Books I wrote.......
Here’s the first. I wrote it in Year 7! (Completed)
Property Of Octavia Flavia Poplicola
- 5. 64 AD
Now that someone has convinced Nero that we Christians are in need of ‘disposing of’, he’s started executing us! If we are not careful, my Mater, my Pater, my brother Marcus, younger sister Claudia and I will be caught and executed! We must be very careful. We cannot be caught.
I wish we were not in so much danger. But we will not give up our faith just for this! That would be foolish. God will look after us, I am sure of it.
Nero is a great danger to all of us.
I hope my dear friend Miriam does not get caught, as she is one of us. If she was caught, her mother would be alone, because poor baby Hepzibah died. We were all devastated.
I must go help Mater and Pater now.
- 5. 64 AD
We are being watched! Yesterday, Mater and I went to the market, and Mater shoved me into an alleyway! Nero’s Soldiers went past, then Mater said it was ok to come out. After that, Pater said we mustn’t go anywhere unless we have to.
- 5. 64 AD
Miriam’s mater has been caught! Poor Miriam came to us yesterday, crying. She’s already lost her sister, and losing her mater means she has no one left except her aunt and uncle: Julia and Titus. She is staying with us until we can find where they are. I wish poor Miriam’s mater gets set free soon. But Nero has no mercy. He proved that when he killed his mater: Agrippina. I hope that Miriam’s mater is ok and that she knows how much Miriam misses her. I hope, for Miriam’s sake that her mater is ok.
Here’s the second. From Year 8! (Completed)
Daphne’s True Family
Daphne had never been accepted. She had always tried to fit in, but her mother had always said that Daphne was a child that she’d never planned for. She was a beautiful young girl, with a pale skin colour, though she’d started to tan lightly. Her gorgeous, soft, silky black hair, was always tied up, but in loose ringlets, and she had piercing, ice blue eyes.
Daphne loved her family. She had her mitéra. She stayed home, and taught Daphne everything she needed to know. She had her bampás. She didn’t like him very much. He wasn’t very kind to her. He treated her more like a servant or slave than a daughter. Though he looked like the god Apollo, with his golden hair, tanned skin and well-muscled arms, the man was nothing like the god. Then there was her brother, Icarus Denes. He went to school, and often came home, beaten and bruised. The boy had always complained about his school master. But she still loved her family, more than anything in the world.
As she waited outside for Icarus to come home, she felt the breeze brush her face gently, as if telling her everything would change.
Here’s the third! This year and last year. (Incomplete)
My Scars to Your Beautiful
The red droplets slowly slide down my thigh. I shouldn’t be doing this. I know I shouldn’t, but I let them slide down anyway. I watch them cover the already stained, once-white carpet. I use the knife again, and again. Slowly, but surely, until there are fifteen lines on each of my thighs. I let the hot, clear drops, fall from my eyes. I remember what they told me. The kids at school. You aren’t worth it. They taunted. You don’t deserve to be here. I had resisted the urge to say, ‘I know. I don’t deserve to live.’ But I know, I don’t have the courage to take my life. Not yet.
Not….. not after her. Not after what happened. I couldn’t do that to Mom. Not since Dad left her five years ago. And then…… and then what happened last year. I can’t do it yet. But soon. Soon, it will all be over.
My phone buzzes. I look to see who it’s from. Julia. A grin spreads across my tired face. I unlock my phone, muttering my password under my breath. My brother’s name. I try not to think about it too hard. I know that if I do, I will cry. I take a deep breath. When I finish, I feel calmer. I turn back to Julia’s message. It reads: ‘New kid coming to school. Been bullied heaps. Told he’s not worth it nd stuff. Seen photo. SO CUTE! Apparently his sis passed on. He’s apparently bullied cause he doesn’t do sporty-stuff. Only reads and hides. Seems shy. Wonder who’ll be his buddy. Hope it’s me!’ I can’t help it. My grin turns into a full smile. Julia thinks just about every guy is cute. Unfortunately this means she finds it hard to keep a boyfriend. My smile fades as I think of Tyler. I haven’t seen him since the weekend. He promised he’d see me at school tomorrow though, so I shouldn’t worry. I sigh. I send a message back to Julia saying ‘You sure he’s cute? ?’ Then I lie back, and try to relax, knowing it will never happen.
Here’s the fourth! Written a couple of weeks ago. (Incomplete)
My name is A’isha. I am from Syria. My beautiful home country is being torn apart by the war. I lost both my parents to that war. This is my story.
“A’isha zahra!” My mother’s rich voice reached me, in my hiding spot. I crept quietly, down from my cubby. “A’isha!” My mother is more urgent. “Zahra, where are you?”
“I’m coming!” I ran faster, down the hallway to my mother’s room, at the other side of the house. I reached my mother’s door, and take a minute to neaten myself. My hijab had slipped, so I gently rearranged the folds of the pink material. I took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
“Mother,” I said quietly. “Are you ok?” My mother turned to me, her slim hips swaying. Her face was tear-streaked.
Fifth…. from Year 7…. (Complete)
Write a Myth – Why People Fall in Love
Theopilus was a young prince in the Ancient Greek town of Athens. His father – Theophilus and his mother – Miloa, were king and queen. King Theophilus and Queen Miloa had agreed with King Thymas and Queen Alyra of Corinth, that Theopilus would marry their daughter – Princess Lianora.
One day, Theopilus saw a poor family in a small hut. There were 5 in the family. There was a mother and father along with 2 daughters and 1 son. When Theophilus saw one of the daughters (the eldest though he did not know it at the time), Aphrodite struck him and he fell instantly in love.
He went to his father and said ‘Father, there is a girl I love.’
His father replied saying ‘Is she a young noblewoman or princess? If so I will begin talking to her parents immediately.’
Theopilus said ‘Father, she is a poor woman, but I love her so.’
His father angered immediately ‘How dare you! You disgrace us! Leave my presence and do not come back until you are cured of this foolishness!’
Theopilus left. His mother saw him and called to him, but he ignored her.
Sixth… From Year 8. (Incomplete)
It was a horrible night as the dark, skeleton-like branches clashed together like cars in a crash. Whistles through branches, and strange sounds made me jump. It’s like something from one of my nightmares. I hear the footsteps behind me, coming closer and closer. My breath came in laboured breaths. My body tenses as the sky clashed, at war with itself. I scramble over things invisible to my eyes.
As I run from the sounds like gunshots behind me, things snap beneath my bare feet. Lightning flashes as I continue to try to escape the threat of death behind me. Thoughts run through my mind. My parents lying on the floor, blood soaking their clothes and the floor. My sister’s screams as the men dragged her away. My baby brother’s howls as they took him too.
Seventh. Year 7. (Incomplete)
Shakira sighed as she looked at the bedroom. ‘It’ll take forever, Mother!’ Her mother replied saying ‘You should’ve done it before now and it wouldn’t be such a mess.’ ‘Thanks, soooo helpful’ she replied, rolling her eyes. She turned back to the messy room, and sighed. Her mother had grounded her until she cleaned her room, and her mother had inspected it. Her mother, she knew, would inspect every single spot in the room. So she couldn’t hide anything anywhere!
Shakira sighed as she looked at the bedroom. ‘It’ll take forever, Mother!’
‘You should’ve done it before now and it wouldn’t be such a mess,’ replied her mother.
‘Thanks, soooo helpful’ she replied, rolling her eyes. She turned back to the messy room, and sighed. Her mother had grounded her until she cleaned her room, and her mother had inspected it. Her mother, she knew, would inspect every single spot in the room. So she couldn’t hide anything anywhere!
Shakira started to work on the pigsty of a room, and groaned as she looked around.
Eighth. Year 7. (Incomplete)
Creative Writing 2
Ela looked at the newspaper. More robberies. This time jewels. Last time it was gold, before that, silver, and silk dresses. Her dad glanced at her and sighed
‘Do you really have to read that? You know you’re too young for that.’
Ela rolled her eyes. ‘Of course Dad, whatever you say, Dad.’
Ninth. Year 8.
The Deadly Siege of Dover Castle
In the summer of the year 1160, King Henry II of England was at war with King Philip II of France. Philip had beaten Henry’s navy, and had landed at Dover. To stop him, Henry had taken his army, and they stayed in Dover Castle with Sir William de Longchamp. If Philip beat Henry, then he would be allowed to have Meryl, Lady of Canterbury’s, hand in marriage. She was Henry’s niece, and she was the most beautiful woman that Philip had ever seen. Or so he told us. They never wanted the war. But they didn’t have a choice. Philip insisted that if Henry didn’t give him Meryl, he would fight for her. So we fought.
We fought Henry’s navy, and forced them to retreat to the docks at Dover. We knew Henry had brought his army to Dover Castle. Our spies, (my own cousins Geoffroi and Estienne, whom we called Bate and Col, as well as two english blokes who hated Henry – Egbert and Haelan) had informed us, that Henry had tripled his normal guard of four, to a guard of twelve. Luckily that didn’t phase me. The great, brave General Roul Bernard.
We were going to lay siege to the castle, until they surrendered. Well, that was the plan.
Thanks for reading! Sorry it’s a long post. Requests for the whole stories (so far if incomplete), are welcome.