Monthly Archives: January 2013

Zartax the Viking & Princess Kate’s dream


Two new stories written during the creative writing session in the Tuition Centre this morning.

Zartax the Viking

One cold morning in Antarctica, Zartax the scary Viking who eats rats for breakfast, birds for lunch and rabbits for tea, woke up and went out to hunt. He lives in an igloo in the middle of Antarctica on an iceberg but this morning, when he thought he saw a snowrat it was actually a person, the ghost of Matt, who Zartax had killed on a different day fourteen weeks ago. Matt said “Come here Zartax” and Zartax went because he had started to feel bad about killing his friend Matt. Matt showed him some other Vikings who were good and they didn’t kill any other Vikings in the past when they were alive. Zartax started thinking. He thought that he shouldn’t be bad and shouldn’t kill people. So, instead of hunting snow rats every morning, Zartax stayed home and made porridge to eat for breakfast, lunch and tea.

Zac, aged 7.

Princess Kate’s Dream.

One day Kate, the princess, woke up from a dream of robbers, ghosts and Mick of  The Wiggles. She was dreaming of things she was scared of the most Mick sang in the bathtub while blowing bubbles. He was singing “I’m forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air” and then he blew bubbles. Then Mick swam down the drain. Princess Kate did not want to go asleep again with scary dreams.

Kate, aged 9


Today, during our creative workshop two young students created lovely stories. I hope you enjoy them.

The Chocolate Ducklets

When it was Easter I got lots of Easter eggs and I got them because I was good. Outside the grass was dead because there was no water and I found my eggs near a bush.  There was something wrong and I didn’t know what. Suddenly an egg was hatching and then all  the eggs were hatching. My ducklets were made of chocolate.

Nathan, age 6.

The Aussie Wars

It was 1987 and in the wars.  It happened in the whole of Queensland in red shatter flames and darkness. My friend got shot by a rifle and that’s how it went down. An enemy soldier came up from a fox hole and threw a grenade. We just got out of the way but then, with his rifle, he did two shots and both of them hit and he had no hope. It was a sad sad war. 1987 was my worst year. 

Luke aged 9.

Two great new stories