Short Stories
Short Story Competition Winners
Last fortnight our year 7 and 8 students' stories were shared and in this fortnight's newsletter, excerpts and stories from our year 9, 10 and 11 students' are shared below.
Year 9 – Angel W. 9J
The Wait for the Inevitable
I stand frozen at the front of the wide corridor that leads to my biggest fear. My mum holds my hand tightly as she urges me to walk forward, each step building more and more tension throughout my body. The candles on the walls flicker in the darkness as I continue walking until I finally make myself look. I peer down at my Nonno’s aged pale hand lying still inside my own from the glossy black casket. His body, now a lifeless coat of humanness lies inside. I try my best to focus on this feeling, as I know I will not get to hold onto it much longer. I take this time to go through the memories of our time together to distract myself from this painful reality for a moment. Each memory plays one after the other like a slideshow in my mind.
Read the rest of Angel's story in the attachment below.
Year 9 SEAL – Zoe T. 9E
Light
In one week, an asteroid is going to wipe humanity from existence. I have one more week as Sean Diaz until it’s all done. I’ve lived all twenty-one years of my life like I’m floating, re-watching the same lonely day's loop over and over again, and time is running out for change.
Read the rest of Zoe's story in the attachment below.
Year 9 EAL – Helia M. 9D
Love and Royalty
I finally got her after all those months of hard work, she is in my hands. She is so calm and doesn’t even try to do anything anymore. There are things making her absolutely different from the others I’ve ever caught. I notice something, the scars all over her body on her back, her face, her
arms and even on her legs.
Read the rest of Helia's story in the attachment below.
Year 11 – Jackson L. 11D
The Wait for the Inevitable
“Promise me. Promise me you will always Hold me, and you will never let go.”
“I promise.”
33 years later
Augustus Booth sits alone again for the 32nd year in a row. Eating his dinner. White potato poisoned with brown gravy. He moves his spoon into his food and moves it to his dry, ghost-white lips and munches his life away. Augustus Booth is in his 40s. He has brown hair on the ends of his ears and nothing more. His stomach sticks out and almost touches the brown table with an old, dirty maroon cloth on it. His feet are small. As always, he wears his brown, cheap suit, with a coffee white shirt. The shoes he wears are as dull as his house. Brown and sad. As Augustus finishes his meal, he looks up the cobb webbed roof of his house, and a worried look gets glued to his lonely face.
Read the rest of Jackson's story in the attachment below.