When I looked at the picture, I immediately felt like, hey, why don’t I make a story out of this picture! It might be great! The picture reminded me of my time at school. I felt lonely and I felt sad just looking at it. It inspired me to write this down. There was a
Category: Young Writers
The Golden Tusks
A long time ago there was a mum and a baby elephant, they were hunted frequently because they had very beautiful and decorated golden tusks. These very unlucky elephants were being hunted by a group very, very dangerous. Now, the two magnificent elephants had already been hunted in the past, but had managed to escape.
Broken Boats
Waves crashing, tumbling down, buckets of raindrops spilling from the sky. Sailing out, past the horizon, in despicable weather. A tsunami-like wave, swallowing the boats whole… 20 Years Later Stepping onto the hard mattress, reaching up, pushing open the cracked, muddy window, not one foreboding feeling, just a determined look on her face. She had
The Unknown
The sound made me tremble, “shoo shoo.” I was rushing up the hill. I couldn’t tell where the sound was coming from or what it was, all I knew was that I was lost. With my broken glasses and torn backpack, I went to find shelter. So many thoughts were scrambling for attention in my
Devastation
Shocked and utterly horrified, I stare across the vast, dying valley. Thoughts of horror and dismay torment my mind, the look of sorrow and desperation flashed across my face. I felt like a husk, as lifeless as the forest I now stand in, what was once a beautiful paradise brimming with life, now a dead,
The survivors of the deep
The horizon hung lower than usual .There was a golden crisp colour left over from the burning sun, it was a chilly afternoon and two of the best known boats , ‘The survivors of the deep’ , had just pulled up from one of their latest boat tours .Once again it had followed its name
Shipwreck
Waking up to complete darkness, I couldn’t remember a thing, and I had a horrible headache. As I lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, I snapped out of my daze and finally realized where I was. I was in the bottom deck of a ship. Staring at the ceiling started to get boring, so
Quicksand
I caught a glimpse of them from my bedroom window. Two lonely boats, shipwrecked on the beach of my town. It was a shock. No one had ever been seen on that beach since that horrifying day two years ago. I still struggle to talk about it. I lost my brother that day. He had
The Lost Boat
Gentle autumn breeze and scarlet leaves never fail to bring a smile on my face. With a cup of coffee in my hand, I gazed at the newspaper, only to find on the front page that a sunken boat from 1942 in WW2, was found and brought back to the surface, from the deepest depths
Alone
Alone – it doesn’t matter where, the word keeps cropping up. Sea of people at the shops, alone. In class picking partners, an odd number, the one left alone. Or where I am now, surrounded by fog in the Breacon Beacons – alone. Does it really matter if I’m not with others? It shouldn’t, but
Lost at Sea
It was yet another beautiful British Summer day. The sun was beaming and the sea was glistening clear, with the fish swimming all around. I was overjoyed because today was the day, the day I’d been waiting for. I was going to meet my grandparents and go on the Lady Grace with them (that’s what
Inspiration
Rays of light shone through the gap in the mountains, illuminating the camp and enveloping it in a warm glow. A young man, just 21, woke from underneath the primitive shelter, the sun’s rays forcing him to shield his eyes with a scarred hand. His face, once full of life, was now devoid of colour
Elpis
I can still remember when the bad humans killed my mother. I was only 6, and my tusks were only a few centimetres long, not fit for selling, but Mother’s were already one point five meters, and they were what the humans were after. We were running from the lion pride of Gomondwane, an all-male
A Glimmer of Hope
My eyes flutter open. I was lying on my stomach on a boat, and I’m drenched in salt water. I don’t know where I am, or how I ended up here. Then it hit me- I remember everything. The crash, our screams of agony, our hands flailing around trying to stay afloat. I remember reaching
Shipwreck
As the young boy washed from the ocean onto the shore of the hidden tropical island with beautiful white sands, a group of natives came up to him. ‘‘This boy is alone!’’ said a man with a feather hat and long staff covered with deep marks and burns. As the Chief came from the village
Born-Free
“No. Never. Don’t say such a thing. My God! How can you…?” Tara kept repeating, holding her head. Amar had just entered the living room. He was surprised by the tension on her and Leela’s faces. “What’s up?” he asked. “Oh! You. It’s all your fault. We have lost everything…” “What?” “Ask her!” She screamed,
Destiny
When I woke up today, it was raining a little. Yes, I have seen countless monsoon mornings. But this morning still reminded me of one years ago. That day Dad had woken up at about 3 in the morning. I was fast asleep. He woke Mom up. After tea, Dad took the fish hook, the
Endangered
“Mum…” I moaned, “Could we rest for a moment? We have been walking for almost three days.” “Soon, my dear,” Mum muttered, her voice dangerously soft, “soon”; and we lumbered along a trail supposedly leading up to a blind alley. For miles behind us, lay nothing but a wrecked land of fallen trees and engulfing
Every Ship Needs a Sailor
I want you to try and imagine a ship. Then imagine you, a human. What similarities between you and the ship do you see? I see that both humans and ships are made up of so many parts. If even the smallest part is taken away from them, they’re not the same anymore. They might
Alone
Hi, my name is Blair King, and there’s one thing you should know about me: I’m popular. Well, it was always like this. Since middle school, everyone worships the ground I walk on. I have two friends, Grace and Cassie. Grace is the smart one, she’s the one who happily takes notes for me and