Our Talented Kids are not only fabulous story writers, playwrights and poets, they are also professional journalists with a nose for a good story. Enjoy!
Air
by Chloe Patron Wind whistles through my hair,as we play in the yard.The flying kite freezes midair,when the wind catches it off guard. Suddenly it tugs violently,and pulls you off your feet.Then we’re running silently,through the crowded street. On and on and on we go,‘til we reach the edge of town.Finally the kite starts to slow,we cheer as we bring …
The Lantern
By Evie Burns The lantern flickered as the boys sat there in the dark. The wind howled fiercely, and snow fell like feathers. They were on their own now. The lantern was most important to them. It kept them warm and made it bright. They both cuddled each other as the night got darker. Melted snow trickled from the lantern, …
The Green Amulet
By Marley Krishnan I’ve always marvelled at my pet. But my pet is not a cat or a dog, it’s a red belly black snake. I love how it slithers along the gravel in the cage, winding around anything in its path. I was just looking at the scaly slitherer when the doorbell rang. As always, I jumped up and …
The Three Little Pigs (but the big bad wolf is polite and playful)
By Edru Smit Long, long ago, around the time when people believed that the earth was in the middle of the universe and the sun revolved around us, close to a gleaming lake and a dark forest, there lived three little pigs and their mother. One day, their mother told them that they were big enough to live on their …
Once there were dragons
By Isla Connolly PAGE 1/3 I hobbled up the hill, scraping my hands as I hoisted myself onwards. I had almost made it to the top when sparkles swam around me, the hill disappeared from my view, and I was back in my room. Clothes strewn around; bowls, cups and food wrappers scattered on my floor. A short and lean …
On the Run
By Erika Chhabra Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Goes the ice as me walk across it. Me and other me walk across the ice looking for food. Other me is bigger than me. Other me is looking after me and helping me to live. Me is smaller than other me so me not know stuff. Like how to catch dinner, how to …
The Sea Ruby
By Keira Gurney PAGE1/16 The ocean thundered in my ears, like a monster growling in agony. Waves crashed into our ship, causing me to lose my balance. The deck was underwater. I searched for my father and found him with my sister Mira. They were using buckets to throw the water back into the sea. It looked pointless, as the water kept rising. …
Haiku 俳句 in Lockdown
Haiku is a type of short form poetry originally from Japan. Traditional Japanese haiku consist of three phrases containing a total of 17 syllables in a 5, 7, 5 pattern and a kigo 季語 (seasonal) reference. Our Zoom kids were inspired to write their own haiku this week, with a bit of help from Ricky Baker (Hunt for the Wilderpeople). …
Zombie Apocalypse
By Izabella Piefke I was walking down the wide hallway that leads into the two Grade 6 classrooms. When I peered inside, I saw they were doing math, my worst subject. Then I nervously tiptoed into my new classroom and everybody went quiet and stared at me. My cheeks went red. ‘Ahh, there she is,’ said my new teacher, Mrs Johnson. …