House 'Flash Fiction' winners announced

Last month, in aid of World Book Day, our first ever House Creative Writing Competition was held in the senior school during lunchtime. The theme was 'Flash Fiction' and the girls could use their house colour as inspiration. 

Wonderful short stories were created - from this array, it proved hard to narrow down the finalists, however, after much suspense, here are the winners from each house:

ARNOLD - Sophia, Year 10

Catherine went and bought a new utensil. The Paintbrush felt as loved as could be and he knew Catherine found delight in him. Oh, the colours he would paint for her; bright, beautiful and full of feeling. However, his holder would dismiss their art in front of others. "I think it looks awful!" Catherine would say. He wondered why. Why? The Pencil looked away, the Ink Pens turned around. He soon grew dark and dull too; the colours drawn turned murky. And so, when the next one came - full of promise and hope, the Paintbrush, like the others, coiled away.

HASTINGS - Jessica, Year 12 

The last time Gemma saw Hailey alive, she'd been holding a blue balloon.

They'd been standing at the end of their road. They were supposed to be getting back soon; it was Hailey’s birthday, and their mother was making a cake. But Hailey wanted to wait and watch the sunset.

She let go of the balloon by mistake, and Gemma was entranced, watching the blue disappear up and into the sky. There was an eerie silence, and when she looked back to her right, Hailey was gone. The street was empty.

The next time she saw Hailey, she was dead.

MEREDITH - Laura, Year 10

Flames crept up the side of the house, and the fire wildly spread its fingers around the window, clutching at the wooden frame. The blood red silhouette spilled over the horizon, shrouding the street with rust-like shadows. No cries for help were heard, only the piercing squeals of the flames; only the crashing of walls as they fell in on themselves, ashes disintegrating to nothingness. Where the old woman who had lived there had gone was not known. No one had noticed her before, and little changed in her absence. No one noticed a figure, watching the destruction, the bright light searing the backs of her eyes.

SCOTT - Ruby, Year 9

Should I not say a word if I say it inaccurately? Ellow was ridiculed and taunted at. The love of ellow was the cause of my downfall in reception society as to say a word incorrectly it was seen as distasteful. Ellow is the sun and the gleeful adventures of spring but it was prohibited. The freedom saying the word of ellow... was hanging on a piece of string that was light years away from me floating ever so further away. Away from pressures I would snuggle into an ellow blanket so I could dream a yellow dream.

Congratulations girls!