The Attack by Ewan, Year Eight

We live at “The Rocks”. That’s what we call our home. It is a collection of cabins and houses which in the old times was called a village. Some people live in the pieces  of houses that were here before. Others have built new homes from materials scavenged from the city. The Rocks is what…More

‘Into The Woods’ by Olivia, Year Nine

It was a cold and windy night. The only noise you could hear were the whistles from the wind. The forest was a mystical place full of secrets and rumors. Many people have been said to have died in this forest. Documentaries have even been made about it. This story is about the deep, dark…More

One Final Moment by Charlotte, Year Eleven

I stood before it: the place I’d poured my heart and soul into. The place that had captivated my heart like a thief in the night the very first time I came. The place that reminded me of him.  To this day, I will never know what I loved so much about those spectacular Sunday…More

‘Incident-006 log report’ by Gyalzen, Year Nine

-log 1 It was a shallow gloomy night.  Heavy drops of rain spattered to the ground one after another. The trees swayed desperately through the wind, trying to remain rooted to the ground. I was walking home after what felt like weeks of typing at work, until I heard the sudden footsteps behind me. I…More

‘The Crows’ House’ by Jasmine, Year Nine

It was moving day for us. We’re The Crows: a lovely family. There are six kids: Ben aged fourteen, Jack aged twelve, James aged ten, me, Lilly, aged eight and Lola aged six. Our parents have good jobs. Our dad is a doctor and our mum is a dentist’s receptionist. We also have a dog.…More

‘A Stranger Arrives’ by Phoebe, Year Seven

The aged, wooden door slowly opened with a creak, sending an enigmatic shiver through the decrepit tavern as a squall swept through the open door. The rambunctious atmosphere ground to a halt as a towering figure stepped into the light of the roaring flames. Heads turned promptly towards the shadowy figure in the doorway. ‘Hello…More

‘The Monsters Of Alatam’ By Cassius, Year Seven

Our story begins with David upset in his room. He decided to crawl into bed to calm down. He read his favourite book, Monsters Of Alatam. He read the book for 27 minutes before finishing it for the seventh time. He went down for breakfast but no one was there.  David sadly reflected on the…More

‘I Wish It Was a Nightmare’ by Millie, Year Seven

The countryside (which seems to have always been here) appears to be  so big when you’re driving through it. Today I’m going on a camping trip with my Grandma in a very interesting forest; the curling forest. People believe it’s haunted but, my Grandma says it’s just horrifying stories. Nobody has ever dared visit. I’m…More

‘The Haunting of Darkwood Manor’

By Joe, Neve, Rowan, Emily, Evelyn, Charlotte, Chloe, Bethany The following story was written collaboratively by students during Open Evening. One thousand pounds. I think it was one thousand pounds. It seemed like too much. I knew there had to be something up with the seemingly exaggerated deal. Mrs Brown, the creepy, old woman who…More

‘On The Floor of a Rice Field’ by Joe Tennant

Life flowed. It was a simple rotation: days were spent in the rice fields, waves of wind blowing over the infinite green. Nights spent laughing, loving, caring for the ones in your life. Nothing changed and nothing needed changing. Nguyễn lived like the rest, a calm, untouched life working day in day out in the…More

‘Bear’ by Daniel Maw, Year Seven

Tall, sturdy trees stood strong as a fast, cold wind cut through the air. A thick canopy of leaves cast a shadow over the land, leaving only a few spots of daylight. Carried by the howling wind, crisp, orange leaves filled the air, bouncing off anything they collided with. To my left, the ground rose…More

‘The Wastes’ by Dan Johnson

The scorched ground crunched under worn boots, as the wind weakly tugged on his weathered clothes. It was deathly silent, with only the harsh and melodic crunch every step he took, and the heavy wheezing of the gas mask which was vital for surviving this desolate wasteland. The rubber formed an alliance with the moisture…More

‘Munich’ By Leah Newmannoi

The usual busy station was eerily desolate. No one was around, except the man two seats down shouting furiously into his phone in Russian. I felt sorry for the person on the other end. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable as his argument made the air thick with undeniable tension, smothering me. The chair’s metal…More

‘Wolf Man’ by Kendra Collier-Figg

Once there was a  boy called Andrew. He had just started his first year of high school. Andrew’s parents gave him everything he wanted: the latest iPhones, designer clothes and even a horse. But all these gifts were not what he needed.  Every night, Andrew would lay in bed listening to his parents screaming at…More

‘Blood of a Werewolf’  by Izzy Armstrong

I’d grown up  in a small town, surrounded by hills, forests and streams. As children, we would test who was the bravest and creep into the trees where we were forbidden to play or ever enter. Alice, Bella and I would always hang out at the long grass field. I had no one else, no…More

‘My name is Lorelei’ by Phoebe Hartley

My name is Lorelei. I am their downfall. Mine is the voice in the storm. Ever since I was young, I had always wanted to be a sailor, a profession that was not an option if you were a woman. I longed throughout my childhood for the freedom of the sea. Home carried too many…More

‘The Most Secretive Of Them All’ by Francesca Whapples

The woods are deep; the woods are vast. They sweep down from the higher ground and into the valley, encircling the village like a snake encircles its eggs.  Life in our village is – usually – very peaceful. We spend our days at school with Mr Walker or helping with the animals and the crops.…More

’31st October 1897′ by Kiana (KS3 student)

Dear Diary… The village is tranquil, separated from the hostile and inhabitable mass of woods that surround us. The village sits in the crook of the valley, wedged in between the hills and scenery. The little ones are in the classrooms with Mr Walker most days, the older children helping around the houses and awaiting…More

‘A Night In Darkwood Manor’

This story was written collaboratively by students at Boroughbridge High School: Iris, Purwa, Summer, Abi and Joe. The creaking gate sent waves of misery through my veins. Cold thoughts washed over my nervous body. I was terrified  of what was to come. The manor loomed ominously overhead. Crows squawked. In the distance, wind howled through…More

‘Taylor Murphy’ by Kiana (KS3 student)

It was a seemingly quiet place; the only way into the town was an almost invisible side road at the end of a quiet country lane. It radiated ‘1980s small town America’ vibes with its pastel, wooden weatherboarding and the verandas hanging from the top left corner of every just-too-perfect house. The main street was…More