50 word stories so good they must be shared…

Allow me to introduce my AMAZING Year 11’s. They have absolutly nailed the art of editing both their own and each others work. In just two lessons. (Proud? Yes I am. We all know self critique is a challenging skill) From first draft to last, the difference is phenominal. I love it. They are learning to ask questions, identify language that adds little to their work and swap it out for something more powerful. Check out some of their work below:


Note: Post has been updated with some more 50 word stories from Year 8, 9 and 10. Nov, 2017. 

Grown and raised in tin boxes. Surrounded by metal rods. Fed until I can not eat, poked until I bleed. Young are taken away; hearing their shrieks before all life is taken. Fed further until my throat is slit and bleed out. Now my purpose is the feed the many.

A recent addition from one of my Year 9 girls

I’m completely alone. I’m so cold that my body loses feeling. The freezing winds make me stumble and lose my path. I feel my consciousness being pulled back up the icy slopes and away from my body. At worst, Mt Everest’s climate drops to -60. I don’t have much time.

Year 9 student. 

Waves embracing the sand as they softly break, quiet whistling of birds as I roam through a forest, dancing tree’s swishing along through the wind. Rain descending onto a metal rooftop at nightfall, a tranquil breeze sweeping through my hair and that one perfect verse in my favourite song. Calm.

Year 9 student. 

It feels like I’m going to die. I feel waves crashing against my chest. A stampede in my stomach. My vision is blurry. I can’t breathe. I can’t stop shaking. I can’t stop fidgeting. I know this isn’t the end, but it feels like it. Panic consumes me.

Year 10 student. 

It’s the feeling of having your breath taken away. Butterflies fill every nook and cranny inside you. The one person to call home, the one to be your anchor. Keep you grounded. The boat to keep you afloat. The warm feeling of being in their arms on a frosty night.

Year 10 student. 

I remember pulling my arm away. “It’s nothing” the words rolled off my tongue. I dragged my sleeve down then changed the subject before she could question the wounds crossing across my arm. You’re Nothing. A single tear bled down my cheek as I found peace in my final breath.

-Tannar Yr 11

I am trapped. The wooden walls agonizing against my frail structure. My body is contorted, tangled within my own ligaments. Fearing for my life. A sudden volume upsurges from above. The piercing voices shrieking to one another as the fires of bullets are triggered continuously. Time is no matter.

– Jenna Yr 11

Slowly wandering down the inexplicable shadowy hallway, not knowing what to expect when I finally open the glistening, aged door. I stop spasmodically. Should I turn back? The craving to open the door is eating me up inside. Finally I open the ancient door; appalled at what I find inside.

– Chloe Yr 11

Again, I lay there with silent thoughts going through my mind. The sounds of crickets chirping outside. The tap dripping spasmodically. There is snoring in the other room. Its dark, in and out. I close my eyes and begin to block out the sounds. Dusk.

Now, I start to dream.

– Brittney Yr 11

Looking over the vast stretch of blue ribbon, the memories are drifting though the wind. Drifting through one ear and out the other. Bethinking memories of an old man sitting on his front porch, sipping his whisky from the bottle. Not distressed. No heartache. Just him and the open plans.

– Taelyn Yr 11

Hoping on the plane with my stomach jumping in excitement. Butterflies tossing like never before; their wings flapping against my rib cage, like an endless love. Through the air, soaring like a kid on red cordial. The humid, dry, sweaty heat hitting me for the first time. It is Bali.

– Tonia Yr 11

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