Week 12: Clues

By Lucy Tirahan

Week 12 was entitled 'Clues' and the focus was on trying to write implicitly for our readers. I wanted to highlight sometimes it is better to keep your writing reserved as that allows the reader to think about your story more from their own perception; we have a tendency to give away all information but that can actually make a story more boring.
The starter activity was a play on the main activity done in week six where I gave the class an opening sentence to use which everyone could start their story with. This week I decided to change it by giving them the last sentence which was '...and that is how I won'.
For a main activity they completed poems about being half way, I chose this activity as we often focus on the beginning of an era or the end, but no one really focuses on the hard part of being half way. It was also significant as the class were writing at a period where they were half way through year seven. 

… and that is how I won

I sat in my comfy sofa, my nemesis ready to break down the door. I smugly sit there my plan in action…

Dr Moriarty 
… and that is how I won.
 
Harsimran
 
You all doubted me and said I would never amount to anything in my life but I beat you all. Here is how it goes I built my electric writing station where you write with electricity and it burns through the paper. I don’t see any of you being able to also build a particle accelerator. All of your hate made me doubt myself but I was determined to be better and so I practised and became the best
…and that is how I won.

Manav
 
Real life is different than stories. In stories it’s always the good ones who win, what’s the suspense in that? However, in real life it’s a whole different story.
There I am walking around trying to be a good vampire, I mean human. Then a boy fell, my eyes grew larger and the sign of juicy blood. I hesitated to close my eyes and look away but it was just dragging me towards it faster. I stood right next to the boy looked down, when he eyes spoke to me to help him. I carried him to a nearby ally and placed him on a plastic bit since it seemed to be the only conformable thing there. The boy looked around. When I was about to go to the pharmacy to get plasters. When suddenly, my eye caught his blood dripping on my shoe. I came closer to him knee and…
 
…and that’s how I won (at not being a good human).    

Neha

Half Way Poem

I am half a person,
Half a monster!
I’m in big trouble,
Because of me,
I hate my other half,
I don’t care enough,
I just wish it would go *puff*
Sounds like a bluff,
I hate my split personality,
I really hate you though,
Make my life a misery,
I’m happy enough,
You ruin my life enough,
It’s not enough, learn that life’s tough,
I bored of this little monster ruining my works of art,
I am having a laugh!

Harsimran
 
Being half way
Why? Why is it that I must choose between each fate,
And each side a completely opposite trait.
In this world I have learnt that good will always trump evil,
But the amount of people who choose bad is sure to give you a chill.
I am torn as to how I should live my days,
As I can see the true beauty of both in my gaze.

Manav