I find that when I work with my students on their stories, plot is often not what they struggle with. There’ll be moments where we have to work out where a story goes together, but more often than not students come to their sessions brimming with ideas like where their… Read More
How does one write ‘like a poet’? Maybe we should start by asking which poet we want to write like. After all, writing like Dr. Seuss will be different to writing like William Shakespeare. Penning a spoken word, different to a bouncing limerick. But there are some commonalities to poetic… Read More
By Anwita Vasanth Koodalithazhathuveedu The pneumatic tube hisses as I pour myself some hot chocolate- the kind with real chocolate, not the faux-chocolate abomination that the alchemists seem to think are the next big hit- and I try to guess what it could be; new intel? New orders? New… hmm. Read More
By Isobel Bury “Jethro”, I hear. Time to strike. It’s the perfect night for it. The Night Bazaar. Everyone is preoccupied by the fireworks popping above. Everyone’s heads are turned upwards, away from the action going on below. This plan is flawless. I have thought through this plan again and… Read More
By Sophia Yap Step, step, step. Silently step. Please do not let anyone hear me. “Remind me why I’m doing this again?” I ask Georgie, my pet hamster that for some reason recently ate a fish. “………….” (Awkward silence) “Oh yeah, because SOMEONE KILLED ARIANNA!” My voice now loud. “Well,… Read More
By Leila Romanes That night, silence had a colour. My ears rang with the silver of the night’s hush, swirling like liquid mercury. The field was a desert after the harvest; I didn’t think that anything could have survived the conflagration of dry stalks. My fingers, coated with charcoal, traced… Read More
By Rufus Herbert What Are Clock Coins? Clock Coins are just like normal coins, except they’re worth more, and they expire. Expiring Clock Coins will expire after a certain amount of time. The time is chosen by the Unseen Administration. All Clock Coins have a small blinking timer on them. Read More
By Scout Brown The sun glowed brightly, stars sparkled away, and birds sang. While Evie wasn’t so bright. “What should I do?! My family moved to the Inner Ring, and I’m still stuck in the Outer Ring! I’m poor and I don’t have a passport,” she says to herself, frowning. Read More
By Arabella Kirk Ashala wandered through the dark streets, her high boots splashing in the puddles of who knows what, her satchel thrown across her shoulder. She could see the glistening fairy lights down the lane and the shouts of happy people drinking down at the old bar. Ashala quickly… Read More
by Alexandria Waksberg I pulled my threadbare coat around my shoulders, the wind streaming through the gaps in the fabric and whipping my hair out behind me. It was a cold June day, and the common market was packed with eager shoppers and their bright, pearly smiles. Hagglers shouted discounts… Read More
