Life 100 Years From Now...Right Now

Congratulations to 16 year old Grace Thomas, who has come in First Place in the Write4fun Newsletter short story competition! Entries were allowed to be up to 800 words in length, and the theme was Life 100 Years From Now. Over 100 entries were received, and the competition was heated!


Grace's story, 'Unwilling', told of one man's struggle against the invasive demand of an oppressive government, and the result. She has won a $30 iTunes gift card as her prize.

Second Place went to 10 year old Aryan Puri, for his story 'A Day In The Future.' The story shows that an average day for a boy named Steve, and his best mate Mitch, isn't all that different from what boys experience today. Except for aliens, amazing technology, and annoying personal robots.


Third Place went to 9 year old Reaghan Singleton, for her story '100 Years From Now...Reaghan Cures Cancer!' Our adventerous heroine travels to a colourful planet in search of the cure for cancer, and comes back to earth with miraculous medicine and a thirst for more adventures.


Congratulations to Grace, Aryan, and Reaghan for their placement in the competition. And thank you to each of the students who submitted works for consideration.

'Unwilling' - Grace Thomas

The Donation Center buzzed with a hundred voices at once, a collective sound similar to radio static. It gave Wilber a headache. Ever so slowly the line he was in shuffled towards the download banks, as psyche after psyche was processed. Posters covering every wall of the harshly lit center thanked citizens for their co-operation in protecting their country, and thwarting crime. Endless slogans encouraged them to donate again soon, even though everyone was aware of the consequences of omitting donation. Since the federal election five years ago even heftier fines had been enforced to ensure thoughts were donated on a regular basis, for the safety of the people.

Eventually, it was Wilber’s turn to approach the stationary metal seat of the download bank, pull the thick headphones over his ears, and place his fingertips onto the scanners. A smooth computerised voice came through the headset, “Wilber Grimly," it stated. “Eight days since last download.” Wilber could almost hear the machine’s disapproval. He wasn’t supposed to leave more than seven days between downloads; now a fine or a warning would most likely result. He sighed audibly, and the woman next to him glanced sharply at him.

“Commencing download to the National Thought Database, please remain seated,” the computerised voice told him. The machine conducted a symphony of whirring and clicking before telling him to have a good day, and return again soon. Wilber all but wrenched himself from the equipment and hurried towards the large glass doors of the Donation Center exit. He was rarely in a good mood after a download, as if the optimism was sucked out of him along with his thoughts. He considered the downloading to be a breach of privacy, and the backwash of other’s thoughts you received during donation was horribly unpleasant. Lost in what were, for the time being, his own thoughts, Wilber didn’t notice the well-built and black suited man until he collided with him.

Apologizing as he righted himself, Wilber glimpsed a Donation Official ID card, half-hidden in the man’s coat pocket. “Wilber Grimly,” the man said in such a way that Wilber couldn’t tell if it was a question or a scorn. He became aware of two more men in black suits shadowing the one he had walked into; one tall and slim, and one with a bizarrely shaped head. “May we have a word, Mr. Grimly?” the slim one asked. Wilber opened his mouth to give an excuse before he thought better of it and clamped it shut. “It’s been eight days since your last thought donation Mr. Grimly. Do you not care about the safety of your country sir? Because frankly, your behaviour is rather unpatriotic", the burly man spoke in hushed tones. “Very unpatriotic,” the slim one echoed. Wilber failed to disguise his annoyance when he replied. “I apologize gentlemen. I assure you lack of patriotism is not the cause, but I suppose another fine is in order for my...” Wilber searched for a word they might approve of, “neglectful behaviour.” He hoped his tone was polite enough to hide his insincerity. The burly man continued in a measured voice, “Not this time I’m afraid. 13 fines for late donations in the past nine months Mr. Grimly, and as for the tenor of your thoughts,” he sighed deeply, “Well. We’ve decided something more severe than fines are necessary in your case.” As if responding to a silent signal, the two men behind him moved towards Wilber and grasped his shoulders.

Wilber felt no impulse to share his thoughts on the turn of events as he was led away from the busy crowd, down a wide and empty hallway, and into a small, windowless, box of a room that was painted a disturbing shade of yellow, and smelled of bleach. Nor did he protest when the slim man jabbed a needle into the crease of his elbow, making a cold liquid spread slowly up his arm. “I did nothing wrong,” Wilber slurred as his world faded to black, the harsh scent of the room disappearing, “Just wanted to keep my thoughts to myself.” 

'A Day In The Future' - Aryan Puri

“Beep, Beep, Beep,  time to wake up Steve!” clicked Steve’s robot. “It’s the 7th of October 2111.” 

“Oh, for goodness sake, how many times have I told you not to wake me up? You’re not the only one who needs your beauty sleep!” yelled Steve. 

“But it’s time for breakfast,” said Steve’s robot. 

“Whatever!” said Steve, pressing the coco-smash machine. This cool machine could give you cereal by pressing a button, and different machines give you different cereals. 

After breakfast Steve had a shower in his autowash, which was a machine that gave you a shower of your own choice by pressing certain buttons. This morning, Steve had a bubble shower, which meant that you had a shower with bubbles popping out everywhere. 

“See ya later,” said Steve, after having a shower. 

Every day, Steve went to school with his best friend Mitch. They rode mini-jets to school, which had popcorn machines in them. 

Steve jumped into his jet and drove along slowly until he reached a small park where a medium sized boy with black hair, and brown eyes was waiting. 

“Late again Stevo,” said the boy. 

“Let’s race to school and see who really is late, Mitch,” challenged Steve. 

“Bring it on!” replied Mitch. 

The two boys sped off in their jets. They were both even until the last curve. Suddenly, Steve’s jet went spinning into the bushes. 

Mitch’s beaten me again, thought Steve.

“Your turn’s bloody good,” complimented Steve, to a laughing Mitch. 

Steve brushed of all the leaves on his body, got out of the jet and entered the class with Mitch. 

“Today we’ll be learning about sky signals, what it means is that whenever the sky turns a different colour, then it means a different signal,” explained the teacher, who had some funny device attached to her ear. “Oh, some of you might be wondering what this is,” went on the teacher, pointing to her ear. “This is a BrainPhone. It identifies what your brain is thinking and when you want to call someone it automatically rings. Anyway, back to the topic, how many of you have seen the colour suddenly change?” 

The majority of the boys raised up their hands. 

“Even though most of you have seen the colour of the sky change, it is usually only on rare occasions that it changes colour other than day and night such as if the sky turns brown, it means that the gods from the universe are angry, and it will start pouring with rain or if it turns green, we are going to be attacked by aliens,” continued the teacher. “Now, the task for you is to write what colour you’ve seen the sky change and guess or tell us what happened.” 

At lunchtime, the boys had to put a machine on their heads and think of something they wanted to eat, and it would appear on a plate next to them. Most of the kids took advantage of this and always wished for junk food, but good ones just stayed healthy. 

After lunch, most of the boys played Control Soccer, where you had to wish where you wanted the ball to go and kick it. Goalkeepers had extra strong gloves and if your boot hits a sensor pad, it travels towards you. 

After school, Steve generally went to Mitch’s house, but just as they started talking they noticed that the sky turned dark brown. 

“We better speed up. Mrs. Science told us that we might get drenched with rain or hail if the sky turns brown!” yelled Steve, jabbing at the keys on his jet. 

They reached Mitch's house just in time before it started raining cats and dogs. 

“That was a close call,” said Mitch, walking upstairs to his room with Steve. “Look, the trees have finally lit up. We we would have never found our way in that fog, unless we used our X-ray glasses, which can see through everything.” 

Within an hour, the fog had cleared. 

"Hey, let’s look through the telescopes and see Planet Aliworld. We can find a new alien,” suggested Steve. 

"Yeah, cool,” agreed Mitch. 

For the next hour the boys looked through the telescopes which could see 100 times further than our telescopes. They stopped when a cloud of smoke blocked the view. 

“Time for dinner Steve and Mitch!” shouted Mitch’s mum from the kitchen. 

The boys went downstairs and with a click from Mitch’s mum, dinner was served. 

After dinner, Steve rushed back home, and his robot was waiting for him in his bed. 

“GOODNIGHT!” beeped the robot loudly. 

But Steve just had a quick dip in his autowash, brushed his teeth and then ZZZ... 

“BEEP, BEEP! TIME TO WAKE UP STEVE!” said the robot. 

“Not again!” groaned Steve. 

'100 Years From Now - Reaghan Cures Cancer!' - Reaghan Singleton

In 2111, eight-year-old  Australian Space Explorer Reaghan Singleton strapped on her sparkly purple Rocket Boots and thought about her plan to travel to Space. She had heard from other scientists that there was a rare plant on the planet Cosy.   That was not just any type of plant, it was the one and only plant that she hoped could cure cancer.

It was hard to believe that so many people still died from cancer in this day and age. There had been so many other amazing inventions. People traveled by Rocket Boots instead of cars and buses, lived in special home bubbles instead of houses and ate special tablets instead of having to grow vegetables and fruit.

Reaghan packed a bottle of air, so she could breathe on Cosy as there was no oxygen there. She went to her closet and got out her protective space suit that could change colours and help her blend into the environment. She also packed tablets that had a hundred different tastes and vitamins in it. Reaghan remembered to pack her mixing bowl and other equipment she may need.

Once she was ready, she activated her Rocket Boots and took off into Space. She passed the tallest trees and buildings, and was glad she was wearing her suit as she launched into outer space. She dodged meteors and space craft, waving to human people and friendly aliens that were out for a drive in their own space shuttles or going away to planet Oreo for their vacation.

She turned left at the Moon, and right at Mars, and was soon landing at the newly-discovered planet Cosy. When she landed, she activated her camouflage suit and started her search for the plant, looking up and down, around and about, and far and wide for the special plant.

Cosy was an amazing planet - the sky was purple and there were things that were orange and pink that she thought could be trees. Reaghan knew the plant she needed had black leaves with white stripes on it and enjoyed watching her suit change colour every time she came across a different area. It was certainly very different to Earth, which was becoming browner each day as pollution got worse. She knew she was very lucky that she had the opportunity to travel to other planets - in the olden days her ancestors could only sit in an aeroplane and travel to other countries, if they were very lucky! She couldn’t believe that some people never even left their home town - she had visited so many planets, she had lost count!

After a while, Reaghan ate one of her tablets - it tasted of fizzy chicken strawberries and gave her the energy to continue her search. Taking a sip of her air, she followed a bouncing red blob that had been playing hide and seek with her, and finally found the plant in the very centre of plant Cosy where the grass was bright yellow and the air hummed with blue radio waves.

She took out her equipment and laid it down by the plant. She couldn’t take the plant back to Earth as it would not survive as it didn’t use oxygen. She needed to make the special tablets on Cosy and take them back to Earth. This meant she would have to come to Cosy often to make the tablets and take them back to the people who had cancer.

Reaghan picked off some of the striped leaves and crushed them into a paste in the mixing bowl. She baked it in her portable mini microwave and cut it into tablets. She wrapped them carefully and then put an invisible protective barrier around the plant to stop people getting to the plant. They would need her secret code to get through.

Reaghan put her Rocket Boots back on and blasted off for Earth. She landed in her backyard and raced into her home bubble. She wrote down where she had found the plant and her secret code, and then hopped on her Rocket Skateboard that could glide through the air to cut through the traffic and reach the government quickly.

She couldn’t believe how brown and boring Earth was compared to Cosy. The humans and friendly aliens needed to work together to fix Earth. Maybe she could investigate ways to improve Earth when she next visited Cosy.

The Australian government awarded Reaghan with a new home, the latest in home  bubbles with her own laboratory. They gave the tablet to all the hospitals and doctors, and now cancer wouldn’t kill millions of humans. Reaghan was very famous and happy that she’d helped so many people. She wondered what her next adventure would be.  

Already a Published Writer


When Year 7 student Ruby Rawlings took up the invitation from Yvonne Sanders, the leader of the Writer’s Group, she was not aware of the potential rewards.

“So I concocted a 500-600 word fantasy story, and sent it off to Write4fun. A couple of weeks later I received a letter from the competition stating that my story ‘The White Blossom – the reality dream’ had been chosen to be published in their book `Something with Bite.”

The competition was open to anyone between the ages of five and eighteen throughout Australia, so Ruby can be very proud and excited that her work was selected for publication. Congratulations to Ruby!

Published: 23/11/2010

Source: Mater Christi College E-News


Year 2 Student Wins National Short Story Competition

"Do you have the crystal?" said Jim, the first burglar.

He heard no reply from Jill. "Jill Jill!" Still no reply.

He turned around ... there was Jill's body, a poison dart in her neck and the crystal was gone.

So begins the award-winning story by budding author Julien Hill.


The Mystery Man

"Do you have the crystal?" said Jim, the first burglar.

He heard no reply from Jill.

"Jill Jill!" still no reply.

He turned around … there was Jill's body, a poison dart in her neck and the crystal was gone. It was all his fault. He brought Jill here.

A shadow went over him …

"Get out now." said a gloomy mysterious voice.

As fast as his burglar legs could carry him Jim sprinted out of the forest. The shadow retreated back into the forest's shelter.

"Why do I have to do this evil stuff!" exclaimed the mystery man.

"You have to work for me, Bob!" said his Master.

Meanwhile, in his laboratory in the city, Jim was working on another scheme to get back the crystal. He needed it to be invincible. Jim knew that he lost it in the forest. He had to go back there.

At the same time, in the forest, Bob was building a tree moving machine. He put the crystal in the machine then the whole thing glowed purple. Suddenly the trees closed the exit of the forest.

From his base, Jim ran back to the forest. "Where is the secret path?"

Jim groaned, "Here it is" He walked inside and the trees closed the entrance. After hours of fighting trees and bush walking, he finally found a door.

It was very rusty, he lunged at the handle and surprisingly he went straight through the door. He fell to the ground. He stood up, the door was an image.

"No wonder I fell."

But there was another door. "This is easy 1, 2, 3 … and jump!" said Jim and hit his head.

"It is not an image" he said. So he grabbed the handle of the door and gave a sharp tug.

The door opened easily, no sound was made. He walked in. There was a fire, a TV and a remote control. On it was an inscription:

Tree Moving Machine.

"Well, well, well…who do we have here?" cackled the Master.

"I… I… I am Jim." he replied, in a whispering voice.

Jim and the Master started circling and watching each other. Jim tried to kick the Master and hit him.

"Ouch" Jill screeched. Jim woke up. It must have been a bad dream!


Julien is inYear 2 at Mt Keira Demonstration School, and his story, The Mystery Man, could easily be mistaken for the work of someone much older.

Julien's piece has just been named winner of the Write4Fun competition.

"I nearly fainted," the youngster said of the moment he heard of his national success.

Julien's initial inspiration for the short story was a poster at school and over the course of the next two weeks he completed The Mystery Man, workshopping his ideas with his mum and teachers along the way.

His prize was a Nintendo Wii for himself and $500 for the school, to be used for writing resources.

Published: 21/05/2009

Source: Illawarra Mercury


Young Author Attracts Acclaim


LAUREN Shannon's flair for writing has helped her win a national short story and poetry competition that more than 11,000 students entered.

The St Ursula's College grade 10 student was told she had won the Write4fun competition last week for her short story called Snow Angel.

"I'm very excited; this is the first time I've really written seriously.  It's (the story) about a girl called Bec who is with this group of friends and she feels like she doesn't belong.  But then she goes along with the group anyway and sees the bad consequences," she said.

Nicola Dufficy is Lauren's drama teacher and said her short story was originally a monologue she had written for her drama class.

"We were looking at stepping into the shoes of other boys and girls their age and the pressures on them and the decisions they have to make in their lives," Miss Dufficy said.

"Especially with them being in grade 10 moving into grade 11."

Lauren's winning entry will be published at the front of a book entitled "Too Cool" which contains about 2000 stories and poems from the competition.

Miss Dufficy said she loved reading Lauren's monologue.

"I loved it - she got an A+ for it.  We're very proud of her, she's done very well," she said.

Lauren has won $500 for herself, $500 for the school, an Apple iPod Nano, a special plaque and a copy of the "Too Cool" book when it is published later this year.

Lauren said she was excited about being a published author and was currently writing her author's profile for the book.

"It's very exciting, especially because I'm so young," she said.

Lauren said she loved media, drama and English subjects and the win had inspired her to write more.


Published: 10/10/2007

Source: The Chronicle


Northern Poets

NORTH Queensland school students are showing their talents as writers of fine poetry. Several students have won awards in national poetry writing Competitions. All Souls St Gabriels School student Scott Alford was the overall first place winner in the secondary section of the Little Swaggies written competition of the Waltzing Matilda Bush Poetry Awards at Winton.

Scott, a Years student, received a Little Swaggie trophy and 1,250 for his school for his bush ballad Brad's Big Fish.

Awards co-ordinator Louise Dean from Winton said the competition encouraged School students to attempt the art of putting stories into poetry format using the bush poetry style of rhyme and rhythm. This year more than 500 entries were received from both primary and secondary students from many states of Australia.

Scott's poem is the story of his older brother Tim and his mate Brad on a fishing trip.

However, Scott was not the only winning student from All Souls St Gabriels. The school had a clean sweep in the secondary section with fellow Year 8 students Courtney Myles gaining second place and Travis Cook third.

Another poetry prize winner was Year 6 student Ben Fryer from Annandale State School. Ben was a third place winner in the Calling All Poets Write4Fun 2005 Poetry competition.

Published: 05/07/2007

Source: Townsville Bulletin

Poetry Success

BUDDING poet Tiana De Zoit has kicked off a writing career with the publication of her first poem. Seven-year-old Tiana, who is in Year 2 at Brandon State School, was a third place winner in a nationwide poetry competition for her poem "I Love the Beach". Over 9500 entries were received for the ‘Write4Fun’ competition. Tiana and the other winners were all published in a book called "Simply Poetry". The De Zoit family donated a copy of the book to the Brandon school library. Tiana also won first place on the 7-years and under poetry section at the recent Burdekin District Junior Eisteddfod. 

I Love the Beach By Tiana De Zoit, Grade 2 Brandon State School 

At the beach it’s so much fun 
When I'm in the water and when I run.
At the beach you run and jump waves 
And you can go in the water caves. 
I like it when I find fish scales and shells 
And butterflies and sloppy water wells. 

Published: 27/09/2006

Source: The Advocate

Droplets Reign for Rosie

GLEN IRIS student Rosie Byth is only 13 and already a published poet. Rosie, in Year 8 at Strathcona in Canterbury, was the runner-up in the Write4Fun national poetry competition, with her poem Diamond Droplets judged among the best of 10,000 entries. Rosie saw her work in print for the first time last week in the 2006 edition of Simply Poetry, compiling all the winning poems.

Strathcona's head of English, Simone Boland, said the school was thrilled with Rosie's success. “External writing competitions are popular and rewarding experiences for students as they improve writing ability and educate them beyond the boundaries of the classroom," Ms Boland Said. 

“It also allows Students to experience success through winning prizes and to see their work in a professional publication." The competition was established in 1998 by not-for-profit organisation Write4Fun, which also runs a national short story competition for students. 

Published: 12/09/2006

Source: Progress Leader

Young Artist Makes a Big Splash

Art has long been on the mind of Redeemer Lutheran College student Olivia Wynne.

And recently one of her acrylic creations took out the inaugural Write4fun Art Competition 2006.

As the winner of the competition, which attracted more than 6000 entries nationally, the 14-year-old will have her winning entry published.

Olivia's painting, based on still life items of Japanese ornaments, will grace the front cover of Picture This, a publication of art work by Australian students.

The publication, which will also feature Olivia's biography, is a 350-page presentation of works that were either placegetters or made it through the first round of judging of the competition.

The year 9 student said she first developed a passion for art even before her first days at school.

"It all began in preschool," she said with a laugh.

"I had a teacher who taught me painting.  I did splotches."

"For the art competition we had to combine three pitcutes together to make one painting." Olivia said.

"I spent three weeks on the first layer and three days during school holidays finishing the next two layers."

The first layer of Olivia's work is acrylic on canvas.  She added a little water to the second, creating a semi-wash.  The last layer is a total wash that allows you to see what is behind.

Olivia prefers working in acrylics although she is experimenting with other mediums all the time.

And what does the future hold for this award-winning artist?  The youngster is thinking about a career as an art teacher while continuing to create for pleasure.  

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Published: 16/08/2006

Source: Southern Star


Daring Piece of Fiction

Talented young writer Michael Lane.

A SHORT story on the Games of the 120th Olympiad won Greenwood Senior High School student Michael Lane a prize in a national competition.

The Year 10 pupil received $150 and an engraved pen for fourth place in the high school category of the Write4Fun 2005 Schools Short Story Competition

His science fiction story will be included in an anthology of student work, Dare to Dream, and a plaque displaying his story is on show in the school reception area.

More than 5500 entries were received and Michael was the only WA place-getter in his category.

Published: 20/12/2005

Source: Wanneroo Times

Write On, Kate

Alstonville Public School year five student Kate Aslin was awarded third place in the Write4Fun 2005 Honoured Writers Competition tor her poem The Fight. Kate was invited to enter the competition being one of the top 15 per cent of entrants from previous competitions.  Kate’s poem was chosen from over 2500 others. The Fight will be published in an upcoming anthology Honoured Writers of 2005.

Good on you Kate. Keep on writing.

Published: 03/11/2005

Source: The Northern Rivers Echo

Write4Fun was established in 1997, and since then we have successfully completed numerous short story and poetry competitions and publications. We receive an overwhelming positive feedback each year from the teachers, parents and students who have involvement in these competitions and publications, and we will continue to strive to attain this level of excellence with each competition we hold.