‘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

‘The Voice’ by Maisy Phillip

It’s there. It’s always there. The voice, the guilt, for every mistake she’s made. Wherever she goes, it follows and it never goes away. Some days it’s worse than others, but it’s never something she can brush off. It makes bad days harder, and good days very rare. But life goes on for her, like…More

‘Swallower By Light’ by Eliza Outlaw

I wake up screaming. The pounding in my head is almost as painful as the scratch marks I inflicted in my sleep. Fire flickers before my eyes, but I blink it away. Get dressed; pack bag: food, jumper, pills, lighter. When I walk downstairs, mam’s waiting with breakfast.  ‘Where are you going?’ she asks. But…More

‘The Following’ by Josh Mills

Daryl had heard more bank, house and car alarms than anyone. It was like music to his ears. He started stealing cars when he was old enough to reach the pedals. For every crime he committed, he served no time nor punishment; he got away with everything. He was a ghost. No one but his…More

‘Hazel’s Memory’ by Phoebe Hartley

Sometimes, I still think of home. It seems alien now, as though it came from another life. There are times when I can barely remember anything at all but this story always comes back to me wherever I am and I know that the memory of that day, long ago, in a different life will…More

‘Eve’s Memory’ by Alice Spivey

The horse’s hooves battered the ground with such a force anyone walking past would have thought it was an earthquake. The humid air made everything look hazy and the smell of freshly cut grass hung in the atmosphere. It was a happy time, when my sister and I would go out and ride from sunrise…More

‘Dinah’s Memory’ by Sophie Bootle

I remember walking up and down the beach.  Watching the deep, blue sea washing up and down the sandy beach, it was always my safe place. The sand was always soft and smooth and the vast sea was always the same. When I came here, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I loved it…More

‘The Creep who Lived on Raven Lane’ by Amelia Ramsden

The town was small. It was quiet and tidy. The town had a main street. On the main street was a diner, gas station, market and a series of other shops. On the edge of the main street there was an old clock tower which was the tallest building in the town. The houses were…More

‘My Friend Tree’ by Heather Walker

Isolated by trees and forest, the small town of Evermay sat protected by the unknown. Brightly coloured houses and shops lined the main street and town-center, while the river wound the river wound its way through the cobbles. The stone bridge stretched across the current, forming the only way to cross to the other side.…More