A poem about the magic of Spring.

I was just a normal wolf, travelling through the forest when I noticed a little girl holding a fruit basket. I asked what she was doing ‘in this dark forest?’

Annalise Watson stared out of the window into her colourful garden in Scotland. She was a quiet twelve-year old girl, and her classmates called her quirky and exceptionally unordinary because she behaved like a boy, hence her classmates called her a tomboy.

I sobbed in disbelief! Many of my friends had been cracked and thrown into a world of trash. The freezing temperature made me believe even more that I was next…

A poem to celebrate the end of Melbourne lockdowns!

Tim and his friends Jake, Sam and Ben met up during recess to go exploring around the new “restricted” area… Some said it was a portal to another world, while others believed it was a place for a new building.

Midnight, you call me out of the blue. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you. These past few weeks have been a blur. Your new girl, whatever happened to her?

This was Red, the owner of the Riding Hood Shop… she ran to a wardrobe… She carefully opened it, but there was nothing in there at all… ‘Damn it, I need to get wolf skins… by myself!’