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Year 9 Creative Writing

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Here is a collection of creative writing by year 9 students.


“-me die,” Caelius whispered to himself as the sound of rushing wind rose up into his ears, the ground sped towards him. Rocky walls swept past him in a blur of brown and grey. Then, impact; Darkness…

Caelius’ emerald green eyes flickered open. Stones dug uncomfortably into his lower back. His eyebrows knotted into a look of terror, as he remembered that he had fallen over the height needed to reach terminal velocity. He scrambled into a sitting position and checked himself over; arms: fine, legs: fine, torso: fine. No blood, no breakages, no pain.

His green eyes traced the outline around him. The chasm must’ve been at least two hundred metres down, a pure miracle that he was living still. The darkness was encompassing, making everything even more eerie. The wind howled through the wide cliffs, funneling into a punch that chilled Caelius to the bone. The ripped violet t-shirt didn’t help. Caelius brought his denimed legs to his chest and slipped into the unconscious bliss of sleep.

When Caelius woke up, he was surrounded by a pack of strange creatures. They were wolf like in shape, but were covered with brown scales. Their pale white eyes flickered with a childlike curiosity that gave Caelius the creeps, as if they would tear him into blood soaked strips of flesh just to see how he was living. The sounds of their excited yelps terrified him, but he didn’t have the strength to move. About half an hour later of the game and stay quiet and wait, the pack became uninterested in him and moved on along the gorge.

Caelius decided that he had enough of sitting down at the bottom of the rift waiting to see what would happen. Anyway, he knew he would get hungry at some point. He stood up on the rocky floor and followed the wall towards to what he believed was the East. The gorge itself was quite bland, only with wind eroded stone formations, with minerals ranging from granite to andesite.

After about one hour, he came across a ladder going up to the top of the chasm. It was made from what looked to be rusted iron. Trickling in front of the ladder was a muddy stream with algae growing on the floor. Despite the risk of waterborne diseases, Caelius’ thirst took over. He drank deeply, but only so much to keep himself going. When he had finished his drink, Caelius looked up at the ladder with renewed vigor, determined to scale it to survive the desolate place.

The hardened metal dug into his skin, letting blood seep, making scaling the ladder difficult. Caelius’ face was covered in sweat and his hands were slick and crimson, but he pressed on in the hope of food. Muscles strained and blood pumped as he struggled on up the rungs. The sun glanced off the rails into his eyes, lowering visibility.

At last, Caelius’ blood-caked hands reached over the edge of the gorge, giving Caelius a burst of adrenaline. He gave one final push to reach the top. He gazed around him, only to be taken aback by what he saw; a vast desert. Caelius whimpered as he fell to his knees and let out a yell of despair that would’ve shaken the heavens. Cacti rose from the auburn sand. A thin snake of water flowed down a dune into the sand. The sun was starting to set on the sandy setting, so Caelius decided to take a drink from the stream and hunker down for the night.

When Caelius woke, he knew he needed to find food or he wouldn’t last another day. As he did a three-sixty, he noticed some pink lumps poking out from the cacti - prickly pears. Not very nice, but very nutritious. He tore a few from a nearby cactus - not bothered with the pain, peeled them, and ate heartily. The landscape was not dramatically changed from the day before, although that was likely to change.

Caelius decided the best idea would be to keep moving. He headed North, to get as far away from the ravine as he could. The sun was harsh and unrelenting, burning his skin within the first hour. He found numerous streams along the way, stopping to drink each time. When the sun reached it’s apex, Caelius stopped to eat a light lunch of more prickly pears, and then continued his trek North. Before he knew it the sun was setting.

Looking at the rising moon, he continued his walk. A split-second later, his foot landed on thin air. He tumbled forward into a dark abyss not too dissimilar to the chasm he just escaped. Caelius took a breath as his face was whipped by the wind.

“Don’t let-”

(^ back to top ^)

By Leon Humphrey  


In the Japanese film Spirited Away, which is directed by Hayao Miyazaki, an important character is Haku, a River Spirit. Haku is important because of how he changes throughout the movie. He starts off unsure of who he is but by the end he discovers his true identity. He also shows us the importance of bravery, standing up for what you believe in, leadership, taking charge and knowing what’s best, and kindness, always being there for someone.

Haku is an important character in Spirited Away because he shows us the importance of leadership. He teaches us that it is alright to take charge if your intentions are good, like protecting others. An example of when Haku showed leadership, was when he told Chihiro she needed to earn a job to survive in the Spirit Lands bath-house. It was a two shot of Haku and Chihiro in the bushes outside the bath-house. There is intense music to help set the scene of how important it is for Chihiro to earn a job. This is also shows us the relationship between Haku and Chihiro. By Haku taking charge it showed how much he cared for Chihiro and how he cared for her. Haku taking hold of the situation was important because Chihiro was dependent on him. She needed him to take charge to help her escape safely but quickly.

Another reason why Haku is a vital character is because he teaches us the importance of showing kindness. He shows us that it is good to care for others and protect them. Haku shows kindness in a long shot of Chihiro and Haku together on the bridge, this helped us to see that they were surrounded by other people. Haku is leading Chihiro who is invisible thanks to Haku’s spell. Haku is showing kindness by protecting Chihiro from getting caught. There is mysterious music playing over the sounds of the other people’s voices. It showed us that even though you don’t know someone you can still be kind to them. I think that the long shot shows that Chihiro is lost but Haku comes to her rescue. This is important because it shows us Haku’s true personality.

Throughout the film Haku teaches us the values of bravery. He overcomes his fears and tries new things. He shows us bravery through a close up of him as dragon river-spirit who is being attacked by paper birds. The music playing in the background is intense and suspenseful to show us that he is in a fearful situation. The close up shows Haku’s bravery through him getting up and pushing through the pain of the attacking birds. He attempts to fly into the sky, which draws the birds away. This results in him protecting Chihiro. This shows us that he would rather protect Chihiro than protect himself.

I think that Haku is a crucial character in the film Spirited Away, by Hayao Miyazaki. He demonstrates the qualities of bravery, leadership and kindness. He shows us this through his behavior towards Chihiro and the intense music that plays to prove that he cares for what he believes in. The author displays this in the film to teach us that it is okay to stand up for what you believe in and to be yourself. I think these are virtues that everyone can benefit from in their everyday life.

By Zadie McDowell

This Cannot Go On

My eyes flicker restlessly over the broken ground, wearily wandering over the desolate landscape. Pools of blood run through the ruts formed in the thick mud. The bodies are strewn about, young and old faces alike. It makes no difference here. Through the light haze of rain I can just make out the coiled barbed wire that marks the start of our territory. Guns peek cautiously over the edge of the muddy bank. Desperate soldiers run for their trenches like rabbits run to the safety of their holes, seeking shelter from the enemy fire that is sure to come. A chorus of agonized screams fills my ears and I squeeze my eyes shut, willing them to depart from me. To release me of their haunting cries. But the sound is forever there, a nagging call at the fringe of my sanity. A reminder of the lives that have been lost.

I tug my boots from the sucking mud, stepping over a twisted corpse at my feet. I choke back a wave of vomit. The putrid aroma of rotting flesh causes me to stumble. Salty tears sting my cheeks. This can’t go on. Why are we here? What do they want from us? Have they not destroyed us enough? I have seen too much horror already. I need my mother’s comforting arms around me, assuring me that everything is going to be alright. My foot catches on the lifeless soldier’s gun and I find myself falling. The mud ensnares me in its arms, pulling me further into its clutches. The metallic taste of blood runs into my mouth. But not my own blood. What’s the point of this war? The only thing I’ve seen is death. What good will death bring? What gain will it give us?

A wave of frustration overcomes me. What had I gotten myself into! I screamed into the mud. There is no hope. No hope for me. No hope for us. No hope even for the Turks. I had lost my will to live. All the things I would never get to experience, crawled into my thoughts. Love, marriage, children. I will never grow up, never find a dear one to cherish, never learn the many things I still have left to learn. My life is meaningless. If I stand up, it would be the same as if I had stayed. I would be just as useful here in the mud, with all my spirit drained, as I would in the trenches. Those damp, depressing trenches. Where the only meals we receive are stale, tasteless crackers, too hard to shatter. Where privacy is a privilege no one has. Where rats constantly scurry over the compact dirt that is our beds. Where the only warmth is the thin sheets they call our blankets. Where the only thing to do is wait.

Yes, I was better off here. My forlorn heart pulled me further down.

Muffled gun shots ring out above me and even from position in the mud I can see the bright flashes. Hear the screams. Taste the fear.

God save us all. This can’t go on forever.

By Taliah Pham