Writers Club

INKLINGS

“A man of troubled choices. A path across the way. ‘Always listen to the voices,’ is what they seem to say. A boy adrift by anarchism. A day, one more, a third. A member of the final schism which the world has not heard. Exiled for all the simple things, ideas and hopes and dreams. But his life and all it brings has shaped the world the world he sees. The final party left aside from controlling forces high, his energy, which waits and bides will destroy the forces, nigh.”

Whitley Gerlach, Year 9 

5…4…3…

Ignition sequence start.

3…2…1…

“Space centre, we have lift-off. Status nominal. First stage separation in T-32.” The loudspeakers droned.

“Uh… Space Centre, we have a problem.” The voice sounded worried.

I yelled into the microphone: “What is it?” With each word my voice went higher.

“We have a fuel leak in the second stage engine, permission to abort?” The crew answered.

 “You have separation in T-2, wait a while.” I looked up at the monitor, saw the first stage separate and the second start up. Relief flooded through me. Too soon. The rocket exploded in a brilliant fireball. The crew were gone. I realized, it was my fault, I was the one who told them to hold on, to wait. I was the cause of their death, and I will live on with that weighing on my soul. Forever.

Maksim Kuzminykh, Year 7 

She drove to kiss the horizon; nowhere, anywhere and everywhere all at once. Following the road or sometimes not, with no promised land in sight. Gone girl. Her heart was broken, yet she travelled on in the hope the endless miles of tarmac could stick the shards together again.

Leila White, Year 8

You are being told to write a single paragraph story, but you have no experience with this. Your two best friends try to help you by giving you ideas. They say, “It doesn’t matter what you write, just write what comes to mind.”

Another girl in the class is having the same problem as you. She asks the teacher for help. You listen in. “Maybe you could write about not knowing what to write about.” This idea could work. The girl seems to think of something else. Yes! This is your chance! You finally have something to write about. You start with ‘you are being told to write a single paragraph story…’

Liz Wilson, Year 8

Amelia is seated at her desk within the library, books piled high around her. With steely grey eyes she scans the pages of the thick volume in front of her. Suddenly the words and phrases come to life in front of her. She lets out a sigh of contentment. Amelia is completely in her element.

Mai Brennan, Year 8