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WriteOn Competition 2025

 

All Schools across NSW are invited to enter the WriteOn Competition, the theme this year was: ‘Could they be changing?”.

 

Students were asked to write an imaginative text. Unfortunately, we are only able to submit one entry per Stage (Stage 1, Stage 2, Stage 3) from our school. 

 

Congratulations to all students who submitted entries for consideration it was difficult to choose who to enter.  

 

Congratulations to Aubrey (Year 2), Lucas (Year 4) and Saisha (Year 5) who were chosen to be entered and the best of luck in the competition.

 

 Here are the fantastic entries for you to read!

 

Aubrey ( Stage 1, Year 2)

 

A Message from Future Me

 

Dad took me to his lab at the university today. While he was in the machine room, I stayed in his office. The office had a long table, towers of books, big screens, and a solar power bank on the window.

I gave the chair a gentle spin. That’s when the main screen suddenly lit up. A small green button popped up with flashing words: 

Tap to connect: Luna Project 2050.

Curious, I touched it.

A soft voice came from the screen.

“Connecting... Good day, Sydney. Who am I talking to?”

“Aubrey,” I replied, wondering what would happen next. 

Then a girl in a space suit appeared on the screen. 

“Hi, Aubrey! I’m you, 25 years in the future,” she said with a grin. 

“I’m on the Moon!”

I sat up straight, eyes wide and mouth open.

With a quick swipe, she turned the camera toward a silver-grey horizon. A glowing ring came into view, circling the surface of the Moon like a belt.

I leaned closer to the screen.

“That’s the Lunar Belt,” she said. 

“It’s made of solar panels. My team and I built it to catch sunlight nonstop and send clean power to Earth.”

I know we use solar panels on Earth. I wonder why go to the Moon just to do the same thing?

“Why use the Moon?” I asked.

“Because the Moon has no clouds, no rain, and no night,” she explained. 

“Somewhere up here, the Sun is always shining, so the panels never sleep.” 

She lifted a gloved hand and pointed to the wide silver ring wrapped around the Moon. “Robots used Moon rocks to build it, and astronauts like me helped too.”

What a brilliant idea! The Moon could help Earth get clean power all day long. 

“How does the energy get to Earth?” I asked again.

“We beam it down,” she said. 

“People on Earth have something called Lunar Flowers on their rooftops. The flowers stay open all day and night, and turn to follow the Moon to catch the beam, just like sunflowers follow the Sun.”

She tapped the screen and up came a picture of a lunar flower sparkling with silver petals and a round glass centre.

“We don’t burn coal, wood, or fuel anymore,” she added. 

“Now when I look down, the Earth is calm and blue, with soft skies and full green forests.”

I sat back and smiled. Had we really changed? 

“Yes. We changed in a good way,” she said proudly. 

“We learned to take care of the planet and each other by sharing clean energy and looking after nature.”

The screen went dark. Dad walked in and said, 

“Time to go?”

I looked up at him, but part of me was still on the Moon, working with my future self, building things with robots.

Could they be changing?

I think they are — people, the planet, even me.

 

Lucas ( Year 4, Stage 2)

 

When music takes life

“The same thing every day,could this change?” exclaimed the boss Jeff. The nursing home was full of people sitting down doing nothing as they watched the days pass. “Everything they need is here and it is full of activities.”said the helper Mary. “There's even a piano”exclaimed Max the delivery man.It was true that there was a piano and hadn't been played in a while. The very next day Rogelio's grandson came. As he showed him around, Lucas (Rogelio grandson) saw the piano and started to perform. The whole nursing home came and watched and the good vibe got spread and it was a dance party till night.

 

Later that night when everyone went to sleep Lucas came out and went to get a glass of water then there was a mysterious noise coming from the living room. As he walked towards it, suddenly stopped. Lucas checked if it was still there but it wasn't. “Clink”, the noise was back and it was sounding like a piano so Lucas saw that the piano was playing by itself. The very next day Lucas went back home and got his guitar. As he rushed back he wondered what would happen next and why did the piano play itself and how it happened.

 

When he got back,he enthusiastically pulled out his guitar and started playing, then the piano joined him. Each day they played something different. A bit of jazz some days, salsa other days. Every day they wanted to play but some days Lucas went to school so at the end of the day they studied together and then played for Rogelio. As the years went by, they performed together at the opera house in Australia. Each performance they gave credit to Lucas’ grandad. They became so popular they started to make their own songs. They were thinking hard each day. 

 

When Lucas was 23 he went back to his grandad and played their most famous song “Why don’t you come back” and his grandad was as happy as he could ever be. Eventually more kids were inspired by the piano and started making their pianos play as well. Each day more musicians came up on social media. More and more people put the technology down and learned to perform the piano. Back in the age care they sang and they sang all night. The Piano played an ode to Rogelio about teaching Lucas the power of music. He played himself with joy and asked Rogelio to perform himself. Rogelio played beautifully with the piano and then the piano played itself with such joy and played fur elise,minuet in G and so much more which made the aged care as happy as they could be. “If it wasn't for this,the age care would have been very glum,”said the boss Jeff “Three cheers for Lucas,Rogelio and the grand piano.” “Hooray”

 

 

Saisha (Year 5, Stage 3)

 

Beyond The Tunnels

The external gust of wind blew against Little One’s fur. Why did this place seem so unfamiliar to her now? Luscious ferns cascaded down trees like waterfalls, blanketing her environment; her sanctuary. Stretching her limbs, she prepared to stalk under the moonlight for prey. She takes every step with caution as beady eyes watch her with suspicion. The young wolf yearned for a pack to watch her back. Hopefully, this could be changing tonight, she thought.

 

As dawn broke, Little One’s safety was slowly slipping away. Many wolves, much stronger, looked at her with disgust. A cub like herself could never stand a chance alone. The day continued relentlessly for Little One. Many looked at her as an outsider, rather than as a cub who had lost her parents and desperately needed a friend.

 

In a sea of disdainful glances, one curious pair of eyes couldn’t resist following Little One. Lying in her tunnel as a silent observer, Nova was also a young pup, seeking shelter from her cruel older sister. Except, as everyone knows, foxes are averse to wolves.

 

“What are you doing?” Nova was filled with intrigue. She stepped out of her den, her confidence growing with each step. “Trying to avoid nosy pups like you,” Little One retorted. Nova whimpered and abashedly groomed her coat. Little One was not satisfied yet. “Silly foxes! Your coats are too thin,” Little One responded smugly. 

 

“Well, at least I have a mum to clean me up!” Nova shot back. 

 

Little One growled and bared her teeth. Blood from her last meal oscillated on her lips. The young cub dived towards the stranger threateningly. This was met with a shaky surrender. “Wait! No, I-I don’t think it’s fair,” Nova stuttered. “Wolves and foxes should be friends, not enemies.”

 

An awkward silence hung deeply between the two as Little One considered this. “There’s a chance that this will never change, but you could change. I could change. We can start a new generation!” Nova swelled with eagerness at her friend. 

 

Little One looked up to the dark night sky with the stars like tiny sequins. She knew her parents were there, watching over her. In that moment, two stars twinkled as if winking at her. She looked back to her newfound friend and smiled.

 

The two made a pact and set off on an adventure. Twirling through tunnels dug out by Nova’s family and rolling around on the leafy ferns, the pair had finally escaped and found home. 

 

And many years later, a weary and frail Little One would be asked to name a newborn cub of the first fox-and-wolf pack. She would look up at the dark, navy-blue sky filled with blinking stars and envision Nova spinning around in tunnels once again. But there are no tunnels in the sky.

 

A single flash of light would soar across the sky and she would choose. ‘SuperNova’.