English Domain

English Domain

The students in the Year 10 Literature elective have experimented with extensive genres of creative writing during Term One. The following is a sample of the students’ work on Flash Fiction on the theme of ‘Love’. The parameters of the task required the work to be no longer than 100 words.

Flash Fiction on the theme of ‘Love’

Circuit breaker

A thin crack snaked along the socket outlet. My knees popped angrily as I knelt.                    I prodded the red outlet with confusion.                                                                                                  A voice peered over my shoulder.                                                                                                             "Mr Lineman, would you like some water?" I shivered at the bubbliness of my daughter’s wife.      

She floated away.                                                                                                                                                

I’d had colossal love for my daughter, until I met her wife.                                                                  I cradled the red outlet in my hands.                                                                                                       "It’s not broken." I told myself, reaching into the wall.                                                                          I grasped at the frayed wires, and one snapped, leaking voltage.                                                  My daughter found me; the cracked outlet laid across my overloaded heart.

Rooftop Revelations

They sat on the rooftop, gazing at the skyline. They were hypnotized by a family of birds as they flew gracefully past the setting sun.  The pair felt together but disconnected: a gaping hole separated them. A magnet was pulling them away from each other, but the force was one sided: full of uniqueness and individuality. Once, their connection bordered on inseparable, but now, the fracture between them seemed too vast. The father sat with his son, but alone.

Venturing into the Unknown

The turbulence rocks the plane. I peer out of the tiny window beside me, seeking reassurance from the aquamarine water. A sinking feeling invades my skin as the question of uncertainty circulates my mind.  It’s a reminder of the adventure that lies ahead. Grasping my passport, the door of freedom has now been unlocked, detaching my existence from the place I call home. Seconds away from the plane meeting stable ground, I’m flung back into my seat like a massive wave has crashed over me. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I realise, I have arrived. 

The truth

On the surface, it’s stunning. Glittering and sparkling, dancing and waving. But when you look deeper, past the surface, you perceive the truth. Not a bad truth. Just the truth. You see everything when you slink past the mask that hides it all. The truth looks dark and scary, home to a reality that you’ve never seen before. Although, if you, again, get past the mask that is the ‘dark’ and the ‘scary’, you can see it for what it truly is. But, looking again, it still holds beauty. Just not in the way one might think.

Vista on the Alicante

The rugged rises of Cocentaina were swiftly transforming into the pancake flat, poorly crafted roads of Sant Joanet. The roaring tailwind pushed us towards a smudge of blue on the horizon, beckoning us to escape the oppressive heat. My hamstrings ached with anticipation; the flowing descent awaited. The favourable gale blanketed me, propelling my beloved bike through the twisting streets of Dénia, finally depositing us at the waterfront vista. Beautiful.

Racing to the dock, the hot sun slowly caressed the water as the boat turned in. I gazed into her soul, she turned, and stared into mine and I know why I'm here.

Of mind and soul alike

a womanly mirage: pure and light.

Feelings of uncertainty dismissed without a doubt.

A rigid commitment is formed without bounds.

So, let us sit in this space, unremarkable and small,

chat of everything and nothing at all.

We need not pollute this juncture of our lives,

with thoughts of what lies ahead.

When I am with you, no words need to be said.

Peta Prokopos