Read the entries to previous WriteStuff competitions.
As they walked in the telephone box, they were going to phone, Joy and Josh’s Mum to ask if Sophie could eat at their’s tonight. They did not realise that it was the time box. As they walked in they did not know that they were going back in time. When they stepped back out of the telephone box ( time box) they arrived in their street in 605 BC and their house was made of wood, they looked across the sweet grass meadows (sweet grass is grass that is sprinkled
with sugar, sugar looks like crystals) As they walked over the sweet grass meadows, they picked a few potfuls of sweet grass.
A tribe of unicorns had multicoloured manes. The males had dark tails to scare off predators and the females had a handful of pink strands and the rest were green in their tails. This helped them camouflage themselves into their nest. All babies are born green, so that they can also camouflage themselves in the nest. They were grazing in the meadow, while the babies were playing around. Finally they got to the lost Causeway. They had never seen anything so beautiful.
By Harry Phillips, year 6, Elizabeth College
Trev, Rob and Tim were roaming around wailing woods. It felt as if someone big and powerful was look...Read story
By Holly Chamberlain, year 7, Blanchelande School
“Why is the earth shaking?” Amy said “I don’t know!”Rory replied. “Where is everyone?” “They lef...Read story
By Luke Davis, year 6, La Houguette School
In the distant future In the town of Gant it was a normal day people riding their bikes, walki...Read story
By Max Wrench, year 7, Elizabeth College
I have absolutely no idea where I am or what I'm doing. This place kind of looks like my childhoo...Read story
By Sam Cole, year 7, Elizabeth College
Every day I love to roam the tranquil lands of the Deep Earth, with the Lake Enchantment, the Bongo Bay and the Space Mountain...Read story
By Jack Rees, year 7, Elizabeth College
Igzagnoroth Igzagnoroth is steam punk city, home to great technology but it sticks to the old way...Read story
By Orla Curran, year 6, Blanchelande School
“MILLIE!” screeched Steve the grumpy manager of the National History Museum (where I work) “YOU LEFT...Read story
By Demelza Ashworth, year 5, St Martin’s School
One night, a boy called Tom climbed into bed and slowly drifted off to sleep. When the clock struck...Read story
By bailey taylor, year 8, La Mare de Carteret School
One dark stormy night there was a big granite house in the middle of the lime green maze that is in...Read story
By Kerys Holberry, year 6, Vauvert School
“Time for bed girls” said steph. “Night mum” I called . “Night auntie Steph” said Nirvana...Read story