Journal Task #2 – Good Things Come in Small Packages

As we gear up for our Creative Writing assessment task, we’re looking at narratives and how we can improve our creative expression by using imagery to show, rather than tell. We’ve been working on different types of narratives and how we can build stories with rich detail with both many and few words. Our journal task…

Journal Entry #1 – Quake

Libby settled by the curtains, contemplating what the colour of the walls should be. “Blue,” Carlos said as he was engulfed by the waves of his wife’s eyes. Libby pondered out the window, casting a shadow on the wall behind her. “It could work,” started Libby, her shadow growing larger. “But it would clash with…

Journal #1 – Laughter

I walk barefoot down a pitch black corridor, wearing a blue lace gown. The ground feels cold and slimy against my feet. A dim light shines at the end of the hallway.  There are goose bumps forming all over my body and I start shivering. The temperature has suddenly dropped very low and I rub…

Journal #1: Ms Straem’s ring

I jump into the wild water. The waves crash around me as I swim towards my turquoise purse. I try to fight the strength of the waves and grab my purse and swim back to the boat. Linda and Jessie grab my sore arms and pull me back to safety. “Candy!” Linda scolds me like…

Journal Task #1

I could see the world as I knew it coming to an end as I fell from the cliff. Who knew death could be so overwhelming, my head was overrun with memories of my first birthday all the way to the few but crucial moments that lead me to my one way ticket out. Let…

The Never Ending Curse

Jones was dying. He felt his soul turning cold. The silent tapping of branches knocking at his half shut window. It was late. No one cared, no one noticed. Jones was fully aware he would never actually die, but sometimes, like tonight, it felt like his impossible end was near. Having lived through all the…

Journal Task #1: Life Changing Moment

Laying there at the cemetery with my best friend Ruby who is down under ground, on top covered futile, vivid flowers. The blooming, green grass, piercing my skin, the birds whistling and chirping together in the extraordinary trees swaying with the harsh wind. It’s here, it’s here where I feel safe, and this is the…