry as he realised he was in a prison. He smelt another odour and footsteps approaching him. With a deep voice Lucas muttered “Who are you?” “I am Leonidas” replied the figure as it approached his cell. Within minutes he turned away and left with a single tear running down his face as he left his son locked in that cold dark cell. As Leonidas entered the dark, Rosk let out a big roar and smashed through the bars that contained him. The troll then freed Lucas from his cell. Rosk then made a crater size hole in the wall with his large fists in which Lucas escaped. Then, Lucas ran with hope in his heart to find his brother, not realising that Leonidas was his father.
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To Lucas’s surprise, as he was running he tripped and got caught in a vine and it started to wrap around his leg. As Lucas struggled to get free, the vine grew tighter. Lucas tried to push it free but it was no use and the vine soon covered his whole body. As the vines wrapped around him, Lucas said in a sad tone, “sorry, my brother.” Then Lucas let a slow painful last breath and soon the cold darkness filled his heart. A sad chirp glistened from a bird within the far distance as his talisman began to light up and give some hope…….
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The Last Time By Zara Stewart ‘No one wants you here!’, ‘You have no friends!’ These are just some of the things he would say to me. I was captured within his mouse trap, pulling me closer and closer to the edge until I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew I didn’t have much time left. Not much time until I would leave, like he had always wanted me to, but not because he had, but just so I could escape. It was Monday, I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and got ready. As usual be the time Lucy and I were organised and at the bus stop my bus was just about to leave. Each and every time I took the first, weary step onto the cold, metal stairs an expected chill ran up my spine and I braced myself for what happened next. “You’re just the dirt on the bottom of everyone’s feet, useless and annoying. Something that everyone hates!” he yelled harshly. I took a deep breath and continued to make my way up the corridor to my usual window seat near the front. I felt isolated from everyone yet still aware of my surroundings. The suspense grew.’ What is coming next?’ I thought to myself. Someone stood up. I could feel his presence just behind me but forced myself not to turn around. It was him, Lachlan. The alpha male of the pack. Although there were countless amounts of people who ganged up on me, Lachlan did it the most. Lachlan placed a hard bony finger on my shoulder. I kept my words in although I had plenty to say, I knew it would just make things worse. ‘Has your dad left yet? I know he’s just staying for Lucy. Why would he stay for a worthless piece of rubbish like you? It’s all your fault you know, you ruined everything.’ he said spitefully. I refused to reply. Keeping my opinions to myself. ’Huh?’ he asked sarcastically. ‘I believe that was a question.’ His tone grew sterner and louder. ‘No’ I answered quietly. Lachlan scoffed. ‘It’s not long until he does.’ he said snickering as he got up and returned to the back. The bus ride was short and we arrived at school soon. I slowly walked into class, alone as usual. I didn’t really have friends because everyone thought they would be targeted too. This pattern continued for the rest of the week as it always had. I was insulted - 35 -
on the bus and lonely at school. If this is all life will ever be it’s not worth living. Finally the weekend came, or as I called it freedom. I woke up at around 8 am and lazily sat up. Slowly glancing around the room I saw it as it always had been. Painted in an off white colour with my small single bed in the middle against the window, a fairly big dresser to the side filled with shorts and shirts and my favourite quote on canvas, ‘ Trust is like paper, once its crumpled it can’t be perfect again.’ As I sat there listening to the silence I thought about the good times, the things I would remember. Suddenly I was rudely interrupted by an unexpected burst through the door. It was Lucy. Her messy curls and pyjamas were a sign she’d only just been told the news. “We’re going to the beach!” she yelled excitedly. This was the happiest I’d seen her in a long time. “The beach?” I questioned curiously. “Yes, the beach!” she screamed back. “Yay!” we both screamed in unison. Sweet, sweet memories. These are the days I will cherish most. These are the days I will remember. My two favourite things, the beach and serenity. As I sat in the soft grains, tasting the salty, warm fresh air and listening to the sound of the crashing waves against the tiny sand, I had many thoughts. I thought about my loving family who I would miss so dearly but were unaware of what was going on. I couldn’t tell them now, not when I was going to end it. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an unfamiliar voice. “Hey,” she said. I slowly twisted my torso to face the girl. She had wavy, blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. “Hey,” I replied confused. “I’m Jemma,” she said. “I’m Meagan” I answered trying to be polite. “Can I sit?” Jemma asked. “Sure.” I replied. No one had ever spoken to me like this before. It was a nice change. “So what school do you go to?” Jemma questioned. “St Benedicks,” I said. “Same!” she exclaimed. “Meagan honey!” Mum called from down on the flat sand. “It’s time to go.” “Well I guess I’ll see you on Monday,” I sighed. “OK see you then,” Jemma called back. The weekend was over. It was Monday. I dreaded this day along with every other day of the week. I was insulted on the bus, but at school it was different. Today there was someone to sit with, someone to talk to and - 36 -
someone to laugh with. Today I wasn’t lonely, I was happy. I finally tasted the sweet air of friendship, I finally felt wanted. It was in Maths. Jemma and I were sitting second from the back. As per usual Lachlan and his gang were sitting directly in front of us. Ms Dumbleski had gone next door to talk to Chad about who knows what so Lachlan took the opportunity to harass me. “So loser, why are you still here.” “Why don’t you just end it?” “Just leave.” “You’re a no good, worth…” He was cut off mid-sentence. “Hey that’s enough, leave her alone.” I was still processing what had happened, as I looked over at Jemma. She gave me I tiny smile, I smiled back. She continued. “You guys are just bullies who have too many insecurities that you have to tell others their imperfections. Your just selfish people who couldn’t care less about other people’s feelings. You don’t give a damn about how much you hurt people or how much you put them down. Everyone has flaws, no one is perfect, but that gives you no right to make them feel worse,” Lachlan was staring at Jemma with his beady eyes and a priceless expression on his face. “Get over yourself!” Jemma said then continued the algebra on the board. Lachlan turned in his seat and didn’t talk to us again. That was the day it stopped. That was when it got better. I no longer wanted to end it, I wanted to continue it to see where it would take me. This life, it was worth living. I had to go through a lot to find out, but I’m glad I stayed.
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SITUATION ZERO By Joshua Sharp There were strong winds that night at Nandess Airport. It was a gale force wind that destroyed the airport. The only surviving thing was the landing strip. Fortunately for Leonardo and Hal they weren’t there when the winds blew. Their flight had been delayed to fuel up. What they saw when they landed though was mass destruction. Eyeing each other briefly they pondered momentarily to see if they should continue on with their quest, to be the first to cross the Nandess, on foot. There are always strong winds in the Nandess making it just sustainable for human life. Burning fuel and floating debris filled everyone’s nostrils as a gust of wind flew by. Passengers’ skin prickled with anxiety and fear. Knowingly, the plane’s staff looked at each other fleetingly, for they had all seen this before. The wind had blown over planes and had overturned airport vehicles. Leonardo and Hal both realised that they would not be able to stock up on resources, food or water. They were left with no means of survival in this place, yet they had to go on. The airport staff were very meticulous when it came to caring for what the passengers wanted to do in the situation. They made sure everyone’s needs were catered for and eventually each person was tended to. When it was time for the plane to take off again, most people chose to fly back, but there were a few determined explorers amongst the group that decided to head on towards their destination. Leonardo and Hal elected to continue on with their quest. They had to go on! Several bottles of water had been chosen by Leonardo and Hal. Leonardo’s supply of water was running dangerously low while Hal had slightly more. Both of their supplies would run out if they did not hurry. They were in a sticky mess and they accepted it. Had they made the right choice to complete their dream or should they have given in to fear and accept the situation? That afternoon, a police car drove in to the wrecked airport and shouted over a loudspeaker “Please remain calm! We are investigating the area so you will need to evacuate! We will wait for an aeroplane to pick you - 38 -
up as the area is dangerous. This may take approximately an hour or two.” Leonardo and Hal fled the area secretly through a crack in the mountains nearby. They did not want to be held up as police would think it would be too risky so they would stop them from completing their adventure. And that’s how their journey began. Escaping the mountain, they put on a burst of speed. Up and down on endless sand hills they ran. It was an endless marathon of running on waves of sand. They were thirsty and tired but they wouldn’t stop and with the distant noise of the blaring sirens their heads were filled with aches, but they couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. One last gulp of water and there would be nothing left. Tired and thirsty they were and in desperate need of water. They saw a glimmer in the distance…could it be? Water! New found speed was pumping from their adrenalin. The mirages had just been triggered which made oases appear to spring up from below left and right, closer than the real one. They ran a few more metres and they lunged into the lush fresh water. Drinking in huge mouthfuls of water at a time, they nearly drowned themselves. The taste of water saturated their tastebuds with joy. They had just cheated Death! Living made them happy enough even though they realised they couldn’t continue on foot. They found some camels and refilled their water supplies. Using camels as backpacks and taxis they continued on their journey. It wasn’t on foot so it was better than nothing! So they bumped their way along on the Nandess desert floor laughing with each other even when Leonardo reminded Hal they were only part way through their treacherous journey. They would never forget the experience. The memory was branded on their brain and their story would be passed down for generations. It was a truly unforgettable experience. End
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Alongside The Amazons By Laura Slorach SMASH! Humongous sized monsters with teeth dripping venom and serrated scales charged the Amazons. Girl after girl fell until there were no more. The vile creatures took over Peace Island. All was torn down and burnt to the ground. Crashing into consciousness I woke with a sweat soaked brow. I suddenly realised this was a future vision. I had to tell Emma and quickly. Throwing on some clothes, I rushed out of my room. I am Kahrin Scott, 12 year old superhero-in-training. I live on Peace Island, where only girl superheroes can train under the watch of superhero Emma, A.K.A Supergirl. Emma and I are as close as sisters. We understand, help and console each other. Born with the ability to see into the past and future, I ‘m the oracle for Peace Island. I am the only known person with this power. As the sun poked its head over the horizon, I rushed to Emma’s sleeping quarters. Emma woke with a start as I called her name. “What’s so important that you have to wake me at the crack of dawn,” groaned Emma rubbing her eyes. “I’ve just had a vision of the future!” I exclaimed. “Well let’s hear it,” she muttered still annoyed at getting woken up so early. ’’Monsters take over the island, kill everyone and destroy everything,” I imagined.
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Emma’s face paled and her expression hardened. “These monsters could turn up any day!’’ yelled Emma, “We must train and prepare the army. The deafening clash of steel on steel reverberated through the arena. As Elspeth lunged at me, I darted forward and cracked my spear on her knuckles. She cried out in agony and dropped her sword. I pushed her to the ground and with my spear to her throat, cried, ’’Yield to me Elspeth.’’ ‘’I yield,’’ she sighed, defeated. “That was a great lunge but you’re vulnerable to an inside attack,” advised Supergirl. That night as everybody slept, the patrols sounded the alarm as the monsters attacked. Everybody woke fully armoured, grabbed their weapons and followed Supergirl. The Amazons formed a wall against the charging monster army. Blood chilling screams echoed. In every direction girls fell; the army was failing. Suddenly claws like sharpened metal raked into my skull and I screamed in agony. As I fell dying, Emma saw me. The last thing I saw were red beams coming from Emma’s eyes and all the monsters falling. We won I thought. Then I fell into an eternal sleep. Suddenly a voice was in my head. ‘’You have saved thousands of innocent girl’s lives with your warning and death.’’ You can be granted a second life.’’
I want to live I thought, for Emma and
Peace Island. With a flash of pain, my heart started beating again and slowing my eyes opened.
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Misery By Suphisara Sunantha “You’re late.” His voice was calm, calm like the ocean before a tsunami strikes. She stood where her feet had planted themselves to the ground as if stuck in concrete. Knowing not to reply, Esme kept her lips shut tightly together in a thin, grim line. A sliver of fear snaked down her spine as he stalked forward towards her. A startled scream escaped her lips as the back of his hand connected with her cheek sending her to a heap on the floor. Pain exploded from her lower back and travelled up her spine as she bit onto her lower lip harshly; eventually drawing blood. She knew he didn’t want her to make a sound as she kept her lips pursed, not letting a single breath or whisper escape. A stinging sensation erupted from her cheek, tingling as it started to form a bruise, turning a bright shade of red. Slowly she pushed herself into a seating position, keeping her head down. She could feel the slap affecting her as her head swam and her back and hips ached with pain. He tugged at her hair, hauling her to her feet. A sob escaped from her left as she craned her neck in the direction of the noise she saw her mother gradually edging closer. Tears were rolling down her pale cheeks as she held a hand to her mouth. Esme shook her head, silently begging her mother to stay where she was and out of harm’s way. “Get out of my sight.” He hissed as he punched her unprotected stomach causing a soundless scream to escape her cracked lips. She swayed as she began to run into the direction of her bedroom. The reflection staring back at her was a girl she could not recognise. Dark circles were prominent underneath her dull green eyes as the wavered towards the bruises that adorned her delicate skin. Her heart was heavy with hurt as she recalled the events that had played out just moments ago. Her dark eyes were filled with unshed tears, glistening beneath the soft, dim light that illuminated her bathroom. - 42 -
Her heart began an erratic beat when she heard her mother scream, the very earth had crumbled from beneath her feet. A fear unlike any she’d ever encountered gripped her fragile heart, encasing it with an unimaginable dread. Her heart lurched as realisation dawned. Whipping her head away from her reflection she dashed down stairs, halting at the scene that played in front of her. Her mother’s battered and bruised body was cowering away from her father as he hit her, mercilessly, ruthlessly, without remorse. “You must run Esme,” Her mother cried. Tears blurred her vision as her shaky legs struggled to the door. Hesitantly her hands gripped the handle, guilt surged through her veins at the thought of leaving her mother behind. Stepping out into the cold night air, she couldn’t help but breathe in deeply. She tightened the jacket around her body trapping herself in a cocoon of warmth. She kept her tear stained face hidden from the public view as the breeze surrounded her in cyclone of cool air. The moonless night was as dreary as the ache in her chest. She couldn’t believe she had finally escaped; escaped the life that she had always known and hated. But she knew her story was far from over; a chapter had been finished and another was beginning. Her heart filled was with relief and bliss as realisation dawned. She was free; free from him, free from what used to be and free from the misery.
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The Vortex By Taylah Bowden The smell of pine whiffed up my nose as I leant against the moist tree. It’s silky bark sticking to my jacket like Velcro. The frosty breeze, freezing every droplet of sweat on my body. Rays of sunlight flash through the luscious, dense canopy. I can hear the whip birds chirping as I felt myself heading into my own world. A mysterious, dark world where it grabbed my curiosity and reeled me in. I open my eyes as I finish counting. “8, 9, 10! Ready or not, here I come!” I roar. I turn to the complete stillness behind me realising it was quiet, too quiet. Faith, my sister was nowhere to be seen. A flash of pink catches my eye. A cheeky grin finds it’s way onto my face. I’ve got her. I sneak around a soggy tree and then another. I duck behind a green, leafy bush. I watch as the flash of pink stops and then I see my sister, her blonde hair and hazel eyes shining brightly. I can smell her perfume as it wafts up my nose. I pinch my nose and shake my head. I can hear her giggle as she turns around in circles. I peek over the bush and see Faith about to cross the rundown bridge my mum told her not to. I see her run across as it shakes madly like a volcano about to erupt. A purple looking vortex appears. I jump up my legs trembling but it’s to late. With one last toothy grin she is gone. Faith has disappeared through the vortex. “No!” I shriek as I watch the vortex vanish. My hands tremble, my legs shake and my heart beats like a drum. Panic strikes my body as fear runs through my veins. Looking after Faith was my responsibility. Mum would be so disappointed as I hadn’t followed my duty. Every bit of Hope faded out of me. My body grows heavy and feels like I’m sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I start to whimper but know for some reason there is a spark of hope, love and courage roaring through my body. I have to save Faith, I have to cross the bridge. I ran as fast as I could stumbling, falling and tripping over tree roots and my own feet. My red velvet coat flaps in the wind. My golden hair sticking to my face. Branches clawed at my body ripping my clothes to shreds. I couldn’t give up though. I come to a stop as I reach the wooden bridge that looks like it is 100 years old. The comforting - 44 -
sound of whip birds is silent, the frosty breeze is dead. Shivers run up my spine. Dark thought swirl through my head. “Is it safe? Will I fall? Should I cross? What happens if I fall? Who will save me?” The only guilty, negative thought that lingered around was that this was my fear. I had the frightening fear of heights. I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach as I look down into the rushing water. I look to the bridge. I have to face my fear, it’s the only way to save my sister. I take a deep breath, my breathing not steady. I move my legs and my feet one at a time. I step onto the bridge gently. I back away as fear overtakes my body. I push that thought away, close my eyes and breathe again. I take two steps onto the bridge as it shakes like jelly, and starts to brake. I’m frozen. My body seems to shut down for a second but this feeling of determination runs through my body, making me feel stronger, braver, and more helpful. I take five even steps. With one last step I’ve crossed the bridge and had faced my fear. The blinding flashes of light in front of me, make myself cover my eyes. It stops and I look, witnessing the same purple circle in front of me. The temptation, the curiosity to go into it is too strong and it pulls me in. White spots blind me as I whiz and fall deeper and deeper into the dark, claustrophobic hole. My head is swirling, my eyesight not focussed. I land on soft, silky grass, afraid to open my eyes. I hear chirps of different birds that I don’t recognise. I move one hand away and then another. The beauty, so relaxing and pretty. The willow trees with golden fairy dust floating around them. The little people who fly on the rainbow lorikeets. This was the place to be, it had this feeling of comfort and belonging. I hear Faith laughing and giggling. “Faith? Where are you? It’s Hope!” I whisper. Faith comes running out from behind a big willow tree. “Hope! You found me. I was really scared and worried until my friends helped me! Come meet my friends!” she squeals as she pulls me around the willow tree, leading me by the hand. I can hear buzzing and I start to feel unsure. “Are you sure this is fine Faith. I mean what if they don’t want to say hello?” I ask trying not to sound scared or worried. “It’s fine!” Faith says dramatically. She stops and points. I can’t see anything but then a little twinkle catches my attention. Little golden fairies are sitting on toadstools waving. I wave back and strike a conversation. As we finish explaining our situation of coming through the vortex, they said with a little fairy dust and - 45 -
magic we’d be back where we started like nothing had happened. Goldie, a fairy with curly hair and a golden sun dress, gives us a charm so we can travel and visit them whenever. “Thank you!” I say as Faith and I get ready to leave. “I don’t want to go.” sighs Faith. “Me neither. But mum is waiting. We have to go.” I say as I hug Faith tightly. With one last look at the magnificence forest I knew that this place would always be in my heart this was my place. There was only one way to describe it. Freedom. Freedom at last.
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