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‘Aron Ralston’s Story’ by Abbey Elliott

My blunt multi-tool knife etches into my motionless arm. Little by little, the knife gets deeper and deeper. Blood is trickling down my arm. It was meant to be a walk in the park but it quickly turned into a  nightmare. 127 hours stuck isolated in that canyon. That 800lb boulder waiting for me my…

‘Aron Ralston’s Story’ by Jessica Bryson

I took my knife in my hand and pulled off the case, wondering if it was possible to put myself through more pain. As my vision blurred, I knew that I didn’t have long and that this was not going to be easy. I was trapped down there for a long time – 127 hours,…

‘Valkyrie’ By Eliza Outlaw

Dao’s ears pricked, her heart stopped. Bells echoed across the valley inspiring fear. She could see the instant panic of villagers as they fled to the barracks. Dao watched her classmates stand up and queue up outside the building. She followed, staying to the back of the chaos. Everyone else was leaving for the shelter…

‘Into The Distance…’ by Chloe Johnson

Dang ran around the open courtyard,which was surrounded by tiled buildings and palm trees  leaving a dark shadow hanging on Dang’s shoulders. Dang heard it and looked above and saw the sky was overflowing. It was ringing and piercing Dang’s ears. Buzzing surrounded him. The movement of the sky came closer and the teacher was…

‘Cats and Mice’ by Tom Botting

The village slept quietly in the morning dew. It lay unconscious and unaware of the attack they were going to be confronted with. Ling strolled past the school yard. Nursery rhymes and silly squabbling interrupted the morning peace. The alarm vigorously pounded, piercing through the damp air, dominantly arguing with the surrounding panic. Ling squinted…

‘The Snowstorm’ by Sophie Bedford

‘The Snowstorm’ Nothing but white, lost out; no one knows you’re there, trapped, being blinded by something sparkling white. Every step you take a challenge. Suffering, I could see someone, or could I? Was I hallucinating? I blinked, just a tear in my eye from the storm drying my eyes, like a plug does a…

‘The Salem Demons’ by Chloe Johnson

The small village in Salem where I lived was right near the coast, so the wind flew in with the smell of salt drawing in close. The houses were all clustered together all small dainty looking. The houses were wooden and unsteady. Everything in the area was worn down, we were isolated from the rest…

‘She Demons’ by Eliza Outlaw

It was a quiet day when whispers were exchanged and stories traded. The mountains hung, casting shadows down to our village. Misery swept like a plague across our fields. We had been isolated, imprisoned in our own homes. Turning against each other with every passing hour. Each tree that surrounded us creaked and moaned at…

‘The Legend of the Real Snake’ by Emily Cramoysan

We never got told what the history of the village was. It was like a missing brick in a wall. I feel like I’m missing something, something important. We live in a small village, next to the Mississippi, you’d think it would be beautiful but it is far from that! The river is murky and…

‘The Great Outdoors’ by Josh Rimmer, Year Twelve

The air is cold and the sky is an entrancing ocean blue, the air tingles in my lungs with a sharp spike of bitterness. I wander up, wading through the thick layer cake of mud, snow and leaves, with the brutal cracks of every rich Yorkshireman’s favourite gadget accompanying my trek, acting as my rendezvous…