ENGLISH - CREATIVE WRITING
They licked and singed his hair as he did so but he was too terrified to notice . His legs didn ’ t stop once he vaulted over the flames though . Once he saw a clear path where the fire had not consumed he ran and didn ’ t stop . Now the monsters seemed to be calling for help as the fire cackled and the branches hissed . But the fawn kept running and running . The edge of the forest inched closer and the fawn finally halted .
His mother had warned him about The Outside . Where two legged humans were with their shooters and slicers . He glanced back at the redness eating the forest behind him and then noticed how thick the smokey smell was and how the fire had chewed its way to the top of the tallest trees . They basically touched the stars that were still in the sky . Suddenly a low creak and snap startled the fawn as a tree ablaze nearby fell , sending sparks flying . That ’ s all it took for the fawn to start running again as he darted out of the forest and onto the plain hill land .
The fawn felt watched and unsheltered out in the open compared to being under tall trees . But there was no going back now . How could he ? His home and maybe even his mother were being burned and there was nothing he could do . The fawn slowed once he came across a freshwater creek and decided to drink . His body cooled as he lapped up the clear water and he relaxed . His calmness didn ’ t last when he spotted another fawn his age in a fetal position , eyes shut .
She looked dead laying on a small patch of soft ground on the opposite side of the stream . Curiously he walked over to her body and nudged her shoulder . She grunted in pain and he jumped back , surprised . Her eyes sleepily opened and they peered at each other until he looked down at her right front leg . It was bent in a weird way that proved it was definitely broken . He searched her body for more injuries but only noticed slight burns on her right upper back .
He pitied her and showed empathy by settling next to her . Here they were far away enough that the deadly orange glow seemed small while the female fawn fell asleep again , feeling safe .
While she slept he thought about his mother and his home and how he was glad he wasn ’ t alone . He had one last look at the shrinking bright orange and noticed the same welcoming pastel orange and pink rising as the sun came up . Except this time the dark smoke from the burnt trees tainted the colors taking away its beauty .
Oh how quickly everything changed .
Tiaho te Huia , Year 10
The smells of wet grass Seep up into my nose
The sounds of Bees buzzing Dogs barking Fill the morning silence
Pigs snort in the distance
Perfect Blocked World
I smile Emerging from my small wooden house I see it all Everything we ’ ve ever built
The statues of individual creatures Stand tall and proud The small wooden waterlogged houses And other random blocked things that create the perfect atmosphere Dot the area like thumbtacks on a bulletin board
And finally At the centre of it all The perfect heart shaped statue
He made it For me And only me
This place is where I feel the Most calm Away from the disorganization that hurts my soul
This is the place where we ’ ve Shared the most memories Jokes And laughter
If this wasn ’ t a game I ’ d spend forever here With him
Chloe Rogers , Year 12
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I wish I had come back here in the daylight . Brick walls loom around me , covering the alley in darkness , already blue in the night . I know what monsters could lurk in those writhing shadows . Looking over my shoulder , I check there ’ s no one around . My heartbeat starts thumping in my ears and my body starts trembling , muscles quivering faster and more violently until it ’ s uncontrollable . I try to win back control , force my limbs to freeze . It doesn ’ t work . Of course , it doesn ’ t work . Maybe I ’ m just feeding the fear I came here to kill .
A sick stench rolls up from the still wet streets , glowing yellow and green in the ghostly haze of artificial lights . I sit down by the gutter , just outside a door , leaking up-beat music . Its beat ’ s too fast , its cadence too sweet , its melodies too cheerful . It ’ s a struggle to imagine people dancing just a few metres from here . From where it happened .
Quaking on the street , I look up . The starless sky seems so far away , churning with bruise-coloured
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