Excellence in Creative Writing - Celebrating Student Work

Violet is in Year 10 and has been reading 'The Time Machine' by H.G.Wells with me to appreciate this intriguing text and to develop her writing.  In this piece of writing, she had to use a deliberately complex vocabulary, as H.G.Wells does, and imagine what happens when the Time Traveller meets the human beings of the future.

Or maybe they are not really human beings any more?!

A foreign face arose from the blur. Its aghast emotion struck me, it was like it was gaping at an alien apparition. Every movement I took it questioned, like it was looking at me through a microscope. 

 

The familiar distinctions of flesh and blood had vanished, for in this distant future, mankind had alarmingly merged with technology.

 

My eyes left the beings gaze, and in the background,a plethora of these unknown animations were ominously wandering, It was like they had no conception of life.  

 

A notable change was the complete absence of a class system. It seemed that every individual existed in a state of perfect equilibrium. This must have been due to a profound alteration in human existence. 

 

The being who stood, still in utter awe in front of me, began to speak, but in a way I had never encountered. Luminescence seemed to flicker imperceptibly, a subtle indication of what might be defence or disquiet. Becoming more urgent, though still utterly placid in its delivery, it spoke not of danger, but of disorder. 

 

A whisper explained to me what these flawless beings were experiencing everyday. The uprising of technology had destroyed the way of life which was so normal to me, and humans not only worked with technology, but were controlled by them. Literally. Every child born was inserted with a chip, which decided their entire future. The colour of their eyes, their jobs, their hobbies, their friends; these were all chosen through a system of random choices, so that every area of life you could think of was equally covered, without bias or stereotypical problems you would find in my era. 

 

It came clear to me that these beings were the single, discordant note in a symphony that had been perfected over millennia.