Young Writers Contest

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Young Writers Contest Prose Years Nine and Ten
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Prose Years Nine Ten First Amber
Tang St Hildas
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Prose Years Nine Ten Second Nicole
Dakin Applecross Senior School

CITY SKIES In the copper light of dawn, the
hunter soared, arching his outstretched wings and
sculpting the billowing air into silent
wingbeats. In a flicker of dark feathers, he
glided downwards in a wide, sweeping curve. The
wind caressed him with gentle fingers. Blue-grey
feathers encompassed a body created for
swiftness a body of speckled golden-brown and
shadow and slender talons poised in anticipation.
The dark-hooded head swivelled as it surveyed
the landscape below, bronze eyes glittering with
the malevolent awareness of a predator. The
peregrine falcon banked sharply before alighting
on the outstretched branches of a paper bark
tree. Gracefully, he folded his wings and gazed
out onto the familiar stretch of water. The land
along it was changing in a way he could not
describe. Strange smells were curling through
the air, scents he couldnot identify. EXTRACT
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Prose Years Nine Ten Third Dora
Foley Applecross Senior School

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Prose Years Nine Ten Merit Award Jonte
Lewis Carey Baptist College

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Prose Years Nine Ten Merit Award Zoe
Krisnadi St Hildas AGS

CONTEMPLATING It was a Sunday, a day for rest.
I agreed with God on one thing at least. Looking
up from the paper, I stared out across the faded
grass. The sunlight lay in slivers, spread out
like pieces of a puzzle. A stray slice of
honeyed light sat on my lap, warming my hands.
The world was a complex place. No one understood
it, even the people who run it. They only
understood war, poverty and power. I carefully
folded the Sunday newspaper and placed it on the
table. I was tired of hearing the worlds many
problems. I couldnt give it advice. My
reading glasses soon followed, winking at the
bright sunshine and the blue cordial sky. I sat
there for a while, sipping at my tea. Dark with
one sugar, no milk. EXTRACT