Senior School
Creative Writing Club
At the beginning of September 2009, the first meeting of the Creative Writing Club was held. This club is open to students of any age, and aims to promote writing, through a wide variety of activities.
We have written HAIKU – a three line poem, consisting of five syllables, followed by seven, then five syllables again. Here are some examples:
5th November
Orange-red leaves fall
Matching the wild tongues of flame.
The bonfire crackles.
Sparks fly above us.
Child dives behind mother, as
History roars out.
Emily Sandford-Watson
Year 11
Frogs jump on lilies
Dancing at the pond gracefully
Twirl for audience.
Butterflies swoop and
Glistening in the bright sunlight
They dance with flowers.
Rimza Bahadar
Year 7
Ophelia
With flowers, hearts and love
She falls from the tree of wit.
Rest, in the river.
Kathy Liu
Year 10
The darkness reigns here
Shadows walk free as light hides
Waiting for the dawn.
Kelly Schweizer
Year 10
We have also written monologues entitled “If the shoes could talk…”
Some say when you step in our kind, you know our masters’ and mistress’s feelings and thoughts. Some say you become the person who owns us. But when he stepped into me, he did not learn to walk, nor did he fall or scream or cry ‘Mama’, but he wept – he did, with grief and happiness, regret and hope, he wept.
I am a pair of shoes from the mountain of shoes in Auschwitz. My master did not live to take me home. Even if he had, he might well have left me here – to remind the world of the tragedy.
It was in the year of 1933, the year when the dark clouds started to cover Germany, no longer discreetly, but loudly, with thunder and lightning. He learned to walk in me, fall, then rise again, then fall – he would not cry but happily smiled and walked again. But soon it was time for him to sob, and walk no more, and hide.
Kathy Liu
Year 10
Inspired by what we read, we have written horror stories in less than one hundred words:
She knew she would never have a chance like this again. Waiting, watching, listening, calculating for years to craft a perfect, beautiful crime, her dream since she was young. But he had turned sharply, somehow hearing her padded footsteps. Raising the knife, she wondered why he had not cried out until her eyes met his. She froze. Seeing each muscle in his face contort into a sardonic grin, with no layer of skin to keep her sane, she felt a sharp pain sliding up into her ribcage as she realised she had not been the only one planning.
Emily Sandford-Watson
Year 11
Eleanor looked at the alien form in the mirror, traced her cold hand over the scarred skin as she watched her actions repeated before her. The reflection turned their head to the side to examine the oozing wound. Their mouth opened, as a haunted scream escaped Eleanor’s parched lips.
Kelly Schweizer
Year 10
