‘Why do I Matter?’ by Madi Chantry

I matter because I want to win in life. I want to do the greatest things any man or woman … More

‘Moon’ by Kiera Potter

Summer shines reflections in the water. A man walks by to show his daughter a passage through time. As … More

The scorched ground crunched under worn boots, as the wind weakly tugged on his weathered clothes. It was deathly silent, … More

The usual busy station was eerily desolate. No one was around, except the man two seats down shouting furiously into … More

I can see blue sky. Extinction of animals. I can see black sky. Featured image by Seatizen.co from Pexels

Once there was a boy called Andrew. He had just started his first year of high school. Andrew’s parents gave … More

I’d grown up in a small town, surrounded by hills, forests and streams. As children, we would test who was … More

My name is Lorelei. I am their downfall. Mine is the voice in the storm. Ever since I was young, … More

The woods are deep; the woods are vast. They sweep down from the higher ground and into the valley, encircling … More

Dear Diary… The village is tranquil, separated from the hostile and inhabitable mass of woods that surround us. The village … More

This story was written collaboratively by students at Boroughbridge High School: Iris, Purwa, Summer, Abi and Joe. The creaking gate … More

It was a seemingly quiet place; the only way into the town was an almost invisible side road at the … More

It’s there. It’s always there. The voice, the guilt, for every mistake she’s made. Wherever she goes, it follows and … More

I wake up screaming. The pounding in my head is almost as painful as the scratch marks I inflicted in … More

Daryl had heard more bank, house and car alarms than anyone. It was like music to his ears. He started … More

All over the Arctic, polar bears are dying; starving because of melting ice which stops them hunting or left floating … More

The icy cold wind brushed itself roughly against my skin. I shivered as goosebumps rose up unwillingly. The sky slowly … More

Her soul is stained with your black ink, These scars won’t fade and haven’t healed with time, And still, she … More

Sometimes, I still think of home. It seems alien now, as though it came from another life. There are times … More