CREATIVITY AT COLLEGE
Excerpts from : The View from the Top
It is a beautiful Sunday afternoon in the lake-side town and I sit on the old wooden chair that my Dad and I made when I was ten ( almost fifty years ago ). There is an empty chair beside me . The chair never used to be empty until about three years ago . I still come every Sunday at three o ’ clock and remember my life and my past with my Dad . As I sit in this huge bell-tower at the top of the hill , I have an extraordinary view of the town I grew up in . The town is small and there is not much to do , but my Dad and I always managed to have the best of times .
As I sit every Sunday until four o ’ clock , watching the sun set , there ’ s an empty chair beside me and as I climb down the tower and take a last good look at the breath-taking view , I remember my Dad ’ s favourite saying , “ Don ’ t climb the tower so you can see the world , climb the tower so the world can see you .”
Excerpts from : Mirror , mirror on the wall …
M Kruger ( Third Form )
“ Mirror , mirror on the wall . Shall I see my kingdom fall ? Will his name grow strong and higher , or be consumed by his desire ? Mirror , mirror on the wall , speak to me , answer my call !” With that said , the Shadow Queen stared at the pale infant giggling in the frosty glass .
Her Royal Adviser , Bishop , stood nervously shaking at her majesty ’ s side . His hands trembled as the Shadow Queen drew a concoction into the small crystal vial . He fearfully clenched it in his sweaty grasp . His crow-like features darkened and his sullen eyes grew dim at the thought of killing this child . “ Now go , Bishop !” the queen wailed like a banshee . “ Slip it into his drink and watch him crumble to the floor !” Her glance was wild and fiery . Her jet black hair , frizzy with frustration , stood up . The weary Bishop thought it best not to argue . He hid the now smoky black vial in his cloak as he fled the grounds . a heterogeneous mixture with the resonance of the crowd . I would listen to anything just to keep my mind off the crash .
I was to walk into the ring first . I had no theme music ; I preferred it that way . The crowd was my theme music . I walked slowly , driven by the crowd . The tempest was crossing the shoreline and was about to make landfall .
After about three minutes of prancing round the ring , Hakasi threw the first punch , a soft jab that I deflected with ease . But as the early rounds drew to a close , Hakasi lost his patience with my defence and became more violent the more I blocked his punches .
The clouds of the tempest had broken and they started raining down punches on Hakasi . He was starting to weaken . I still had not reached the pinnacle of my performance . I was show-boating now , teasing Hakasi into making silly mistakes . His trainer was yelling at him to stay focused , although I didn ’ t think he could .
Hakasi was now just a small wooden shack being torn apart by my sheer winds and devastating upper-cuts . He collapsed , more than once , before the final blow . I had him stuck in a corner and I let fly one of the hardest punches I had ever thrown , connecting him on the chin . He stumbled into the ropes and then fell to his knees . He knelt there , seemingly unable to move . Soon after that he was kissing the floor .
I couldn ’ t believe it , and neither could the crowd . The Tempest had disappeared , and was replaced by a weeping ball of tears . I was , for the first time , World Champion ! I could feel the smiles coming from heaven . “ Daddy won !” I could almost hear her , “ Daddy won !”
T Anderson ( Fourth Form )
J McFarland ( Third Form )
Excerpts from : The View from the Top
It was a splendid Sunday morning at the beautiful August , Georgia , National Country Club . The smell of freshly cut grass was swirling with the cool morning breeze , the gentle swaying of the pine trees and the burst of colours from the gleaming azaleas . The course was now ready for the greatest golfers in the world .
The first players arrived and with them came thousands of spectators . The spectators ’ ropes were pulled taut to keep them off the beautiful beast that was about to do battle with the top fifty players in the world , as well as the invited amateurs .
My best friend and I were allowed to watch this marvellous display of golf from the television towers and the view was splendid , beautiful and magnificent . The players who were teeing off first had been thrashing balls on the driving range , whilst the chipping and putting greens were quiet and mellow .
… The day of magnificent gold finally came to a standstill on the eighteenth green when Jordan Spieth was over his ball to putt for the win … the ball dropped and the crowd exploded like a bomb !
N Trodd ( Third Form )
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C Tyrer ( Fourth Form )
“ O ! She doth teach the torches to burn bright !”
There she stood ; in plain sight . She was the only thing that my eyes focussed on . Her beauty was not found , but discovered . Her features were absolute and refined . The smile she displayed was genuine . It was broad and showed her never-ending happiness . The sweet , faint sound of her voice uncovered the care and love that she expressed . She held the universe in her eyes . They were like a deep , dark pool of water and I slowly felt myself drowning in them .
C Beekrum ( Fourth Form )
The Tempest
The sound of the crowd was ear-splitting . It echoed through the corridor into the changing-room of the MGM-Grand . Manny , my trainer , was putting my gloves on for me . I listened to him and the rest of my crew babbling on about nonsense . But I like listening to their nonsense , creating
Excerpts from : Dawn to Dusk
Morning , the new sun spreads a golden sheet across the wet grass , every individual dew drop twinkling for all its might . It is a cold morning and the sun offers light , but no warmth . There are a few clouds and they drift lazily
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