by Taylor Blackbourn, Year 9 It is a beautiful summer day and the cicadas are humming. The chatter of many voices fill the air as the sun...

by Clara Peddie, Year 8 Before Desks were cleared hastily, all the pots of ink emptied and books shoved messily into leather satchels....

by Jack Revolta Year 8 The sun beats down on an empty street. Shock and disbelief fills the dusty and coarse air, making it hard for me...

by Zara Dyhrberg, Year 8 The wooden door clicks closed behind me and I start the walk home from work. My feet drag. Rubble is scattered...

I discovered this queer curiosity in an expedition to the depths of a strange and foreign land, which shall remain unnamed for fear of...

Over the next month we will be sharing memoir from our writing classes, online students, and highly commended entrants in the Write On...

Sometimes a writing warmer results in some fabulous fun writing. The Prompt: From a book pick page 7, line 7 and word 7 ( or any other...

Written during a Write On masterclass at The Arts Centre Te Matatiki Toi Ora, this gorgeous extract is from a longer piece of point of...

This piece was written at one of our recent Heritage Festival masterclasses at The Arts Centre Te Matatiki Toi Ora. We explored writing...

Thanks to our treasured tutor, Desna, for this week's prompt. We asked for one and Desna provided 5 ways with 5 words! Anything can...

A big shout out to our tutor, Claire, for this fabulous fantastical writing prompt. Pocket Universes There are pocket universes that...

Thanks to our wonderful tutor, Sue, for this fun prompt that gives you a chance to make your character uncomfortable in more ways than...

It's Lockdown again and last time we saw so much fabulous writing because people had time to write! So, once again we'll be providing you...

Many of our Write On tutors write Flash Fiction and have been highly successful with awards and publications both in Āotearoa and...

Where am I? Who am I? My watch reads 28/11/1979. This date seems important somehow, but I’m not sure why. I’m almost certain the year...

Zena looked about in wonder. She was still at her grandmother’s house, but it was night, and the trees swayed in a breeze that Zena...

“Get moving ye land lovers,” the pirate barks from the bow of the ship. The salty sea air blows through his long brown hair. He resonates...

“So what is this ‘long story’ that you have to tell me?” she asks while sipping her coffee. “I’m James. I was born in the 1700s and I...

Paris, June 5th 1832 “La Liberte ou la Mort,” yelled the man in front as he raised a blood red flag. Monsieur Bertrand was pushed aside...

It was 38,001 BC. The wind whistled and wandered along the cavernous rock walls, and the airborne frostbite laughed and joked at poor...