Is it possible to tell a story in 200 words or less? Year 11 English Standard students took the challenge.
Black jeans and a singlet. She gazes at her reflection.
“I’ll be down in a sec! Just one more minute.”
Black jeans and a singlet.
Yuck! No way, I look gross.
A young teenage girl, drowning in a pile of clothes as she scrambles desperately to find something nice to wear. Her room looks like a cyclone has hit it, clothes jumping out from every corner, laughing at her. She picks up top after top and chucks them on the ground after examining herself in the mirror. She decides maybe it’s her pants that have to change instead. Countless outfits are thrown to the floor in dismay. Finally, she finds something she thinks is okay. Black jeans and a singlet.
“Hmm,” she thinks to herself, “this looks nice.”
“Mum, I’m ready to go now.”
She had finally managed to drag the entire family to the dinner table. She often ate with her children but these days they weren’t very good at conversation; the two teenagers sat blankly, neither of them raising a finger as their mother set the table. But she wouldn’t let their pale-faced pessimism get to her. This was a special occasion – the whole family having dinner together. It was always hardest to get her husband to the table as he was the heaviest.
My eyes wander, indulged by the white snow on the strong-armed trees. My feet take me down a pebble path running beside an ice river. I listen to the chirping of the birds, my nosed greeted by the clarity of the air. I reach a wooden-pillared shack; the doors invite me in. My skin is hit by a sudden warmth and I find myself in a chair in front of a fireplace. For once in my life, I feel I belong.
The girl opened the door as carefully as she could, wincing at the sharp creak it made. As quietly and lightly as she could, she stepped out into the narrow hallway. The moon was full tonight, sending shadows creeping through the house. The dark doorway at the end of the hallway leered up at her and the girl could have sworn she saw something move in there. Sweat was trickling down her back now, her breath escaping in small gasps.
The stairs groaned as she stepped on them, causing her to cast panicky glances over her shoulder. Despite the moonlight, the kitchen seemed very dark, too dark to even see the shadows inside. She hurriedly stepped inside the darkened room, the shadows jumping out at her as she… opened the fridge door.
Before she could grab a brownie, a voice yelled down at her from one of the upstairs rooms. The girl jumped back in fright. She’d been caught!