Creative Writing
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The summer term was an unusual one for us all in many ways, but it got us thinking about what the future may have in store. The girls recognise the power that they have to change the future and make it a better place for us all. With that in mind, our theme for this year’s Creative Writing Competition was ‘The Future We Want’. The wonderful thing about this annual competition is that the girls have the freedom to let their imaginations run wild. Some girls decided to imagine the jobs they would have in the future and the difference they would make to the world around them. Some decided to time travel, imagining what a new settlement would be like on a faraway planet. With climate change in the forefront of our minds, some girls wanted to imagine a futuristic world where we had solved the world’s problems and let nature thrive once again. As always, the stories were inventive, inspiring and incredibly thoughtprovoking for us all. Mrs Cadenhead Head of English It Started July First (an excerpt)
Big Ben (an excerpt)
It started July 1st, 2553. It started with the rain, coming down hard like the spit of someone filled with spite. Soon murky puffs of smoke began to billow out of the blue. Then came the rumbles, separating the planet apart into millions of little towns. It was then: the ocean was set free, flowing and mixing. Exuberantly soaring, it went into the clouded, soapy atmosphere, creating firm, glittery globes over the floating quadrants. Some bubbles stood tall and thin, others squat and wide.
I’ve been standing here for 2146 years. Watching every moment that has passed me by. My powerful hands would strike at every hour that I had painted on my ivory face. Over my endless life, I have seen people come together and torn apart. I was the very heart of London. Every day I would chime faithful hours without a single moan. My charm would devour anyone who laid eyes on my golden, crystal beams. Now my towering body just exists, collecting dust, which layers itself on my butterscotch-coloured obelisk. I have been forgotten, abandoned; I was starting to be refurbished and for a few moments, I could stand proud and look forward to be gleaming in the London sun. But then, all of the world’s problems started to cloud my chances of ever ticking my ancient hands ever again.
It started July 1st. So much devastation and destruction, but only for a hundred years. So July first, 2653, all started fresh, on a new leaf. Our old selves left behind. Corporations closed, smog soon cleared up, devices thrown away. We began to embrace our bubbles, after all, they were bearable - isolation had occured once before in 2020.
Covid-19, the plague that left me to sing my sorrowful songs in the scaffolding sheets of darkness. This was a time where many other countries - not only England - lost a lot of lives. Chloe Year Five
Alessia Year Five
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