Stories
We publish thousands of stories each year, all written by our brilliant students. Here’s a selection of what they’ve been writing across our workshops.
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Sacred and Old
By Natahlee, Year 10
In Cambridge Park, where city meets the sky, an Aboriginal woman feels her spirit sigh. Among the bustling streets and modern pace, she seeks her culture, her ancestral grace. She...
Essence of Country
By Natahlee, Year 10
In the heart of her land, her spirit soars high, an Aboriginal woman, beneath the vast sky. Connected to Country, her roots run deep, in the whispers of nature, her...
Dreams within Thai
By Sarah, Year 10
And still, I often have dreams within Thai. Though over three years have passed. Since I first wandered Bangkok streets. I dream of little noodle stands. Fried rice in a...
Love-Hate Ode to Rain
By Jasia, Year 8
Dear remarkable and rebellious rain … You have decided to come once again. Your wondrous water sparkles as it falls, Making lovely sounds echoing through the halls. You are like...
Anti-Ode to Halloween
By Jasia, Year 8
Thou art a villainous wasteful bugbear Halloween! You come every October, an annoying routine. You like to scare children I see… so why do people like thee? Everyone knows it,...
Wonder
By Sally, Year 10
I walked into my parents’ room and saw my mother going through the closet, putting clothes away, taking clothes out, organising the pants, dresses, suits, shirts and more into their...
Wire
By Athraa, Year 10
I can see wired lips, refugee faces, the wire shapes of their faces. They look like they want to say Help! This is the story of a woman who had...
Áo dài: Not Just a Dress
By Sunny, Year 10
Áo dài is the traditional Vietnamese dress. It’s a part of my identity. Each ‘dress’ is unique. With intricate patterns carefully sewn to tell stories. There’s no gender separation with...
Summer Sales
By Sireen, Year 10
Spices permeate the air as locals flock to surround the summer sales at the Tripoli markets. I’m squeezed between multiple bodies, struggling to inhale the humid summer breeze. A warm...
Grandma’s Treasure
By Sireen, Year 10
My grandma loved jewels. Not the small dainty kind. No. My grandma lived by the phrase ‘Go big or go home.’ Emeralds, diamonds; her eyes would glitter like a magpie...
Thobes
By Misk, Year 10
Black embroidered fabric. Red jewels hand-sewn. Chiffon sleeves. Olive green trim and orange embroidered flowers. My aunties sit on floor cushions, surrounded by Turkish tea cups and ka’ak. Their hands...
Spectrum
By Misk, Year 10
What colour represents me? Am I an ocean blue or a princess pink? Does the colour green make my chocolate-coloured eyes pop or should I play it safe and wear...
Secret Hideaway
By Katy
As Azrael floated in the darkness that surrounded him, he imagined the perfect place to build his secret hideaway. With a mischievous grin, he began to summon something so dark...
Sydney Dragway
By Sebastian, Year 7
My Dad introduced me to Brashernats. Here, so many mullets and beers and all these people exuberant to Brashernats. There’s always at least one hundred people that are fat and...
Might You Know a Place by the Way it Smells?
By Kirsten, Year 9
After Sydney Smells Like Might you know a place by the way it smells? It’s lovely having a place so dear to you that you can recognise its smell, isn’t...