- No place is home a poem by Maia Koehler Allen (Y8)
- Paragraph without a / Paragraph without e a piece of creative writing by Ananya Brandon (Y7)
- My story* a piece of creative writing by George Chalkias (Y7)
No place is home
a poem by Maia Koehler Allen (Y8)
Chicken scratch seared in flesh,
Trees upturned and mind’s a mess.
Roots breaking cement roads,
Blurring the path, no idea where to go.
The forest of established comes crashing down,
Become lost in thoughts that drown.
Rejecting the reality that keeps on reminding me.
That no place, no matter how lovely, is great.
That no place, no matter how lonely, is safe.
Paragraph without a / Paragraph without e
a piece of creative writing by Ananya Brandon (Y7)
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My aunt said that I had to tidy my room today and if I did it in an hour, I could go with my companions and watch a film. So, I ran to my room, and didn’t know which thing to start with. In half an hour, my aunt brought up a snack, carrot sticks with a hummus dip, and salty nuts on a tray. I was a bit thirsty so I got a glass of cold milk from downstairs and saw that my clock on my cupboard was almost at half past four! I had to hurry, but I did it.
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Simple things never occur to me, it pretty much most of the time becomes very confusing. Tomorrow, something very weird is going to become of me, since I must confess I need to go somewhere very urgent for somebody’s work meeting. This is very exciting since tomorrow I get to go with one of my good friends to the grocery store to find different kinds of cheese. Since summer is ending soon, we need to get some school supplies for back-to-school time.
My story*
a piece of creative writing by George Chalkias (Y7)
*do not dismiss, this is a fictional story
This is a story about a small child in a big city. “I’m an orphan in this humongous city. How I last? Scraps from bins. Shops throw out food that is not paradisiacal and it will puzzlingly vanish from bins and onto my food tray. My habitat is a small tupik at an old building. It’s nothing much, just a bit of cloth on sticks and a pillow. This is the world I savor. It won’t occur much, but occasionally cops turn up. That’s always a bad situation. No cop allows orphans to just run around. Nobody admits it, but orphans don’t go to a dormitory if cops catch us. No. Just straight out of town and into our woods.