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Mullauna Motif – ‘Footsteps’

The annual Mullauna Motif Writing Competition gives students in Years 7, 8 and 9 the chance to show their talents as creative writers. This year, students were asked to include ‘footsteps’ as a motif in their narratives. Their stories were limited to 500 words. 

The following students were awarded first place in their year level:

Year 7 – Siena 

Year 8 – Adabelle 

Year 9 – Mia 

Honourable mentions and certificates went to:

Year 7 – Reya, Harry, Henry 

Year 8 – Ivy, Amy, Kit

Year 9 – Grey, Mahdi

A taste of the winning pieces:

“An orange glow paints the sky and the sound of crunching gravel murmurs beneath us. My eyes wander around the unfamiliar neighborhood that lies under the evening sun. Finally, . something interesting catches my eye. I glance over, Arabella and Juliet have noticed it too. A seemingly abandoned structure is planted before us. No second thoughts linger. We make our way through the open yet uninviting door….”

Siena Helsham- excerpt from 2 Steps Forward, 3 Steps Back

“The first thing I noticed upon waking, was standing in a dark, unfamiliar hallway. Blank, undecorated walls contributed to the eerie silence, and the only source of light came from a trail of glowing footprints that trailed further down the hallway. A strong feeling of curiosity entwined with a sense of uncertainty erose in me as I cautiously stepped on the first footprint. It shone brightly then faded into tiny specks of light that eventually gathered to look like a screen. A big bright button flashed impatiently in the middle, feeling puzzled, I gently pressed play.

The screen flashed twice nodding its approval before proceeding to play a video recording of my first day in year twelve.”

                                                                               Adabelle Gao- excerpt from A Hallway of Memories

“Clouds drifting in the sky above wrap their grip around the moon, suffocating it in a blanket of mist. The path I am on twists and turns as it leads me further away from the centre of the cemetery and into the connected woods. Trees become more frequent, their hues of colour, vibrant during daybreak, are now nothing more than an endless tangle of black. The night is quiet, only disturbed by a small pitter-patter of footsteps not too far from me.”

Mia Welch -excerpt from Mors non est finis