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…

Journal Task #1 – Gladiator

He was bound, gagged and blindfolded, all in the space of a few minutes; a few minutes that would forever change his life. Thrown in the back of a cart, he was dragged to his death. For hours all he felt was bump after bump, and the shouts of commoners. They finally came to a…

Journal task 1 : Turning

“Aiden, why don’t you understand it? Are you that stupid?” It only took those words to know that everything is over. I’m not going to be able to make it through this without hurting anyone. My body starts to tremble and my hands start to shake. It’s happening; the change is happening. My heart begins…

Journal Task 1 – The Flooded Town

Never have I seen these streets so empty. Teenagers used to roam these streets day & night. Families used to flow in & out of these shops. But now, there is nothing. Fallen telegraph poles litter the streets creating a maze. Houses and shops are now hardly standing with missing walls & rooves. What happened…

Windy Days

With the release of the last curl in the GHD and a touch more hairspray, Casey new she was ready for the biggest party of the year.She quickly grabbed her purse and handbag and ran out the door. As soon as she stepped outside the cool breeze hit her face. Casey was enjoying this breeze…

Near the End

I grabbed her hand just as she was about to fall off the railing. Her deep, sorrowful eyes met my own for only a moment before she shook off my grip and let herself go over the edge. My heart paused and it was hard to believe that she was gone. I still felt her…

Journal Entry #1

Carina sat in the bathroom stall sobbing for about an hour. Her whole life Carina never quite fit in she was always just a reject and she had accepted that. She didn’t like the same music as them or dress like they did, she didn’t have the opinions that they had and she openly expressed…

Journal Task #1- Fight For Freedom

I sat curled in the corner of the chilled room, analysing my prison cell. The walls that were once painted a fresh white are now a dull brown, filled with horrifying memories; where psychotic men drew closer and closer to their death. Staring up from the corner of my cell, a light begins to flicker…

The escape

i look from the window from my car, staring at he bank ready to pounce. i got my 2 humble and loyal friends in the back ready to storm in like a wrecking ball. We our jobs and loosing our family and everything of what we own. Cant get a job. We got nothing to…

Journal Task #1- The City Burned

The city burned, fire lighting up the sky. The stars and the sun were now indistinguishable, both as large as the other, both growing larger after each blink of the human eye. Red flames began to crowd Sylvia’s brain, fighting to escape through her the fragile wall protecting her eyes. Her bones and her hopes…

The stalking

Dylan looked through his bag trying to find his keys. It was a strain but he found it at the bottom of the bag. He unlocked his door and opened it ever so slightly. Walking into the house it is dark. He tries to look for his pet cat. “Fuzzy! I’m home,” he yelled to…

Journal Task #1- A Terrible Concert

Awful. It was a horrible waste of money, to say the least. I can’t believe I’ve waited 20 years just to see them serve up that rubbish. Disgusted words buzz through my ears like swarming bees, while the bar is teeming with angry concertgoers. I really don’t blame them though because my head is also…

The Publishing Deal

I am finally doing it . Me , Pattie Baker , is finally going to the Publisher , to maybe ( hopefully ) get my book published and in a book deal .It’s nerve – racking yet absolutely exciting . Jumping on the balls of my feet , I wait in the lobby in the prestigious…

Never look back…

Give a problem to a named person in your first sentence and go from there… Willow’s world changed when her parents first told her the news. Well, not really her parents anymore. The woman she used to call her mother looked like a Norse goddess, with glistening white hair, supermodel legs and a face that…