Super Stories

Great stories and poems from some of our library users

Shadow Dance

by Sarah Ridsdale.

Once upon a time there was a short, blond 10 year old ballet dancer with cool spiky hair named Aidan, who performed in a massive, dark theatre and practised in some bright, airy dance studios with heaps of mirrors! 

One day while walking by the theatre, Aidan realised there was a dance contest. “What, the fifth of August? Today is the twentieth of July! I suppose I can get a routine done by then … and I can win $200!”  Just as he said this his worst enemies walked passed, ‘Goody, goody’ Juliet and ‘I’m so wonderful’ William. “Fat chance”, the dance partners teased. Aidan groaned but he still worked hard on his dance in all his spare time, every day.  

However when Aidan was practicing his triple pirouettes, he fell on something small and hard. When he looked it wasn’t there. Aidan sighed. He was tired. When he looked in the mirror he wasn’t there!!! “William,” Aidan spat, “William and Juliet made me… invisible!!!”  Aidan tried to get visible again by drinking made up potions, working extra hard on his routine and getting back at William and Juliet. Eventually Aidan said “There is no way I can be seen tomorrow night”.

He dragged himself out of the studio looking down at his shadow… his shadow! People might not be able to see him but they could see his shadow!

* * *

Back stage Aidan grinned, it had all worked out. The people in the sound and lighting box had agreed to turn on the spotlight when Aidan was dancing, to make his shadow stand out. They nearly didn’t believe him because they couldn’t see him. But now Aidan was going on stage… the music started and he ran on… hop, chassé, pas de bourree, 5678, developpe to second, glissade… everybody cheered as his shadow moved gracefully around, up and down the walls. At the end Aidan finished with a triple pirouette, bowed and smiled. Phew, that was over! 

After him William and Juliet did a very good (Aidan had to admit) duet. When the contest finally finished, the prize giving started. The presenter was Mr. Letherby. “Third place goes to Annabella Law! Second place goes to Gemma Whales! And first equal William Bay with Juliet Delilah and the one and only invisible Aidan!!! ”Aidan gasped and followed his enemies up the front to hold the trophy. Aidan brushed past William and as soon he did this he was visible again! “Why did you touch him?” Juliet glared at William. “I didn’t! He touched me!”

Aidan smiled. He was visible, the crowd was cheering and prize money was coming his way.

Chip and the Night Prowler

By Nadia Ridsdale (10 yrs) 

“Well, well, well,” said the grey haired Policeman as he opened the door to our little shed at the back of our garden. He was wearing his blue uniform that said ‘Local Police’. His shoes were shiny black and he had a surprised expression on his face as he looked inside the old, broken down, brown shed. My Dad had just rung the policeman because late last night he had seen a flickering light in the back of the garden...

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Horse riding poem about camp

By Candice Hempel

Riding together
Over logs through barrels
Around sharp corners
Getting scared nearly every minute
Thinking you will fall off the horse 

Riding by yourself
Testing your confidence
And seeing if you have faith
In yourself and the horse you are riding 
What a fun time you have riding

When you are only riding for15 or 20 minutes each in the rain
Getting all wet
It was worth it I could smell the damp wet rain. 
When riding Jaffa and i could
Smell the wet damp air
What fun it is to ride in the rain  

 The Five Tasks

By Rhys Judd

Chapter 1: World leader’s conference

The world leader’s conference is held every year on the 10th of August. This meeting was when all the leaders of the main dominating countries joined together to discuss the earth’s current situation. This year Venice had received the great honour of being able to host the Conference. Each year the world leaders invited exactly 100 guests. For some strange unknown reason this year they had decided to invite children. I mean come on, children, to one of the most boring conferences of all time. What seemed even stranger was that they had invited me. A normal brown haired, blue eyed, 15 year old, average achieving schoolboy. There was nothing special about me that I could think of. At first when I received the letter I automatically decided that I wasn’t going. But after a lot of smooth talking and bribing my mother made me go. She said it would be good for me to be informed of the earth’s problems. So here I am now standing outside a massive hall in the middle of Venice with ninety nine other children. I seemed like the only one who was not interested in this meeting, all the rest of the children were buzzing around with excitement, chatting to each other with great enthusiasm.

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