June 10, 2010
A first draft of the Young Writer of the Year ‘Silver’ story. Initial comments from teacher. Please add your feedback below to help Kate develop her story further.
I could feel cool fabric pressing into my pale legs as I pushed my weight to the floor. A sharp metallic stench travelled up my nostrils making me cringe. Outside my rotting [U1] paper thin walls the wind howled at my pain. Squeezing my eye lids shut, I couldn’t bare to face it. The thunder of my panicked heart echoed in my head, threatening to explode. Tears trickled down my cheeks and into my gasping mouth. I licked the salty trail of my quivering lip. It was so cold…so cold.[U2] Read the rest of this entry »
June 10, 2010
A first draft of the Young Writer of the Year ‘Silver’ story. Initial comments from teacher. Please add your feedback below to help Anna develop her story further.
Claws of a stinging ice floor clench at my back. Ice gathers on the callous concrete as I look towards the wall. Three thousand, six hundred and fifty strokes cover the wall like a patterned blanket over a window in the winter. My spindly legs draw themselves in towards my shuddering chest and arms move on their own accord to embrace them as the frosty indoor night settles in and snow gathers amongst the wild grasses outside. Clouds form from breathes I do not remember taking. Automatic unintentional inhalations I have no control over. Dusty moonlight, silvered by the gentle clouds overhead, covers the doorway. Read the rest of this entry »
June 10, 2010
A first draft of the Young Writer of the Year ‘Silver’ story. Initial comments from teacher. Please add your feedback below to help Jake develop his story further.
The knife wept. Its glistening tears ran along the piercing blade. Staining the innocent silver into a murderous red. Congealing into rubies as it plunged through the air. Shattering as it impacted on the violent[U1] ground. I fell to my knees. Read the rest of this entry »
June 10, 2010
A first draft of the Young Writer of the Year ‘Silver’ story. Initial comments from teacher. Please add your feedback below to help Todd develop his story further.
Steam rises from the shifting lake as the leaves fall and sink into the darkness of the rippling [U1] waters.
The sketch of a reflection petrifies the lake’s inhabitants as the shadow encloses over the spread of green and blue. The girl from the trees kneels down as the clouds above her crawl over the top of the trees; they dance and tumble as the wind blows. [U2] The night was threatening the day as the girl peered into the heavens. A single raindrop fell through the canopy and beat down on her soft skin like a drum. The excess splash fell into the water and wrinkled its appearance. She opens her mouth and lets the rain dive down into her, tasting the sweet, cold feeling in her throat and across her tongue. Every drop was like candy. The downpour became heavier, gaining tempo and now reaching a louder sound. The penetrating noise was all that the girl could hear. She stands up and gazes across her kingdom, hands across her arms to keep warm. Read the rest of this entry »
June 10, 2010
A first draft of the Young Writer of the Year ‘Silver’ story. Initial comments from teacher. Please add your feedback below to help Harley develop his story further.
Sweat caresses my aching arms as I strive to lift the overwhelming[U1] pressure of my weakening heart. The beads drench the pores along my cheeks attempting to cool my cartoon red face yet fail as I drown in their thickened texture and perplexing stench. [U2] Their failure is only outdone by my own attempts to force this grey-silver bar above my chest into a holster mere inches’ from my finger tips, inches that are miles apart. Most things seem elongated at this point [U3] so it is not unusual my thin physic is more slender than normal. It does not scare me so much disheartens me. No different to the way watching an ex-lover with someone I know well feels. My body feels distant. Hell, even my eyes feel distant as they watch my legs twitch under the blinding white light protruding from the ceiling. If it weren’t for the increasing strain on my back crystallised by pins and needles in each slipping disk, I am sure this is how it would feel to be weightless – floating in obscurity, without pain or pleasure, into vanishing white. Alone.[U4]
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June 10, 2010
A first draft of the Young Writer of the Year ‘Silver’ story. Initial comments from teacher. Please add your feedback below to help Tessa develop her story further.
The deep ruby red [U1] rippled cautiously down the silent stream, avoiding the rocks that penetrated the surface. Flowing water pushed it further down the stream out of view. It was beautiful; hiding the sinister truth. I stared into her silver crystalised eyes as she slowly sank further into the gaping depths of the smooth, gentle liquid. Realisation dawned upon me as her sweet, succulent lips turned a pale blue and her once rosy cheeks drained to a pail white. She was forever lost. Read the rest of this entry »
June 8, 2010
Welcome to our blog. This will be a meeting place for emerging thinkers who have chosen to undertake the exciting English Extension courses. Most of the classes visiting and contributing to this blog in the first 3/4 of 2010 will be Year 11 Preliminary English Extension students. Where it goes to from there, only time will tell.
English Extension I and II are unique courses in that they allow for a perfect balance between the creative and the critical. Young emerging writers and thinkers are given the opportunity to strengthen their thinking and writing skills in the hope that one day these will be used to add new layers to the complex tapestry that is Australian literature. You, dear reader, are one such writer.
The aim of this blog is for you, and others like you, to connect with one another and showcase/share your creative and critical talents. Students from a variety of schools – both public and private – will be accessing and contributing to this blog. This is a new and exciting chapter for the highest level of secondary English literature studies in New South Wales. Through the connectedness of the world-wide web you, as a young Australian writer, will be able to shape and reshape the ways in which you harness the English language to express and alter perceptions of the world within which you grow.
Joan Didion explains why she writes:
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.”
Tell us, why do you write?