Kangaroo Hunting

Kangaroo Hunting

We woke up one day,

And we felt a bit dazed

So will go out for a kangaroo hunt.

We grabbed a spear and we went for a punt,

We caught some big ones,

But they weren’t big enough.

We caught some big ones,

But they weren’t big enough.

We went back to our hut,

And we cut up the meat,

Then we had a big feast.

We went to bed and we heard some hopping,

We didn’t know what so we took a peep.

It was a kangaroo hopping outside,

We were to lazy get up so we stayed inside.

Kangaroo Hunting by Darlene Devery

Story by Andre Price-Quintner

Fishing by Bev Garside

The Fisherman

It was a hot dry day. We all hurried onto the boat. We heard gun shots everywhere. I was on a big long boat

with my 7 sisters, 2 brothers, my uncle and a few others. We had to leave quickly. It was not safe for us here

anymore. The army found out where we were living and they were on their way. It was only safe for our

parents because they’re adults and they could hide and blend in while we will be caught and shot if we are

seen. Vietnam was in the middle of war. The North and South both wanted to take over the whole of Vietnam.

Fishing by Bev Garside

Written by Thia Thai

Fishing

It was a dark, gloomy night. The waves were crashing against the small boat. The ocean was washing away the

red paint, and the waves around the boat were bleeding heavily.

The strongest four men in the boat were pulling up the nets. Hundreds and thousands of fish, sharks, octopus,

squid and a bit of sea weed were scrunched up in the gigantic net.

The man that was not helping with the net, was the smallest out of all five men, spotted a baby dolphin on

the other side of the bleeding boat. It smiled at him and he smiled back. By now the crashing waves around

him were a colorful rainbow with reds, pinks, sea weed, midnight blue and the light of the torch that he was

holding.

It started to sprinkle rain as the sun came up but the rainbow stayed in the crashing waves. Now instead of

midnight blue the ocean was a gorgeous aqua green.

The small man looked for the smiling dolphin but never saw it again.

Fishing by Bev Garside

Story by Caitlyn Woodcock

Life’s Journey by Bev Garside

Life’s Journey

As the land awakens,

The moon falls asleep,

Our heart is still sleeping,

But not down deep.

A path travels a long way,

To where you’ll find,

Where the happiness is given,

To all the kind.

Let us hold hands,

To create calmful peace,

Into our bodies

As you please.

No matter what happens,

We will look out for each other,

No matter who it is…

Treat them like another.

Nothing can stop us

Even if we turn,

All bad memories

Will surely burn

Our act is written

Throughout many stones,

Deep into our heart

And into our stones…

Life’s Journey by Bev Garside

Written by Shevanie Thevanesan

The Storms Of Life by Bev Garside

The Storms Of Life

The sea threw itself against the rocks, wreaking havoc everywhere. The small boat was travelling towards the

black clouds, its passengers unaware of the swell. Captain Rhino was too busy captivated in a conversation with

Jack and Harry to notice. The small canoe, the Pearl, travelled nearer and nearer towards the eye of the storm,

rocking dangerously side to side. Only the old man John noticed the wind, rain and thrashing of the waves.

John dived into his ragged bag and pulled out a small life jacket. As he pulled it over his head, he shouted out a

warning to the rest of the crew, but it was too late. The unlucky sailors covered their heads as the sea let off a

great roar and started attacking them with its heart and soul. The pearl was thrown up and down on the waves

like the wildest rollercoaster ride. The temperature was freezing as the startling sea spray drenched the men.

As old man John readied himself to dive, a great lightning strike lit up the night sky and struck the middle of

the pearl, leaving the boat falling to pieces. The passengers were split apart as helpless as a dog trapped in fire.

As the captain and his mates were flung out of their boat, old man John dived into the sea, everyone greatest

enemy, bobbing away on the wind, never to be seen again.

The Storms Of Life by Bev Garside

Written by Chloe Shoyer

The Storms of Life

It was a cold and dark day which was ironic because that was the same way that Joe was feeling, as the police

officer told him the bad news. Joe felt a tear rushing down his face.” I’m sorry Joe but your daughter Sally is

missing” the police officer said in a calm tone. “No that can’t be” Joe yelled. “Well we have spotted her boat

and she was not there”. Joe was speechless he was stunned. “I have to go and get her” he said “no you’re not

at least not in this weather, she has been gone for week’s. I’m sorry to say this but it’s highly unlikely she will

live”. Joe suddenly left he ran to his house. As Joe opened the door of the living room he saw his family crying

they must have already heard the horrible news on the phone or something. “What are we going to do?” asked

Sally’s mum. “Well I’ll find her I’ll go to the harbour and hire a boat and look for her.” Joe went to that harbour

and got a boat and set sail. The police officer was right it was very scary out at sea. He called out Sally’s name

over and over for days and days. Joe had almost given up until he hear his name getting called out, it came

less distant as he reached this little island. “Sally I can see you “he screamed. He lifted her and took her to the

hospitable. “And they lived happily ever after” said mum.

The Storms of Life by Bev Garside

Written by Stella O’Loughlin

Swish by Clare Smith

Swish

Claudia and Maria were very excited about their trip to the hidden valley. “I can’t wait to see the shooting

stars!” Claudia said as she nearly exploded. “Don’t get too excited” Maria commanded with a slight sigh. Even

though she didn’t seem like it, Maria was very excited about seeing the shooting star for her very first time,

but because Claudia was only thirteen year old she wasn’t allowed to leave or go anywhere by herself

Claudia bursting with energy while Maria sagged along the ground. “How long is this road!?” Maria shouted as

she tired of walking. Claudia frowned as she told Maria she should try enjoy the experience, but all Maria did

was shrug and slightly nod.

When Claudia and Maria finally reached the end of the road, the path opened up to a large plane land that at

the far back there was a majestic waterfall will a small pond at the bottom. The grass was lush and green and

had an earthy smell of dirt, grass and water. The sky opened up and they could see the tiny stars twinkling in

the giant, dark night sky.

Maria and Claudia stood there in “awe” as they stared up at the sky. They could see the shooting stars shining

as bright as the sun, it was beautiful. Claudia and Maria looked at each other and smiled, this is what they came

to see and they were grateful they came to see brilliant night sky together.

Swish by Clare Smith

Story by Maria Kougios

Blur

I stand in the middle of the clearing, all I can hear is the occasional chirping of bird somewhere off in the

distance, but I know they’re there, hiding, the monsters silently waiting to pounce and kill me.

I sit down on the rainforest floor and try to think up a plan, nothing comes to me “why did I have to steal that

stupid emblem? All I wanted was to earn some money for my dirt poor family and I am now cursed because

of that!” Once I pull myself together I stand up and call out even though there is no hope of anyone hearing

me, the only person that knows of my gift is my mum, you see I can talk and see the deceased but only the

evil, they’ve been following me since the day I was born and according to them today is the day. I feel my heart

thumping in my chest, I have no idea what to do and I start to panic, I look everywhere, searching, I find a small

path leading out into the rain forest and decide to run for it, as I run I am partially blinded by my brown curls

flowing against my face, I run with all my might and I can hear them getting closer whisper “today is the day!” I

look to my right and see one last beautiful blur of green.

Swish by Claire Smith

Written by Emma Huntingford

Grove Hill Silhouettes by Clare Smith

Grove Hill Silhouettes

“Tag you’re in Serendipity”, I shouted. “Unfair you didn’t count

to twenty, “whatever, 1, 2…” tap, tap. Serendipity hopped up

from her hiding place behind the big carving table “what is

that?” she asked. I cocked my head around to face her “I don’t

know”.

Serendipity and I walked cautiously over to a square looking

object. It was a mirror box which was rusted. Serendipity’s

house was full of queer things but not things that made

tapping noises. It went tap, tap again, this box gave me tingles

down the spine just by looking at it.

I started to open it but then I saw two hands flash forward to

the object the box held. “She’s beautiful isn’t she?” squealed

serendipity. I turned to see her holding a doll to her chest,

she was right it was quite exquisite but it still frightened me.

Serendipity started to walk upstairs when I asked “what

are you doing aren’t we playing tag?”, “NO, that game is for

children” she snapped “aren’t we children though?” “Well

if you are you can play with Constance then”, Constance

was Serendipity’s little sister, ‘” no I don’t” I said following

Serendipity up the stairs.

“There you are, would you like to ice the cookies girls?”

asked Serendipity’s mum “NO”, “SURE” yelled serendipity and I at the same time. “But Serendipity you love

icing cookies what’s wrong?”, “icing cookies is for babies” Serendipity retorted whilst looking in the fridge, she

grabbed out a bottle of water and then walked into her room locking her door. I asked if I could come in but

she ignored me so I walked over to the kitchen and asked “those cookies sound like a good idea” Serendipity’s

mum smiled at me and passed me a dozen of the cookies and pink icing. “mmmmm, those were delicious thank

you very much”, I told Serendipity’s mum “you’re welcome, do you want to go see if Serendipity will come out

now”

I nodded then walked over to serendipity’s room the door was no longer locked so I walked in, I couldn’t

see her, then suddenly “slam, ch,ch” I was locked in the room “aaaaaaahh” someone was screaming then it all

stopped I ran to the door and banged it “ help me, I’m locked in someone” I heard footsteps so I hid under the

bed the door opened I saw serendipity walk in “lala’s a child’s song, I’m coming to get you it won’t take long… I

know you’re in here come out come out wherever you are” then she bent over “well, well here we are playing

childish games.” That was the last thing I ever heard…..

Grove Hill Silhouettes by Clare Smith

Story by Gypsy Manley

Grove Hill Silhouettes

Lost among my thoughts

I walk among the cold damp concrete,

I enter the room with a chill up my spine,

I’m stinging on my legs my arms my body,

When will it stop? When will it go?

I keep her there by my side,

Never letting her go,

One push and she can slip away forever,

I stumble among the uneven bricks,

The wind howls,

The shutters close,

Why are we so alone?

The darkness awakes us calling us in their dreams,

She stops you falls,

With a cry of pain,

She’s brokenhearted,

Who is she without me? Who am I without her?

I look down I yell in fright,

The blood rushes down like a flowing lake,

Everything is silent like the world skipped a heartbeat,

Her leg is covered in blood,

There’s nothing I can do,

I hold her cool hand,

Kissing her Christmas cheek,

Finally she stops,

With a heart that’s stopped forever

We’re sisters for life

Grove Hill Silhouettes by Clare Smith

Story by Hermine Strohmayr

The Patron Saint of Desert Lady Love by Bry McVicar

Temple of Secrets

It was a cold, windy night. The street lights flickered on and off. The wind silently whispered to me. I can feel

something breathing heavily on my neck. I look back and form a silhouette of a tall man, and in the blink of an

eye he is gone.

I look down and notice my necklace with my key is gone. I rush down several streets. I find the man and dash

after him. Suddenly he throws down a device and it makes a portal. Unable to slow down I bump into him and

we are both knocked into the portal.

Suddenly I am launched head first into a stone wall and I hit the ground. I look around. There are cobwebs and

bats everywhere. I am in a cave. I reach into my backpack and retrieve a torch. I sit for a moment and then set

out to find an opening, then suddenly my torch turns off and I try to turn it back on but I can’t. I crawl into a

corner and I hear an eerie screech. Then suddenly I see an opening.

I climb out. The first thing I see is the giant brick castle. I look to my right and see him. The dead grass dances

in the wind. The trees are brown and have no leaves on them at all. This place is as dead as the Dead Sea.

I walk into the castle pursuing the man. Well lit medieval torches sit on the walls. A red carpet lies on the

cold, stone floor. I walk down the hall. Suddenly the torches burn out and I am left in the pitch black. At that

moment a knight in shining armor violently swings a sword at my head. I duck down and run.

I open the door and enter a room. I can see a bed with a mix of purple, pink and velvet. In the middle of the

room is a blank, circular tile. I walk on the tile and the entire room transforms. The walls are violently ripped

off and transforms into a vast expanse of desert. The once beautiful carpet turns into rough, yellow sand.

For the first time I can see that he isn’t a man but a kangaroo. My key dangles around his neck then suddenly,

he drops dead.

I grab my key and look around. I find a small cavern in a mountain. I fit my key into the keyhole and surprisingly

it fits. I turn the lock and open the large doors and I see the most amazing thing ever. I am back in the dark

street on that cold, windy night.

The Patron Saint of Desert Lady Love by Bry McVicar

Story by Jaydon Watson

Treasure Plague

The howls echoed through the night sky as the moon shines through the dark, desert sky as the animals slept

throughout the land. A plague swept across the desert as screams filled the air. Weird creatures came to help

but did no good, animals got taken away in strange things as it made sounds like a lion’s roar.

5 MONTHS LATER

A jackal pup was born in an enclosed area and the child was elegant, gentle and whenever you saw her, you

would fall in love, so she was called Luna. Her mother died slowly, painfully, exhaustedly after 3 days had passed,

Luna cried for ages and because of it she had an antidote for every sickness except for 1, the plague. She

would need a key for a chest of spices.

The egar of this chest was growing every day, every minute an animal was dying sick or hurt. Luna went to find

the key; she looked at the streets, fields, seas and jungles. Luna was wandering over the plain, hot, desert land

and was dreaming of water, she had saw a temple and thought she was dreaming, Luna rubbed her eyes and

saw the temple and ran to it, she entered the temple seeing a chest and a key, she ran to it and fell into a trap

…

The Patron Saint of Desert Lady Love by Bry Mcviar

Written by Lauren Cohalan

There was a collection of assorted talents from far flung places by Bry McVicar

The Human Cat! Shemale.

One day there was a cat, he was like a human. The human cat was part woman and part man. The human cat

was walking in the park and sat down on the bench, the cats name is Shemale. Shemale saw a genie on the

bench, only Shemale could see the genie, but no one else could see the genie.

So Shemale asked the genie “What is it like to be a genie?”, the genie replied and said “IT IS AWESOME, do

you want to be one?” Then Shemale thought about it. He said “YES!” So the genie transformed Shemale into a

genie, now the Shemale cat is a genie. It looks so funny people nearly cried because it was so funny.

It has lots of jewellery; it looks like a proper girl.

It predicts everything; it makes your wishes come true. Shemale can get you anything.

Shemale looks weird……

There was a collection of assorted talents from far flung places by Bry McVicar

Story by Tahlia Jbaili

There was a collection of

assorted talents from far flung places

There was a collection of assorted items on a table, behind the items are hidden talents from a far flung places.

“Well choose one” said the man. “What ever for” said he-she cat, “Because I’m letting you ... you know this is

a very rare opportunity, I don’t go around letting people have my stuff for free you know” said the man “well

okay” said he-she cat. He-she cat chose a crystal ball and with it the he-she cat found a hidden talent .......

fortune telling. The next day he-she cat used the crystal ball on he-she cat’s neighbor who was having a bit of

trouble making the perfect pie, so he she cat helped him out.

Firstly he-she cat asked him what he thought was going wrong. “I don’t know” said the neighbor. He-she cat

looked into the crystal ball and closed her eyes and said “I see … your problem is … you put too much selfraising

flour in it.” “Thank you. I’ll go and make one right now.” Said the neighbor.

The next day he-she cat decided to put his talent to good use by going to the local homeless shelter. He-she

cat tested it on a random person from the homeless shelter. “Now tell me one of your problems” said he-she

cat. “Umm, it’s kind of personal, it’s about my family. I killed them all and I need some money” said the homeless

guy “okay” said he-she-cat then suddenly the homeless guy pulled out a knife and stabbed he-she-cat through

the heart “owwww” said he-she-cat almost dead “I didn’t do it” said the homeless guy “I just saw you” said heshe-

cat “well I didn’t mean to do it sorry should I ring a hospital?” said the homeless guy “Yes! Wait no need, I

have 9 lives any way”. Then they all lived happily ever after.

There was a collection of assorted talents from far flung places by Bry Vicar

Written by Lucy Van’t Sand

Sheet Metal Toaster by Al Oldfield

Sheet Metal Toaster

A long time ago there was a toaster. That was owned by a girl and her dad said she was special her name was

Claudia Taco Unicorn. Claudia loved tacos and unicorns she made her own taco toaster that only made tacos

and nothing else and if you tried to put bread in it, it will spit it back out. Claudia’s BFF was a unicorn named

Maria Lobster Karma Cheese ball. Maria had wavy rainbow hair.

One day Claudia got her toaster and Maria and went to the park with her picnic basket. Whilst Claudia was on

her way to the picnic spot she found a panda and put it on Maria’s back. Ok so Claudia then found her picnic

spot and sat down with Maria and her toaster. The toaster was so happy that it came alive and turned into a

taco. The taco was alive and could talk so it named itself Jerry. Claudia’s picnic was over and everyone went

home to relax and go to bed.

A week later on October 3, 2004 Jerry was taken by her evil brothers with spiky orange hair, yellow teeth and

doesn’t wear a shirt! Claudia got on her taco flying bike and flew to her brothers houses. When she arrived at

both of her brother’s house (they lived together) she smashed the door open with Maria by her side. When

they got inside they notice Jerry wasn’t there and that her brothers had hid it somewhere in town! So Claudia

got back on her bike and rode to the town it took 3 hours to get there but Claudia thought it was worth it.

Claudia and Maria got to the town and were going to the taco shop first and Jerry wasn’t there, they went to

every shop they saw and they saw nothing. But there was one they didn’t go in and that was the teddy shop

near the hat store. They went inside and saw unicorn with the unicorn teddies. They picked up Jerry and went

home it was a long way away but they were all happy they found Jerry.

Sheet Metal Toaster by Al Oldfield

Story by Claudia Brennan

Sheet Metal Toaster

One dark and stormy night young John was up late reading when a knock filled the room. John opened the

door and slap-bang there was an old lady with a dropping cape holding an ancient toaster. ‘Take this little

boy, take it now’ that horrible witch was saying. John explained that they didn’t need a toaster but she just

whispered ‘doom be upon you if you shall not take it’. ‘OK just give the toaster and get away from me’ said a

scared John. She evilly smiled and disappeared saying ‘good boy’. John put the toaster on the bench and went

to bed. Next morning his Dad asked him what’s that metal thing, so John explained what happened but Dad

just laughed and told him he was dreaming and maybe some fresh air would do you good. So they decided to

walk the dog to the park. Meanwhile the toaster sucked in a slice of bread and cooked it to flames and shot it

at the morning paper, making it burst into flames and set fire to everything. When John and his Dad got home,

or what was left of home they were horrified to see the toaster psychopathically shooting burning toast and

electrical forks at everything. Then John without a moment to spare grabbed a frying pan and started hitting

debris at the ‘toaster of doom’ as out of control as the toaster. John was an A grade cricketer and he smashed

an electrical fork in the toaster, causing it to short circuit and shutdown… …for good.

Sheet Metal Toaster by Al Oldfield

Written by Angus Gurry

Octobox by Al Oldfield Written by Siena Miller

Incredobox

“look mother can we go to the new toy shop?” “Yes Billy but you only have a penny and a nickel.” “bye

Mother I’ll be back 1 hour love you.” “love you to, meat me at big Ben at 2:00, no longer.” So Billy went

into the toy shop. “WOW this place is awesome” said Billy. “Oh what is that?” asked Billy “oh that is the

Incredobox” replied the cashier. “cool how much will it cost?” shrieked Billy. “I don’t know throw a price at

me and I’ll see “ mumbled the cashier. “ how about 1 penny?” asked Billy “way too cheap!” yelled the cashier

Octobox by Al Oldfield 

Written by Siena Miller