Only on dark nights when there is no moon, from a big house in the city, the ginger and black cat leaves to go out adventuring. She is small, friendly and adventurous. She goes, with her friends, to an underground river where there is a little house that is full of woolly pink balls and cat food that tastes like marshmallows. They play for three hours, eat for one hour and then they sleep until they wake up. On dark nights the cat goes home and then she goes to sleep.
Ella T (aged 9)
One year a special caterpillar went around Australia and the caterpillar’s name was Henry. Henry had special powers and his special power was changing colours, so he could turn purple, red and lots more. At the very last river, Henry met a frog jumping across the gold coins floating on the water, who said, “You can’t cross until you do something special for me.” Henry’s mind lit up and he said, “I’ll let you see me change colours,” and the frog loved that idea. Henry’s trip around Australia was good and he loved meeting a new frog friend.
Georgia, aged 9
Once upon an enduring amount of time, there lived a dragon in the mystical blue forest. The dragon lazed on his leafy bed and wrote books for himself to read, about mythical creatures like poor orphans. One day a miracle happened when an editor came into the aqua forest looking for a new author to turn famous and rich. Now the dragon was a popular story writer but was always under pressure to produce a new book every year. One year the dragon wrote a strange story about a dragon who wanted to be an author.
Ella, aged 11.
Neither my brother nor I know anything about the mystery of the ghost on the hill. Last night under a big fat moon, Taj and I were climbing up the slope when we heard a quiet, low-pitched, short moan that sounded like me when I see a spider. We both screamed and Taj ran over the hill and I ran down the valley towards the creek where the fish were slipping and sliding as if they were about to die with me. Something white and weirdly-shaped ran straight at me and pushed me into the slimy water of the slippery creek and I screamed, “help me, Taj!”. The light was just the fat moon and Taj was laughing at me.
Harry, aged 9.
Once upon a time, a little boy named Ethan lived in a very nice neighbourhood, in a very nice house but the people who were raising him were very, very horrible and selfish. Even though they were fat and rich, his punishment was so cruel that they locked him up in the cellar for most of the day and while his mother and father were upstairs eating fudge and custard, Ethan was living on the mould and bacteria off the walls. One night, he heard squeaking and it sounded like a million mice and he was certain because he could smell rat droppings as well. Little tiny mice were chewing the wall and Ethan was happy to see daylight because the wall had disintegrated. Ethan got out and found a new home to live in with nice people.
Cohen, aged 9.
One day, I fondled the ground and it was hot and dry and so I slithered into a deep, dark hole. I felt uncomfortable with the dirt and the rocks on my face. Soon, I detected vibrations that shook the forest and me hard. I recognised that there was something big out there, something that thought that snakes are yummy. The shadow, as big as a person, chucked a spear at me but I struck out at the shadow and chomped the person on his leg. I slithered out of the deep, dark hole and scrambled into a cool, soft hole.
Harry, aged 8
One night I left the stove on at my stinky house and I was woken by the unfamiliar smell of fire and hoary rubbish that I left on the table. By the time I got to the kitchen, I smelt the fire cooking a stale apple core and a decayed banana peel that smelt gross, and the dog food that smelt nice. The fireman said, ‘’You smell like you haven’t had a bath for 6 months!” and I said, “That’s true”. He sprayed rusty water on me with his big water hose until I smelt as lovely as a rose. While the fire brigade was busy washing me, my house was busy turning into a vessel of lovely ashes.
Harry, aged 8
Ryan the Rhino had one mission in life and that was to become an undercover member of Charlie’s Angels. The problem was he couldn’t shoot a gun, he was too big and he was not agile on his feet at all. At the Charlie’s Angels course, the gun slipped from his hand and when he bent down, a huge crack meant he had a tear in his pants and the whole class cracked up. His cheeks flamed bright red and he stomped out of the room, which showed the Angels that he was not light on his feet. A trainer said to him, “Ryan, I’m sorry but you can’t be an angel”, but Ryan never gave up his dream of joining Charlie.
Gabby, aged 13.
One day, an extremely brave bilby determinedly dug a burrow in front of a fox. The black and brown bilby kept digging and digging and so did the fox but the bilby was too hard to catch. After two hours, the bilby’s burrow suddenly reached the end and, although the bilby didn’t know it, he had reached the edge of the earth. He made a quick move and covered his head with his ears and then he flew off into space. That day the brave bilby was the first astronaut bilby in the world.
Harry, aged 8
When the sun was just setting, Evad, the horsefly felt a tingling in his wings because it happened every sunset. Within seconds, he turned into a magical, black horse with red eyes and wings. Every night Evad flew over the city looking for a boy called Adam who was trapped in a nasty orphanage. As he was about to land, he spotted the orphanage and he flew down to it and there was Adam, sleeping on a dirty old blanket as Evad peeked through the window. Evad gently taped on the window and Adam woke up and the boy leapt on the horse’s back and Evad felt a tingle on his back as the sun began to rise and they rose into the sunrise.
Cohen, aged 9