Part 3: Our Story

Continues from yesterday

The headmaster took hold of my hand as I handed him a book. “Why are your palms so red?” I pulled away, wincing. “Nothing,” I mumbled. “What’s going on?” I sat down hard on the ground, and my voice caught in my throat. “I fetch water every day from the pump,” I whispered. Jake came...

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Short Story Festival

Over five days you will be inspired by excellent teachers to create, write and ultimately evaluate a short story.