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CREATIVE WRITING

Here is a selection of wonderful creative writing from our students this half-term.
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Alone by Isabella Cox

Alone, to be alone does not always mean to be lonely,
To be lonely is to want company,
But she did not want company,
For her being alone meant being at one with nothing,
Her thoughts and nothing else.
She wanted full possession of her thoughts,
For that she had to be alone.

She was never quite alone though.
She never quite had control of these thoughts.
In the darkest corner of her mind clung a moth.
Dull and fragile it would bury itself into her head, 
Never leaving and never seen.

Muttering, flitting,creeping.
Inside her head. She could never free herself,
From the dystopia the small moth would bring.
An itch forever resting on her brain,
Overwhelming clicking of antenna against her skull,
So long she sat alone in her room, cracking chipping and flaking
For weeks the moth haunted every thought
Until finally she swallowed,  taking a few deep breaths
She swam, 
Euphoric excitement filled her she was surrounded by glowing colours
Flashing lights and silence.
Complete silence, not even the rattling gasp for air.






The Heater by Isla Mills
The twin suns lit up the icy wasteland, their light making then towers of frozen crystal shine like lasers pointing up at the moons. Flurries of snow flittered around the holes in the ice like they were living, and lay to rest on the ground, making it pristine and smooth for the sledges that would pass over them a few short hours from then, when civilisation woke. The sharp, piercing sound of the glaciers moving was all that broke the silence of the dawn. A set of footprints was quickly being erased by the snowflakes, buried, never to be seen again. The long skid mark in the permafrost would take longer, however. That and the hole that had mysteriously appeared in one of the towers. I kicked the controls of my sledge, willing the magnetic fields that pushed it along to work faster. I didn't have much time. Hopefully the snow would fully cover my tracks, but i couldn't be sure until the search crews came after me. I swear i didn't mean to do it, i told myself, it
was just a simple, unplanned but disastrous mistake. I swear i didn't mean to let the heater turn on.

The heater. The most feared thing on the frozen planet. A machine that could take on consciousness and choose to melt through the thin ice crust , into the core of liquid nitrogen. Originally meant as a mining machine , it had lost control, and had dug through the heart of the city of Qe’gos , killing millions of inhabitants as the surface ruptured and the ice claimed
them forever. It had been locked up, harnessed with the strongest of chains, forged on the diamond star, and had been left to run out of energy. Until one day, people went back to study it, and it wasnt there. Just a huge jet of ice,and a frozen guard, asleep forevermore.

The chains were snapped, fractured ends littering the floor. The machine had cut them. Cut the strongest known substance, and escaped. It gained consciousness, and dug through the planet, destroying billions, and leaving ice towers in its wake. Until one day, the terror ended. It simply shut down. It stopped in the middle of a glacier, and froze itself. And there it has remained.

Until now.
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If i go far enough, into one of the main cities, i can warn them! I thought, no one will die because of my stupidity, and no one will need to find out the painful way! Except that wont work. I wont be able to access the Mind again, and then i will have nowhere to go once i am dead. The battery flickered and died. My sledge skids forwards on the ice a few meters, and then stops. I will have to walk from here. I resign myself to frostbitten feet, a sore back, and thoroughly frozen eardrums.

The heater turns, waiting.

​It is nearly time.
GEN Z – by Phaedra Parrish-Wain 
(Trigger warning:   S.H   E.D.   S.A)  
 
“More educated, well-behaved, stressed and depressed” 
Stressed.  
We’re stressed.  
Stressed  
All stigma attached 
More depressed.  
Anger rising, always crying.  
Well-behaved.  
Squashed and stuffed into little boxes 
Subcultures upon subcultures  
Aesthetics upon aesthetics  
Roe-vs-wade- UK so far unscathed 
Sarah Everard tributes, Breyonna Taylor barely named  
“The gay generation”  
Gender exploration  
Sexuality exploration  
Awareness at younger ages  
Prevented by media and “don’t say gay” 
Supported by OUR media 
Protests filmed on TikTok  
Bringing me to tears each time I swipe past 
We are powerful 
We should be powerful 
But we are not okay. 
I repeat  
We are not okay. 
Knowledge of mental health.  
Diagnosis rates.  
More girls are being treated for self-harm than ever before.  
Teenage girls  
We are not okay.  
I repeat  
We are not okay. 
Missing out on meals.  
ER eating disorders walk-ins doubled. Doubled during lockdown.  
For teenage girls  
Teenage girls  
WE are not okay 
I repeat 
We are not okay  
We are needed  
We are needed to save the world  
We are needed to revoke the impending doom  
The world is ending  
No one cares.  
Apart from us it seems  
But we are not okay 
I repeat  
We are not okay. 
How could we save us all? 
How could we? 
When are we not okay? 
#metoo 
Search up schoolgirl and it is banned  
Banned from school computers.  
Banned because these images are sexualised in every way possible. 
A school girl.  
I have been catcalled in school uniform.  
School uniform.  
Clearly underage.  
But I guess that doesn’t matter.   
Search up schoolboys.  
Cartoons. 
Literal cartoons 
And a few pictures of boys in uniform collecting awards.  
Not banned.  
Just some cartoons.  
Can I say this any louder? 
This is not okay.  
We are not okay.  
‘Snowflake’  
Noun. Informal, derogatory.  
The generation of people [..] viewed as being less resilient and more prone to taking offence  
Than previous generations. – Collins English Dictionary.  
Taking offence? 
Sounds about right.  
Are we not just calling out what we see? 
We are strong enough to say when something is wrong.  
Yes.  
I will argue back if you are openly saying something disparaging.  
Yes.  
We are strong enough as a group to cancel a person.  
This is not always a good thing.  
But sometimes. 
Just sometimes.  
Our cancel culture allows us to hold [people accountable. 
But 
As a generation  
We have a lot to do 
We have to be okay.  
Then we have to save the planet.  
And we’re expected to deal with all of this.  
All of this.  
All of this.  
So anyway  
We are not okay 
Help please?  


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