Integer - Stories Inspired by Numbers

 

During Creative Writing Club, students have recently worked on stories inspired by numbers for the Young Writers' 100 word mini saga competition. 

Here are some examples. 

Escape

I live in World 7. Most think I’m lucky, but not me. We’re supposed to be perfect, but that’s only because we have so many rules. If you break them nobody knows what will happen, nobody dares to find out. They say you’ll be killed. There’s so much propaganda, it’s like everyone’s brainwashed. Except me. And that’s why I'm escaping.

“Now or never.” I repeat the phrase out loud as I run, full speed, at the fence. I jump. Time slows. Guns fire. Guards roar in anger. The bullet hurtles towards me. And then the world goes black.

Abigail H - Year 8

Time is Relative

Wait. That’s all they told me. It was written on the yellowing note, now folded, creased, in my hands. The elevator shudders, forever plummeting towards its unknown destination. I’ve been stuck like this for… days. Maybe weeks. The only thing that changes is the numbers, which flash red and digitalised on the cracked screen. I’ve slowly watched them shift from 1 - since I woke up here - all the way to 95. Every fifteen minutes, a new digit appears, replacing the one before: 96, 97, 98… 99 flickers slightly. Eerily, 100 greets me then, the elevator doors wrenching open…

By Niamh W – Year 8

Room 206

I heard the banging on the walls again. I had already filed many reports about this particular room. I got up out of bed and made my way up to the door. I stopped. A deafening scream came through the walls. I ran out the door, barely giving my brain enough time to think. I came up to the door labelled 206. I pounded on the door; there was no response. I tried the door knob and it swung open. That was when I saw it… 

By Chloe C – Year 7

 

The Voyage

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… The engines roared, there was lift-off. I was flung back in my seat; the whole capsule vibrated. Out of the reinforced glass porthole I could see the world zoom past me at tremendous speed. Then, the vibration stopped, the rocket levelled out. I could see the earth, with its green and blue colours, the stars shining all around me. Then I heard the crackle of a mic in my ear: “6, 3 do you read?”

“Huston, I read loud and clear,” I replied .

Then I heard it, a scratching, outside the airlock.

“Huston, we may have a problem…”

By Aiden E – Year 7

Nine 

I rolled a 9, and then I was blinded. When I awoke I heard a voice, “Are you ready?” Before I could respond, I heard a needle, like a needle that you get a tattoo with. Ouch. The number 009 was tattooed on my forearm. From that moment onward, I was known as Nine. I went back to my group and they were worried sick to their stomach. I showed them my arm but then something happened which no one enjoyed: I started bleeding. Blood was dripping down my arm and no one knew why.

By Ellie B – Year 7